O.o ...

I dream of ducks, thats what i dream
of endless shapes, and abstract steam
I dream of ducks, its my obsession
of color rhymes and bit progression
I dream of ducks, and happy clouds
the song of trance and hypno sounds
In case you wonder, nothing's wrong
I dream of ducks, ...is just a song


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PM6hh-OlnMU


I case you question why i write
A poem of such pointless type
I could explain, to try i could
Why neurons have left the hood
But better still, just enjoy
The day insanity became my toy

Muhahhahahahahaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!




P.S.
uck=rug
ha..ha..Joke! laugh!...now :|
why so serious


pssst..i [b]see[/b] voices!..shht..DON'T LOOK

now stop reading,
comments are useless

Edited September 16, 201015 yr by Muratus del Mur

You are either..
1. Extremely happy
2. In a silly mood while being extremely happy.
3. Hyped up on caffine while being extremely happy.
4. Or you are drunk and extremely happy.
5. A combination of all of the above.



Ducks and kittens are adorable, gotta say.

/end of useless comment. XD

ah yeeey..
i am so ..happy.. as you say?
oh pray,
my feelings are indeed that way


is comic
how we joke about the tragic
a trick
that makes our life more magic


laugh symbolism
pure self defence mechanism
invisible schism
bending thoughts like a prism


this comedy
a self destructing parody
you see?
now where that happiness in me?


now run!
fear the madness behind fun
hide hun
i'm two seconds from my gun











p.s u made me smile , yey..time to polish the jigsaw for a new beneficiary ..mmh..mhha..mhahahhaaa *paranoid twitch*

Edited September 16, 201015 yr by Muratus del Mur

Yay! Smiling is good! Smile more!!

As much as I thought the majority of your other poetry was mediocre at best, this free-thought poetry grabs me. Although it was not your intention to impress, or perhaps because it was not your intention, I am impressed.

Awi

the crux of ducks is bucks for schmucks,
apostate from a prostate view.
a dithered withered leather lathered? Sucks!
eclipse my name, encompass you.

Ducks are incredibly awesome anyway. I didn't know neurons lived in the 'hood, either. Are they also packing heat? "Raise 'em high!"

this is the ALTERNATE romanian version, its not ment to be translated because its all about the language used, twisted sense of humor, soory
i did this as a test..since all romanians here on this form know english already.someone share an opinion if its worth to alter content of poeam, even badly,if it keep similar if not identical info sring.



a..ha.
sunt fericit nu-i asa?
ai vrea
sa fie totul chiar asa


e comic
cum ne batem joc de tragic
un truc
ce schimba viata magic


rasul tare
acest mecanism de autoaparare
invizibila separare
intre ce e nostim si ce doare


fericit?..fie
ca intr-o sinistra parodie
ei bine
unde-i oare fericirea-n mine


acum besi
muta-ti copitele de pe presi
hai valea
moaca ta imi optureaza calea

...



unfortunatly the mur is not fully upgraded yet so i am unable to test it in the first poem to compare

You've gone mad!

... I like it >: D

Edited September 16, 201015 yr by Kyphis the Bard

*nerve tick goes off by her right eye*

Hail the Mad! Hail the Sad!
Those who hide behind the Mask.
Poetry like ours is Bad.

Ducks! Yes! Kittens? Aw!
I bet they forgot the mittens.
Alas I suck at this
So I bow out with your permittence.

I'm with Awi, I especially like post 3 its very...like lyrical spitting.

Also...ace song.

Z

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2dfGC1oziE[/media]

That duck got stuck
in the mud of your spluuuuurge
Plick Plock Pluck
out of the muck
so whats it to be.. Chuck?

tick tock, choke block
take it back, forward rock
short crop, flip n drop
break step, checking out
out Out
out. of. check.

Poison lips
grip, grab
Hold it now
hold. that. draaaaag

ears ache, head snakes
ears ache, head snakes

Edited September 16, 201015 yr by Asterdai

What do you say when you're shooting a Duck?



..
..

Duck!!

Have to agree with Awii on that one, it really grabs me, bit of a varied response on my part


i am mAd
crazy they say,
quite angry

i write to speak,
my lyrical inSanity

my brain fires sHots,
the man is deAd,
stabbed himself five times
with a knife in the heaD

the duck iS dead,
the quAcks and quicks
were playing on my mind,
like a little football ditch

i dreAm of pretty pictures,
rainBows with the clouds,
the rain hitting down afAr
like a big old car
running down the gRounds

my obSession with perfection
and nothing perfect rhymes

everyThing i say is wrong
noThing ever lie
except me, and them, and you, and i,

in case you wonder why i state
it is beCause i cannot hate
explain i cannot, should not, do
i type so write, i typ so rong

do not commeant
i can not think
read not what you canNot see
i cannot see but you or me

i am happy, fear me
run from my smiling fist

gaze upon my visAge and despair
i am a comic book
wham, poof, kaplook

i trick you into seeing
what you want to see
the truth
my lie
i spy wIth my little eye
someThing beginning with r

trap doors,
trip wires too
i set them up
to watch them blow
my mind, too much infonation
i think a lot
of toffee in the morning

self destruct
5
4
3
2
1
bang, kaboom
i am deAd
i see your head in the basket
aLong with a magazine

talk to me
and you shall see
how crazy you might
truly be
bzZzz for the honey
bzzzZ off
do not disturb
i'm not tired any more

a nugget of gold
13 pieces of silver
i canNot be sold
nor bought for a giraffe
leave now,
forEver hold your piece
i am not here any more
i am gone
the next room is so far away
like a ship over the horizon

Edited September 17, 201015 yr by Grido(polis)

u liked the 1st or the second? ..because the second just came out as i was trying to reply

strange things happen around 6am ..again

Well it gave me some inspiration. i actually went and found a song that was similer (in my eyes) to the one you had, which helped me
its interesting how music can affect poetry, i hadnt tried it before