The
Space
Between
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Feel free to get creative with meter, presentation, subject matter. Anything goes, it’s your interpretation!
If @PilotJones wishes to return, we will welcome him back, and resume with his poetry club thread.
Life goes on. ✍️
Thigh Gaps
I’m addicted to thigh gaps
The right lighting on the right pic of the right ass
To light taps of my foot, scrolling between nine apps
To the hopeless dissonance of the exact line that you lie at
To the smug superiority of judging you for what you cry about
To the tiptoeing, on birthdays, when you’re closer to dying out
To rhyme schemes that make perfect sense of our time now
To knowing exactly what you c***for
To coming just in time for a crumb, or
Some sliver of something human, but feeling dumb for
Vicariously living through you
I’m addicted to these computers
To your suitors, and why I’m not one
To my admirers, even when I don’t got one
To your response to my comment
To how we all feel closer to one another when we vomit
To how illogical it is to be totally honest
To every emotion that you fake
To introspection for introspection’s sake
To my reflection when I pass every lake
I smooth my hair and think about what it must take
To get between your thighs
i've seen my source of grief;
i can only watch from afar.
it'd be too much to bear, simple greetings,
more so in the presence of him,
for he reaps a harvest in you
that for me yielded only blight.
if not for my duty, i'd up and leave,
but i remain captive, melting
away, waiting for rain
Thigh Gaps
I’m addicted to thigh gaps
The right lighting on the right pic of the right ass
To light taps of my foot, scrolling between nine apps
To the hopeless dissonance of the exact line that you lie at
To the smug superiority of judging you for what you cry about
To the tiptoeing, on birthdays, when you’re closer to dying out
To rhyme schemes that make perfect sense of our time now
To knowing exactly what you c***for
To coming just in time for a crumb, or
Some sliver of something human, but feeling dumb for
Vicariously living through you
I’m addicted to these computers
To your suitors, and why I’m not one
To my admirers, even when I don’t got one
To your response to my comment
To how we all feel closer to one another when we vomit
To how illogical it is to be totally honest
To every emotion that you fake
To introspection for introspection’s sake
To my reflection when I pass every lake
I smooth my hair and think about what it must take
To get between your thighs
bruh this belongs in g&g
new thread vss365today.com going to start doing these again.
everything and the space between the alternating breath
the silence between the clock ticking, all reason after death
moving feet, the heartbeat the moment that we met
everything and the space between my love for you will set
everything and the space between the alternating breath
the silence between the clock ticking, all reason after death
moving feet, the heartbeat the moment that we met
everything and the space between my love for you will set
I love short and poignant poems like this
new thread https://vss365today.com/ going to start doing these again.
This your site?
This your site?
nope, vss is just a very short story. often people use the daily prompt to write a prose piece. good for practice for sure with the constraint.
Thigh Gaps
I’m addicted to thigh gaps
The right lighting on the right pic of the right ass
To light taps of my foot, scrolling between nine apps
To the hopeless dissonance of the exact line that you lie at
To the smug superiority of judging you for what you cry about
To the tiptoeing, on birthdays, when you’re closer to dying out
To rhyme schemes that make perfect sense of our time now
To knowing exactly what you c***for
To coming just in time for a crumb, or
Some sliver of something human, but feeling dumb for
Vicariously living through you
I’m addicted to these computers
To your suitors, and why I’m not one
To my admirers, even when I don’t got one
To your response to my comment
To how we all feel closer to one another when we vomit
To how illogical it is to be totally honest
To every emotion that you fake
To introspection for introspection’s sake
To my reflection when I pass every lake
I smooth my hair and think about what it must take
To get between your thighs
some of da realest s*** i've ever read
Drowning
Lead me into this ocean
Lead me in hopes that I walk on water
Maybe then I can truly believe in miracles
Maybe this water will turn into wine
So I can be drunk off something else
That isn’t my own foolishness
I never learned how to swim
But I still want you to lead me
Lead me into the deep end
I have no clue how to bring myself back
So I’ll have to count on someone else
To save me from death
But nobody will ever come
My lungs gasping for air
But this feeling isn’t new
I suffocate on the surface all the same
But at least in here there is ambiance
It will all be over soon.
some of da realest s*** i've ever read
Thank you. I’m really glad u find it relatable. 🙏
Directionless
They said that the road was paved in gold, well fools believe in tales tall plus old
The present is a present, they say, lies devised to hide in sane sight
The future is for us, we say, towards we walk, we might
Direction provided, Gods glory, the only right
Liberation could be a wind embraced child on a wooden seat yet in a blink that same body hanging from a branch dangling it’s feet
Neglected perspective keep me estranged from inner peace pieces of a man departed and rearranged to a beast
Directionless
They said that the road was paved in gold, well fools believe in tales tall plus old
The present is a present, they say, lies devised to hide in sane sight
The future is for us, we say, towards we walk, we might
Direction provided, Gods glory, the only right
They say “the present is a present, kiss my ass” :canunot:
Didn’t expect it to get religious. That was a twist. People definitely find a sense of direction in God.
Liberation could be a wind embraced child on a wooden seat yet in a blink that same body hanging from a branch dangling it’s feet
Neglected perspective keep me estranged from inner peace pieces of a man departed and rearranged to a beast
I like how you use juxtaposition here
@MURKY has just switched the prompt to Liberation
But really, you can do whatever you want, I don’t really care haha
I like how you use juxtaposition here
@MURKY has just switched the prompt to Liberation
But really, you can do whatever you want, I don’t really care haha
Thanks man that means a lot I was afraid of posting this here because I feel like it was mediocre compared to what you guys posts. question is the juxtaposition only thing that would make this redeemable?
Thanks man that means a lot I was afraid of posting this here because I feel like it was mediocre compared to what you guys posts. question is the juxtaposition only thing that would make this redeemable?
I don’t really know what you’re trying to say. Maybe that innocence and cruelty both exist in this world. It’s a little vague. I don’t feel like I get a whole lot out of it.
I will also say that I’m a hard person to please. I think this should be a safe space for anyone to post whatever tho. It doesn’t have to be as good as the next guys. Unfortunately this thread doesn’t get a lot of traffic… Would you like to give your thoughts on your poem, or would you prefer not to explain it? :)