emmdubbs

i'll just let my words speak for now. more writing will come if you so desire, i have over 200 pieces i'd love to post. always look to the bottom for the newer posts i'll try putting the date that i post them

verbal waterfall


this is poetry in motion
a verbal waterfall
cascading down
from my thoughts
pooling into a puddle of
words onto my paper
this is only what you make
of it
time and space
have no meaning here
here is not over there
it never has
it never will be
it will only be here
here and now although
now does not exist
time is not here
if something is a matter of fact
isn't that really your oppinion
i never said your oppinion mattered
think about that when you sleep
when you sleep where do your thoughts go
do they fade away with the sunlight
or do they perkilate all night
dripping into an unescapeable quagmire
my thoughts drift over an endless sea
so therefore i'll never stop seeing
even when i close my eyes i see
i see and i listen
to things you can't hear or invision
i had a vision, much like he had a dream
and people want to persecute me
for my beliefs
point the finger and mock me
your words will never stop me
my God will always watch me
your feelings wont ever shock me
so lock me
up and throw away the key
maybe one day you will see
my thoughts floating
on the endless sea

emmdubbs

there was

there was a boy
who played with clay
he shaped it
and bent it
in every way
he made shapes
and stars
and hearts for mom
he used crude tools
and his little thumb
his friends would come
to play with him
they'd bring there clay
and mix it in
so one night
when everyone was gone
he took the clay
pressed in his thumb
bent up the sides
and squeezed it thin
there stood a man
looking back at him
this is me he said
made up of your clay
this is who i'll become
and how i'll remain

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

stalker

i just wanted to take a glimpse
i never thought i'd be overcome
by euphoric pleasure as i stared
into your windowpane. and watched
you undress, i could feel the heat
inside me start to intensify.
you had to tease me didn't you
show off that curvacious body of
yours to everyone then wink at me
that way that you did so seductivly
now i'm on the run, because you had
to scream when i pulled out my gun
and placed the cold barrel
upon your temple
i felt you stiffen up
like you had made me do so many times
when i went to bed at night alone
i decided right then
that if i couldn't have you no one could
and i pulled the metal trigger
and watched you colapse
i kissed your blood stained forhead
said i love you and goodbye
and even still i can't
get you out of my head
as i sleep alone at nite
and wonder why you looked at me
with your seductive eyes

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

close my eyes

i close my eyes and visualize
a serene lake with ice blue skies
it unfolds before me
all of your glory
i stand in the center of it
listening to your story
fill me with the light
let it shine
i'll open my heart
expand my mind
i place my life into your hands
live it following your mighty plans
anoint me with the flowing river
keep me warm when i shiver
give me strength
when i am weak
fill my mouth
with food to eat
keep me straight
if i falter
anoint me with the flowing water
Almighty God i bow to you
give you control to lead me through
this life on earth, so i can come to you

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

J.R.V.A.

Yes, I like your stuff. Please post more

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

emmdubbs

sure thing JRVA

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

mb99usa

Very cool. Keep 'em coming.

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So, what's your point?

It's not an attitude, it's a way of life.

SSJwrestler

im liking your particular writing style, very nice.
keep it up

SSJwrestler

think you might like the thread "want to fight" under tilted gaming

emmdubbs

broken but not forgotten



broken but not forgotten
shaken but still in one piece
you waited untill i reached out
and showed me my place
open my eyes and let me see
the wonders there before me
open my ears and let me hear
the sound of your story
continue to teach me
help me to grow
open my heart
i wanna know
you fix whats broke
wont leave a sheep behind
you calm the shaken
put peace on my mind

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

free flow




this free flowing poetic justice can not be understood by the mass majority those people who live there lives outta control with no authority they just sit and become in otherwords a conformity blending in with the social norm not willing to rush the hills of normandy not taking the time to appreciate this this this story we live our lives to be the best we can be yet how many of us would climb calvary how many of us would die to live not live to die how many of us just sit at home wondering why why are we here why did they leave why am i wearing her heart on my sleeve dont question why dont question at all just know that he he took the fall now i know why im here now i know my call

