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#1 The Robstar

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Posted 05 July 2013 - 10:22 AM

I can't get to sleep so I decided to write a poem....

 

From the day we are born

From the very moment we take our first steps

We lead a life of misery

Forever confined to a life of debt

From the light of the moon, and the cry of the night

The stars may smile, but the heart will break like a wave in the ocean

And so it goes

People are strange, therefore deemed an outcast

Why is that so?

Simply because we do not follow in your footsteps?

Persecuted for what you perceive to be right and wrong

 No sir. I will tell you this.

I am who I choose to be

I will not be bound by these shackles of oppression

Suppressed and ignored no longer

We wear a mask, to conceal our true identity

A performance, for society to accept us

Afraid to express oneself, self conscious, and afraid of the judging eyes

Shed the skin of your former self

And be reborn into an entity that solidifies your legacy..... so that they may remember your name.....

 

Feel free to add a poem of your own below.....

 

Can be about anything and everything.....

 

Feel free to express yourself....


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Posted 05 July 2013 - 10:45 AM

Still can't get to sleep, so I'm going to do one more....

 

 

Life is but a canvas

Ready to be drawn and textured

Colour it with infinite beauty

Because it won’t be long, you will be tested

 

But there are those instances

When you wish to erase the memories of the past

Pain and sorrow will resurface

Casting your mind into oblivion and darkness

 

 Loathe not, but marvel in the experience gained

To better oneself, and learn more of life’s greatest secrets

For many treasure behold those who search

For an answer to the ultimate question

 

What do you think the meaning of life is?

It is very simple my child

Add as many colours as you can

Because happiness is the ultimate goal, it is meant to be enjoyed my friend


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Posted 08 July 2013 - 03:38 PM

Do these poems have any recognised structure?



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Posted 08 July 2013 - 06:55 PM

Do these poems have any recognised structure?

Not at all. It's just a reflection of my mood at the time. Comes out as is. I usually keep my poems quite abstract in structure, formality is reserved for my music....


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Posted 08 July 2013 - 10:27 PM

Do these poems have any recognised structure?

The fact that you didn't recognise any sort of answered your own question for you.

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Posted 09 July 2013 - 03:32 AM

I used to try and write poetry when I was a bit younger but very quickly gave up. For starters, it's a very unappreciated form of expression and unless you're someone like Sassoon or Plath, you're not going to get the recognition you deserve. Secondly, there's a lot of poetry in the world, but not a lot of good poetry. Spilling your emotions onto a paper is one thing, but doing it with form, technique and ability is another thing entirely. Hopefully though, it's something I'll learn in a greater technical depth at university, because it does still interest me.


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Posted 09 July 2013 - 09:04 AM

I used to try and write poetry when I was a bit younger but very quickly gave up. For starters, it's a very unappreciated form of expression and unless you're someone like Sassoon or Plath, you're not going to get the recognition you deserve. Secondly, there's a lot of poetry in the world, but not a lot of good poetry. Spilling your emotions onto a paper is one thing, but doing it with form, technique and ability is another thing entirely. Hopefully though, it's something I'll learn in a greater technical depth at university, because it does still interest me.

Yeah I agree. Most people look down upon poetry, and I must admit that when I was younger I used to think it was boring. But now I've developed a new found appreciation for it within the past 2 years.

 

I normally recite poems when the instrumental for a track of mine lingers too long when I'm doing a live show. I improvise a poem instead of standing there awkwardly, people are actually appreciative when I do so. One of my mates told me he thought my poem was beautiful although he didn't know what the fuck I was going on about lol.


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Posted 09 July 2013 - 09:36 AM

Not at all. It's just a reflection of my mood at the time. Comes out as is. I usually keep my poems quite abstract in structure, formality is reserved for my music....

Ahh I see. I believe if anything it's just free verse



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Posted 09 July 2013 - 11:50 AM

One of my mates told me he thought my poem was beautiful although he didn't know what the fuck I was going on about

 
This describes every sixteen year old girl who's ever taken a literature class.
 
Also, how about a link to one of my favorite poems? The Emperor of Ice-Cream
 
Try to guess the meaning. Go ahead, guess. No one ever gets it right.
 

