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NocturnaSuicide

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Why are we here on this big rotating sphere?

In the middle of his dark space that seems to be resting behind God's face

We are nothing but hungry aliens that are jumping into these helpless beings

We learn about love, life, and hate but have unlimited questions about our fate

We are nothing but mysteries born as babies

Spawns of Satan

We are born selfish

Making decisions based on what brings us mental and physical gratification

That is how we are born then we are taught to conform

We live to hold back and never get our questions answered

What a meaningless life we are forced to live
 
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NocturnaSuicide said:
hungry aliens hat
Oh, I can see a challenge! Quick, everyone: write a poem about hungry alien hats!

Hi, Nocturna, and welcome. Are you just sharing, or do you want some feedback?
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Oh, I can see a challenge! Quick, everyone: write a poem about hungry alien hats!

Hi, Nocturna, and welcome. Are you just sharing, or do you want some feedback?
Hungry alien hats is pretty cool sounding. lol

Nocturna, phrases like this have good potential: resting behind God's face.
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Oh, I can see a challenge! Quick, everyone: write a poem about hungry alien hats!

Hi, Nocturna, and welcome. Are you just sharing, or do you want some feedback?


alien jumping hats at that

all we have on this... rotating sphere, are Mexican jumping beans
which proves once and for all that aliens are a much advanced race
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Perhaps the alien hats were so hungry that they ate the Mexican jumping beans.

this poem has a lot of hidden meaning
I wonder if it was intentional?
 
Recidiva said:
Maybe we wear the hats to hide our inner pain?
I'm wearing my hat like a crown, pretending that I didn't eat those Mexican jumping beans that always affect my IBD and give me great inner pain. :(
 
Lauren Hynde said:
I'm wearing my hat like a crown, pretending that I didn't eat those Mexican jumping beans that always affect my IBD and give me great inner pain. :(

We all are forced into hats

Like the crowning through our mother's womb.

Tight and permanent, our heads never spring back.

Unless of course your mom had a cesarian.

In which case, never mind.
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Or if there was some sort of alien abduction involved, which I gather is likely.

Are they green, or are they grey?

Aliens invade my thoughts like it's Roswell in 1947.

Shreds of alien bits mar the landscape.

Trapped on the Joshua trees.

Maybe Joshua trees don't grow in New Mexico.

I'm too lazy to research.

Because my mind is ruled by those green or gray fiends.
 
Recidiva said:
Are they green, or are they grey?

Aliens invade my thoughts like it's Roswell in 1947.

Shreds of alien bits mar the landscape.

Trapped on the Joshua trees.

Maybe Joshua trees don't grow in New Mexico.

I'm too lazy to research.

Because my mind is ruled by those green or gray fiends.
It's the eyes that fail

to reflect the surgical light

as the doctors make the Y of autopsy

in that skinny hungry alien

that freak me out.

Too bad the film's in black and white.

Maybe NASA should colourize it

and sell ball caps with Roswell logos

sewn into the front.

I've got my hungry alien hat, where's yours?
 
NocturnaSuicide said:
Why are we here on this big rotating sphere?

In the middle of his dark space that seems to be resting behind God's face

We are nothing but hungry aliens that are jumping into these helpless beings

We learn about love, life, and hate but have unlimited questions about our fate

We are nothing but mysteries born as babies

Spawns of Satan

We are born selfish

Making decisions based on what brings us mental and physical gratification

That is how we are born then we are taught to conform

We live to hold back and never get our questions answered

What a meaningless life we are forced to live

Life is very meaningful.
 
Recidiva said:
Yay! You laughed!
It's refreshing to find a poet who can laugh at an unintentional typo and even explain (with good humour) what they really mean, isn't it?

Welcome to the pobo NS.
 
champagne1982 said:
It's refreshing to find a poet who can laugh at an unintentional typo and even explain (with good humour) what they really mean, isn't it?

Welcome to the pobo NS.


AMEN! Welcome NS - you'll fit right in.
 
NocturnaSuicide said:
LMAO!!! Ya'll are crazy! but yea...give me some feedback yo!

:kiss:

Meaningless

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Why are we here on this big rotating sphere?

In the middle of his dark space that seems to be resting behind God's face

We are nothing but hungry aliens that are jumping into these helpless beings

We learn about love, life, and hate but have unlimited questions about our fate

We are nothing but mysteries born as babies

Spawns of Satan

We are born selfish

Making decisions based on what brings us mental and physical gratification

That is how we are born then we are taught to conform

We live to hold back and never get our questions answered

What a meaningless life we are forced to live

Great to have you here, and thank you for a sense of humor.

Feedback yo:

I do like it. But about halfway through the poem it becomes less about how we got here and more about what we do when we're here.

I didn't learn to conform, I fought back and paid prices. I'm not forced to live, I choose to live (had my own suicide attempt and it turned all life affirming.) My life has meaning. I assign it meaning. That's the trick to it. Meaning isn't given to you, it's created.

So I'd love to see this as an expression of your personal experience or choice, but when you apply it to everyone, at first it feels like you're saying "We all have hair" - dig it. But then it becomes "We all have red hair" - well...no. And then "We all have red hair and our curlers are too tight" - aaaand you've lost me.

There's a personal sense of grief, loss, disconnection, which I appreciate.

But when it gets transferred to everyone, it limits their personal experience, which I don't appreciate.
 
Recidiva said:
Great to have you here, and thank you for a sense of humor.

Feedback yo:

I do like it. But about halfway through the poem it becomes less about how we got here and more about what we do when we're here.

I didn't learn to conform, I fought back and paid prices. I'm not forced to live, I choose to live (had my own suicide attempt and it turned all life affirming.) My life has meaning. I assign it meaning. That's the trick to it. Meaning isn't given to you, it's created.

So I'd love to see this as an expression of your personal experience or choice, but when you apply it to everyone, at first it feels like you're saying "We all have hair" - dig it. But then it becomes "We all have red hair" - well...no. And then "We all have red hair and our curlers are too tight" - aaaand you've lost me.

There's a personal sense of grief, loss, disconnection, which I appreciate.

But when it gets transferred to everyone, it limits their personal experience, which I don't appreciate.

Thank you for ur feedback, everyone has opinions. But that poem isn't about how everyone feels...it is about how I felt at that moment in time. :kiss:
 
Very good poem Nocturna! I agree w/you on that compleltly

I think you meant "we" as a metaphor for yourself & were not referring to everyone, am I right? lol...

anyways it was very good! loved it! :nana:
 
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