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

prognosis


the rain falls
i do hear it
i don't feel it
i don't feel much
the sun shines
i do see it
i don't feel it
it's too cold out
dinner is ready
i do eat it
i don't taste it
it's only to stay healthy
the clock ticks
i hear it
i don't watch it
i don't think it's fast enough
an animal i've become
1nce human
but my heart was taken away
i only go by instinct
doing what i only know how to do
eat
sleep
labor
wait
waiting for my heart to return
waiting to be completed

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

sadness
sweet suculant drops of bittersweet exstacy with a taste like nectar drips intraveinously through cracked tubes force fed poison and shoved in the throats of the unwilling drowning in a deep sea of unwanted emotion tainted turbulent waters amidst the haze bring in motionless clumps of meat and deposit their souless temples upon a heap of sorrow and filth the tide ebbs and flows and the waves sing the sweetist dirge and moans in utter lust as the fetus in the womb drips blood like the moons reflection upon it all just to sit and wait with cracked bleading hands that have worked worked worked for what for what for nothing nothin nothing is ever going to be the same safe happy fairytales dont really exist rapunzle was raped and her golden hair turned into the very binds that restrained her grettle was eaten and shit out into the woods only to have it rott and deteriorate into a mossy mound that would just as soon fertalize the ground in which someone will be born only to have the cycle repeat itself radioactive red eyes glare deep and just stare they just stare

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

tecoyah

"speechless" lucky I can still type...sadness is amazing thank you

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emmdubbs

so i take it yall want more?

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

Knowing

the only thing i know for sure is that i know nothing at all
but if i know nothing how can i be so sure i know something
i don't know somethings but i'm sure i know nothing
but is that better than knowing everything
i guess thats somethign i'll never know

if you don't know something then you might know something
if knowing is believeing then do you believe something
if not knowng is not believing
than what do i believe

if you believe you know something
its possible to know everything
but than again
if you believe you know nothing
then it's true you might know something

if i believe nothing than am i still believing
if i have nothing to believe is that what i believe
i know something and i know what to believe
even if sometimes it feel like nothing at all
to believe

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

self destruct

i don't explode
i self destruct
my internal gears
break down
my mind
goes numb
my eyes
glazed over
my mouth
sewn shut
the flesh on my body
is cold to touch
my heart
a time bomb ticking
a flame snuffed out
no longer dancing
a marionette
with cut strings
a lifeless body
with no veins
there aws a start
but there is no end
it seems that darkness
is lights best friends
the countdown begins
it's been way too much
i don't explode
i self destruct

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

taliendo

i like your poetry. The form, or at times lack thereof, is well thought out -- something that I think a lot of modern poetry has forgotten. Thanks for your words; I could definitely find myself in them.

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-LIFE IS ABSURD-

emmdubbs

tuesday

6ix am clock clucks
time for work
again
bed warm
room cold
move i dont want to
but i do
get dressed
left sock right sock
underwear teeshirt jeans hoodie
eat
no
talk on computer
yes
6.15 am
happy she is on
sad she has to go
time for more sleep
7even am
talk time
happy
sad france kicks net off in 20 min.
7.30 eat leave work
work work work
12elve pm
eat
work work work home
3hree pm
shower
4our pm
errands i dont want to run but do
6ix pm
art history candadian guy is boring
9ine pm
design homework
10en pm
time to post on TFP
10.30 pm
sleep sleep sleep

wash rinse repeat.

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

wake up

in our dreams we are nothing but lost images
wandering around an empty void of nothingness
struggling to hold to grasp onto something we have
no controll over im watching your eyes watch my hands
as they struggle to grip this false meaning of reality which
unbeknownst to the obth of them that this was supposed to
happen i shatter the fasade image break away from your dreams
and in this field of roses i lay on a bed of thorns that scratch my
back for you while you rest on petals of love ive never noticed how
much i blead untill you turned me around and i saw just how deep those
scratches were so deep baby that i couldnt feel it anymore and yet i still
offer you that bed of roses and i shrug and take comfort in my thorns but
im starting to feel them again and its starting to hurt and im wondering why
i dont get that bed of roses and im wondering why i cant break this dream
shatter the window break free and be happy i wonder why i just cant wake up

__________________
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

The Great White King

The moon hangs low in the sky
like a testicle.
The stars shine with an everlasting twinkle,
reflecting their brightness off the porcelin cover,
of my toilet bowl.
The smell of death and mold is pugnant in the air,
as the brown log drifts across the tinted waters.
In my groggy daze, I slowly reach for that 2-ply goodness.
But Hark!! None is there.
I sob.
Untill I find that one lone sock...
The smell of feces is replaced of the kind of blue 2000 flushits
And it's good up to four months. And that is great goodness.
For I have a feeling that the cramps and foul smell
will once again overcome me and bring me back to my
porcelin King.