Spoiler

 

Did ya get it? Of course not, no one would. It's gaudy and exquisite and weird as hell.


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Posted 10 July 2013 - 03:27 AM

 
This describes every sixteen year old girl who's ever taken a literature class.
 
Also, how about a link to one of my favorite poems? The Emperor of Ice-Cream
 
Try to guess the meaning. Go ahead, guess. No one ever gets it right.
 

Spoiler

 

Did ya get it? Of course not, no one would. It's gaudy and exquisite and weird as hell.

lol, actually he's a 65 year old musician ;) 

 

I thought that poem was about the ice cream man lol. Or a clown :)


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Posted 10 July 2013 - 05:05 AM

umm Well the note at the bottom of the page is a little bit of a clue...


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Posted 04 August 2013 - 04:23 AM

Tears fall from the heavens and paint a gloomy picture of infinite sorrow.

For today will be exactly like tomorrow.

For each tear, many more will follow.

Then I will bid you good morrow, for there is no remedy.

For Tuesday brings warmth, I will bathe and wallow in her nurturing hug of serenity. 

 

A poem about the rain 


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Posted 19 June 2014 - 09:40 AM

Honestly I think putting you feelings into a creation that can be experienced by any of the senses is enough to continue. Not doing something because its not appreciated seems like its limiting your life experiences. Creation is purely for the creator. To express a feeling is the reason. So whether you are amazing, or average, or even not so good.. its perfect.


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Posted 22 June 2014 - 07:20 PM

Honestly I think putting you feelings into a creation that can be experienced by any of the senses is enough to continue. Not doing something because its not appreciated seems like its limiting your life experiences. Creation is purely for the creator. To express a feeling is the reason. So whether you are amazing, or average, or even not so good.. its perfect.

Damn. I couldn't agree more. That is exactly what I tell people who create music, films, poetry, dance and anything creative. Express yourself in your own unique way. Don't be deterred by what people say. 

 

Mad respect yo!!!


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Posted 22 June 2014 - 08:35 PM

Thanks :)


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Posted 23 June 2014 - 01:58 PM

Just to go back on topic :P

 

Pressure

It’s like swimming to the bottom of the ocean
in the distance I can see the light
but my arms too heavy for another stroke
 
I could close my eyes just for a moment
take a deep breath
and pretend it’s air that fills my lungs

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Posted 17 July 2014 - 04:56 PM

Here's a poem a made:

 

Just freaking out and feeling bad

I realized if I came to this peep show first, I would have saved $1400

When her mother had her in front of me

The Christians burned everything

That just helped me right now

You guys were friends and there's nothing wrong with friendly competition

The Muslims kept it

You're responsible for other people

I get overwhelmed and paralyzed

The moment you're born--you're coping

But then the thing he said to you was "Do you have any kids?"

They're divorced now

We've been reading books about it

For--like--a hundred dollars

Unexpectedly emotional

I got my head next to hers

Life is pummeling me

There's something going on inside me

She lived in someone's belly

How are you going to break a pattern

Do you know what its like to have responsibility?

Her mom was just taken away

It was me patching together a personal life

I would never want to exist in a vacuum

I was there with her

There's a library Alexander the Great built in Egypt

I didn't understand that I had a role in this kid's life until that moment

Let's get back into that

She was screaming in the delivery room

The struggle to be recognized

You have minor problems in your life

I never looked at it that way

You decided you were going to play trumpet

All of them are very great

Dad loves football and not much else



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Posted 19 July 2014 - 07:38 AM

There's a library Alexander the Great built in Egypt

I didn't understand that I had a role in this kid's life until that moment

Let's get back into that

She was screaming in the delivery room

The struggle to be recognized

You have minor problems in your life

I never looked at it that way

You decided you were going to play trumpet

All of them are very great

Dad loves football and not much else

 

Not bad at all. I especially loved the Alexander line. Bloody gold right there.

 

Keep it up chum  :)


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Posted 24 July 2014 - 04:58 AM

Here's another poem I made:

 

You are the maestro

He was here just a minute ago

He was in his 90's

Oh, no, I don't mind being asked that

Master of the Cello

If you pardon

By the time I'm paralyzed

Thank you all for coming

Well, I'm beginning to notice some improvement

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