Spontaneous Poems

Well, I wish I was this creative. I know I CAN be, but I think too hard for anything to pop up.

Just experiment. Open a notebook or grab a piece of paper and write down the first creative thought you have. Than, from that thought, continue on until you have something. It doesn't have to be good, it just has to be spontaneous.

Higher resolution
So I can better see the blood
Snapshots of unfleshed souls over a drink with friends
And I see the inevitability of this birth
When Fear's heart stops
As it pours itself into the guilty womb of Greed
In the minds of men these diseases have reigned
I feel their death throes as they cling to eachother
I feel their hatred for the new born child of their union
They are pleading for me to help them
And it makes me want to see the blood
I need higher resolution

Wonderful. Thanks for posting that.

Wow, this is really brilliant. I really blew me out of the water. It actually leaves me wishing I could say a better compliment.

Thanks guys. I haven't been very spontaneous lately, and reading the last two pages of this thread somehow inspired a little spontaneity.

I was the same, until Sir Edgar encouraged me. And I encourage YOU. Keep writing spontaneously. It's great.

I haven't written spontaneously for a while, so here goes it

Lying on The Therapist's Couch

Coming off the chest
and through the mouth
after a million
(probably billion)
hours
of self denial
of disastrous smiles

Can I now
fully commit
to admitting
This is hell?

The face
I grace
always stood
in the way
shooting sighs
that pierce
like armor
piercing rounds

The same old skin
The same old stare
The same old
same old
If I shrieked
would I finally
have a life?

The Sailor's Misfortune

I set sail
unaware
that I forgot
to raise the anchor
it still clings
to the shore
I ignore the tug
blaming it on
something ridiculous
like the wind
all the while
under the impression
I'm far off
on my way
to a better land
I never care
to look back
oblivious to
the cold truth
I never went
anywhere

The Chair & The Window

In a chair
sit
sit
sit
and stare
out the window
ignore
what's outside
just stare
stare
stare
stare
never move
let the wheels roll
and wait

Christmas Eve

It's December
wait in line
cough up the cash
bring your children
happiness

Santa Claus
is on the roof
down the chimney
don't peep
he's easily spooked

The kids are a sleep
they fell for it
forge the name
of a make believe man
he'll get the praise
for waiting in line
and coughing up cash

You're a great parent

The drunken rambling about a current psychological state of mind

Within the black
buried beneath the crap
all the slanders
all the words
sharpened as daggers
but yet poorly sharpened

I break away from the smell
the dark stench
peel off the scabs
letting skin be smooth
again

No longer digging in dirt
for lies
and no longer
flying high
beyond the clouds
past the blue skies
trying to reach for stars
disbelieving in oxygen

I live in a log cabin
called Earth
and in it's halls
are silly and absurd scenes
of saving damsels in distress
and befriending demons

Breaking the clocks
and building a time machine
defying the text books
loosening the categories

All in all
the summary
The caveman painting
depicted in a long
forgotten cave
begins motion

If Anyone Asks

If anyone asks
say that I got lost
staring at the sun

If they ask
why?
say that I'm laying
in a bed undone

If they ask
how did this happen?
say I simply lacked
mental discipline

If they ask
is it possible
that we can save him?
Say
possibly
but I don't know
it's as predictable
as the current
of the adjacent winds

Say that I am
not worth the worry
or wonder

Please just say
I'll figure it out
and I'm doing fine

**** you Cupid

Far too long
Cupid has shot me
with dull arrows
the rat bastard
doesn't know
what love is

What it is

From toys and video games
to blowing out nicotine
and chugging hops and alcohol

From dreaming big
being amongst the stars
and possibly past the Gods
to napping on couches
and frying french fries

It is what it is

In The Silence

In the silence
after all the comedian's jokes
poorly executed
thinking you could be funnier
all the songs played
rocked out
and drained
libido and ego
swollen
volcanic and dangerous
a natural but human
disaster
screaming in a fog
a perfect scene
for a dramatic movie
but
no characters are there
to memorize the lines
insulting the sky
for not portraying a nostalgic painting
that for some reason
you still remember from your childhood
hating all the laughing faces
smiling
confident in their mistakes
believing in themselves
like Gods
stealing all the light
you crave for photosynthesis
taller flowers
blooming
beautiful
but still just a weed
dandelions
seeds blowing in the wind
offspring being carried away
by the wind that blows
into your lungs with a force
to strong for involuntary breath
cold and dry winds
blasting into your iris
dripping down your cheek
a forced and emotionless tear
damn it's cold
it's winter
no more flowers to hate
no more running around
in the lime light sun
not speaking a word
no raising the volume
yelling "HEY!"
but no head makes a curious turn
alone
on a couch
during winter
in the silence

Stain Glass Heart

My heart is stained glass
fragile and colorful
the ribcage stone
waiting for the thin
and sharpest blade
to pierce between the bones
breaking the glass
letting the blood flow
I will succumb
to the phenomenal
blood rain

Noddy’s more than 4 years gone.
How the time has flown.
Just yesterday, it seems, I heard the news.
Lost a friend I’d hardly got to know.
Wise and warm, immortal now.
Archive-cherished where we can find her
I liked that sense of fun,
Was shocked to learn
That sense of fun was gone

Great write, I especially loved the ending lines

"I liked that sense of fun,
Was shocked to learn
That sense of fun was gone"

Powerful, really hit me.

I knew a guy we called,
"Three-drink Ray"

Drink one, spill one,
give one away.