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

The Box

i remeber a child once
who showed me a box
he lifted it up to me with
a smile streched from ear
to ear
i remember that child
he told me there was
something special inside
the box that he held
something that made him
smile from ear to ear
he handed me the box
and i looked at him
inquisitvly and he
stared his expression
not chaning one bit
i remember opening
that box and looking
looking inside
i remember frowning
turning the box upside
down to show him
that it was empty
i remember asking
that child what was
in the box and he told
me that inside the box
were all his memories
and reminders of life
that made him smile
he asked me what i saw
in the box. and all i could
do was stare at him
my expression not changing

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

Dixie

wow. this is amazing stuff. your writing gives me chills. i think because it so closely resembles my own when i am in the arms of sleep, but cannot or will not one. so we write. all of us. write away the pain, the insecurity, the passion. i truly love your writing. it courses through me.

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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

emmdubbs

society

society is just wrapped in plastic they suffocate themselves and when they can no longer breath they begin to panic scream and wildly point their finger at everyone around them lookinf gor someone to put the blame on when they should be blaming themselves they try to keep the dirt out when all they are really doing is keeping the dirt in egged on by the media that is more trouble than it is a hgelp they go on day to day poisoning the minds of the masses force feeding them ideal of whats right and wrong by preaching and poounding on the good book
i pledge aledgance to myself to stand above the massive majority and to the ideas that i believe on person one voice undividable for the liberty and justace of me
my brothers and sisters it's time to act stop taking the blame and instead give it to who it really belongs give it to the ones who are choking and gasping for their last breath hand it back to them and smile just dont forget to say thank you

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

Arrion

why does JRVA have a bukakke face?

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I think I am. Therefore I am. I think

emmdubbs

Arrion

arrion
a rookie, no doubt
who by posting above
just raised his post count
what does Jay Are Vee Aye
and boo ka key
have anything do with my writing eh?
a word of advice, if you're going to post
comment about my writing
not someones avatar yo.

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vonstalhein

lol! Poignant, topical and ever so slightly ironic. Good poem too :P

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emmdubbs

he is me

he sits in darkness and screams in silence and swears the only thing you'll hear is the breaking of his heart he wont reach out the only thing he grabs is a mask so you can't see whats goin on behind it with a face of comedy and tragedy he constantly perplexes you and leaves you wondering what his intentions really are hes manipulative and coniving yet sweet and loving he can be your best friend or your most hated enemy aside from his own markings his skin is realativly flawless his scars run deeper then the flesh can show he's a mystery wrapped in a riddle an enigma of sorts leaving anyone and everyone in his presence confused and puzzled looking into the mirror he doesn't see his own reflection but more or less pieces of the people he's encountered in his life time he really doesn't exist, he's a fragment of your imagination, he is only what you make of him, he is me.

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

jesu


my heart feels like shattered windows
broken dreams that cling to me like
the rusty nails that clung to Jesus
as He was crucified infront of a mass
of wretched souls and you crucify me
everyday and jab your spear of hate
deep into my side when all ive done
is try to help you and you just leave
me there for all others to sit and watch
me when all i did was try to help i dont
want to feel your pain anymore and have
you whip my back just to see if you can
make me blead im tired of carrying your
cross walking uphill never stopping to rest

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

wake up

in our dreams we are nothing but lost images
wandering around an empty void of nothingness
struggling to hold to grasp onto something we have
no controll over im watching your eyes watch my hands
as they struggle to grip this false meaning of reality which
unbeknownst to the both of them that this was supposed to
happen i shatter the fasade image break away from your dreams
and in this field of roses i lay on a bed of thorns that scratch my
back for you while you rest on petals of love ive never noticed how
much i blead untill you turned me around and i saw just how deep those
scratches were so deep baby that i couldnt feel it anymore and yet i still
offer you that bed of roses and i shrug and take comfort in my thorns but
im starting to feel them again and its starting to hurt and im wondering why
i dont get that bed of roses and im wondering why i cant break this dream
shatter the window break free and be happy i wonder why i just cant wake up

__________________
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

i <3 u 2

hidden pleasures
dark desires
deep inside
still burns the fire
you took my heart
and squeezed it dry
and you left me,
with a tear to cry
you changed the way
i look at life
told me of a child
killed one cold nite
the memories just dust
and sweat and tears
were all that i had left
untill that fortnite
when i felt
death
above me
below me
touch me
feel me
dream a dream
live a lie
thats twice tonite
i've already
died
and then another
like no other
quiet as an infant
close to her mother
a quiet whisper
unspoken sorrow
placed upon her
lips as she is gone
tomorrow
and yet again
the pain inside
i'm with another
and again i die
why did you
do this to me
you took what i had
smashed up my sanity
and now i long and i dread
that day when another
girl can fuck with my head.
i love you too...

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

fade to black

sadness
the darkness
the confusion
builds within
the anger
the illusion
the hurt
mixes together
inside me
spread open
your arms
accept me
take me in
a taste
a touch
love
or lust
to fuck
or be
fucked?
the farther
apart
the weaker
my heart
a deep crack
fade to black

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

b_angelo

Very good stuff--I enjoyed everything

ForgottenKnight

You've shared some great literature!

I don't think I've ever read a poem about a toylet before... That one made me laugh.

Some of the others are very good at portraying a deep sadness. Very good!

Thanks for sharing with us!

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"People say I'm strange, does that make me a stranger?"

tecoyah

Versitile aren't you.....Excellent.

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emmdubbs

pouring out like water let it flow and splash on the ground let emotions runrampant through a maze of brambles and thorns coming out bloodied and scratched exhausted and exhilirated shout at the world in estatic joyus thunderous praise

blink
breath
break away

become something better than what yesterday brought tomorrow isn't here and today is passing by

repeat repeat re peat rep eat food swallow digest consume reuse recycle relive live claim it as your own

escape never look back




when i speak you listen

e v e r y t h i n g w i l l b e o k a y

ive never let you down

grab ahold
we're going on a ride
close your eyes
just feel the wind rush by
you dont have to be scared
not of this
not of anything

dont forget me.
dont for
do
d

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

inspired by and written for you

faceless name in the dark
blanketed in shadows and silence

its okay to s c r e a m
to fill your lungs with life
to bellow to choke to weap

its strange
how you love to hate hate to love
its strange

your broken heart
shattered dreams
pictures on the floor
faded memories
you read the same old story
in a different book
its dank with mold
but has a brand new look
pick up the pieces
wipe off the dust and tears
no more worries
set aside your fears
my troubled child
rest sleep
set aside
those memories

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden

emmdubbs

kill your darlings
a great feeling i think, is to be able to transcend all planes of thought untill you reach a state of nothingness, where there are no worries, and not a single care. the only thing that matters is you and where you are. i know i'm great, i doubted it before, but i know for sure now. i'm good at what i do, and i am exquisitly unique. im one of a kind. i love it. i look at people around me and know that they know where i am and where i stand. i love it. i love how i have things that i need and want, not in excess but enough that it meets the needs. a loving wife, a new car, computer, a cozy apartment in a safe neighborhood, friends and family that would do anything for me, and versa-vice. how i passed a review that ultimatly determined my future fate. i am me. i love it.
no it's not conceitedness, or cockyness. i never said i was the best, and i know where my faults and errors lie. there is always room for improvement, and i can always learn something new. some people are able to get 1600's on sat's and go to law school and study and wear suits and ties, and you know what most of them are probably leading wealthy stressfull lives and the only satisfaction they get is when they sip their starbucks. thats not me..it's never going to be...i'm an artist i paint with words and sculpt with digital media, i provide an alternate view to things. i think and see things differently than most people i know. i love it.

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden