oh sandwich
you are
so funny

inb4 endless poetry about speakers

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Ayn Rand is dead
And had nothing to do with Dostoevsky--FUCK YOU

amidoinitrite?

>>952574
Arrow points long ways, don't pick speaker as subject

mountain explosion
your yellow-green liquid
off brand
but still delicious
i saved 20 cents

A green cup... Next to a white paper napkin.

Mmm. A poem?

Green, greenie cup
I drink from your mouth
Sipping the gold, I stop
Wipe from north to south
Napkin, stained is now.

I'm not writing a poem about a mtg deck. There a depths even I will not sink to.

travel the world
have sex with strange men
cut it all up
and put it back together again

baked and branded, naked scales,
but not the sea, it was made for sails
a cousin to familiarity, a child hoods friend
in one side, out another end

in rigor frozen, it floats, not swims
and tastes of coated toppings, and holy lids
in green and white, in tan convex
parmesean goldfish are in the text.

My hand is hairy
It is also white
refrigerator

haikus are the only poems I know how to write.

>>952618

not a haiku. Haiku's go 5,7,5; your poem is 5,5,5.

>>952590
Do it faggot

keeping safe
by combination
guarding things
with fascination

Hardened steel
stronger than rock
thank you always,
my master lock

You sick
bastard.

You nursed
me all
night,
telling me
it'd all be
okay.

But when
the pain comes
back
you sit empty,
mocking me,
making me
do this on
my own.

Fuck you.
I'm getting
another
bottle.

>>952643
Ah fuck.
Oh well.

I am not writing a poem about The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. No

I'm a computer
and I'm working
and I make noises
and I go like
beep boo bop beep ba be

I'm a computer

COMPUTER

>>952727
Doooo it

Brownies taste good,
they are my favourite food.

If with it I could get away,
I would eat them every day.

write a poem about my thingy?

>>952742
NO

OH GOD NO

NOT THIS AGAIN

STOP

>>952742
My mom put some games on it for me to play.

>>952968
Yes.

rattle rattle rattle
rolling the dice
yay i rolled a twenty
wait, is that good or bad?
i don't understand this game

Is it a headphone
or a phone-head?

I hate how chewy you are
but you are still delicious
if only your bones weren't
so goddamn malicious

Ann's Leg
ANN'S LEG
A leg of Ann
The curvature of leg
The leg of curvature
A yellow white yellow
Thick band of gray
What mysterious does the body contain
If the real world is only comprised of values
Not lines -


When I don't want to write a poem I wind up writing crack

>>952959
Win.

>>953047
This is the best work of literature I've ever seen

Ember to vapor
Blue fills my lungs
Nauseated choke
On back my tongue
Just a little cooler now, just a little nice
These cheap cigs, do suffice

My dick plays the double feature screen,
Yo dick, got the HIV

Notebooks
In them, i can write my books
Yeah, books, not fucking nooks

It lies there, everyday, a forgotten Relic, though necessary
It's presence only known, recognized by it's limitations
Does it dream of being the computer, the star, Jacob instead of Esau?
It does not. It remains warm and calm, knowing that it's importance
outweighs the construct it supports
its spends its life supporting, giving
life to the Computer
content to work from the floor.

Action montage mash-ups flash up on
the screen; 30-second narratives of
supercool powerhouse fantastic
splendorous finality of value:
Man!

Snowboarding, kayaking, doing kickflips,
backwards roundhouses and supercool stuff.
They punctured my puerile brain with this crap.
I don't do that shit; yet I Do the Dew.

>>953111
I got teary and hugged my computer.

I'm an idiot,
Bought you on a whim.
Will probably never read you
And if I do
I won't understand you,
Ulysses.

a rock sits right there
about the size of an egg
pale greenish white; cold.

Found that shit while hiking about a state park.
Want to tumble it smooth but am afraid it'll disintegrate.
Just like many other relationships, this one.

Terrible.

Haiku
Mug, holds my coffee,
The drink of eternal life,
oh, how I love it

With a glee in my eyes
I cut around his head
A face in the magazine
"You're mine", I said

He's a bald politican
Atop my speaker
Is he on a mission?
I'm still a seeker

Now he just rests
With a lifeless gaze
Sees my masturbates
A smirk, I may have his praise

slurp o slurp o slurpee cup
you never will give me enough
delicious ice cold
refreshment
that I desire

It's never enough

my leg in denim
not covered by my lap top
like the other one is.

I post an arrow onto /lit/,
It points to earth--I have no wit;
For so shitty is my attempt to meme
That I suck cocks, asses I rim.
And yet I try and go for it.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Safeway brand Mountain Freeze
Makes like pepper and has sneeze
Spagett

Peace of paper
I cut off from a bag of popcorn
For easy access
The only thing I can think of is porn

water bottle how you quench my thirst
i might just have to make you my first
you look so seductive, in your plastic guard
oh Dasani you make me so hard

>>955035
best poem ever

Bought from a bookstore
Folding open, full of rust
You're just an armchair

My laptop case
a tight embrace
on my laptop's face

laptop + case
like a jack and an ace
a guitar and a bass
a vacuum and space

My blue wall, my sole protector
Or the protector of my soul?
If you should not exist for me
Down the stairs I'd roll
For behind your supple skin
and beyond your bones of wood
there I should find a staircase
and fall down it if I could
And so my darling bluest wall
which beside me nightly sleeps
I'll remember all your friendship
and my safety that you keep

Rachael Maddow
You so crazy

Blank cd case
You are as empty
as my heart

Oh instructions for playing poker card,
what a queer kind are thee,
in the deck you stand alone,
while the other cards have a family of three.

4chan frames
without you the website seems so empty
lost in an abyss of 1080p.
You aid my navigation and
render these threads with arrows moot.

A plush Prinny doll
That came with Disgaea 2
It is a rad game

The dark down blanket
How void and depressed
Inky blue sprawled across my bed
Yet never quite touching

The times underneath
Staring into your face
Your sweet embrace
All now buried

The dark blanket
Depressed into itself
Unable to rise
Staring back into my eyes.

empty coin wrapper
never to be filled up
pennies are worthless

>>955284
until you get 10 dollars in pennies! im 3 penny rolls short

I need to go outside more
To get away from these
Loaded dice and character sheets.

Oh clay bowl I made back in Freshman year
Your shitty design brings me to tears

But yet I do not fear
Because fuck you

>>955281
supposed to go
A
B
B
A

C
D
D
C

E
F
G
G

I love me my Robert Frost.

>>955281
Any thoughts?

>>955287
I filled up a bunch of wrappers and deposited $100 in quarters today. My sister sometimes pays her half of the rent with change cause she's a bartender.

>>955301
My friend has 100$ in quarters in his car for those days where you REALLY need to beat Metal Slug 4. Oh, and we have before...

Grinder, made in ages past
In a factory in Mexico you were cast
You have served me at many a repast
My weed I gave you, buds in whole,
You returned it shredded, ready to roll.

>>955307
haha I remember saving up $20 or $30 in quarters and dropping them on ninja turtles and the simpsons at the arcade

Crisp as an apple, plucked fresh from a tree
Salty as seaweed from the depths of the sea
If having to choose, my favourite food would be
Bag of Doritos, oh how I love thee.

Cup once filled with joy
now only emptiness
my soul relates
my heart just breaks

Cup filled with liquid
water is my vice
shits all gone
now only ice

You are on my arm
You bend when i tell you to
You are an Elbow

right speaker
you served me well
till you broke
now I'm throwing you out, just like that bitch dumped me

marker lying on the desk
was it my hand that treated you best
though it only followed track
of the mind's thought and movement pact
to do the work sans the reason
for the wise head the hand leaves that
though mine in sophomore year
colored up the bathroom mirrors
as well as the walls
hoping for a legendary name i scrawled
because i was not the sports Dan
nor the the drummer in the band
i was not the learned calculator
i hid in the crowds from the Homecoming paraders
like my fathers, with this stick i made fire
turning my earnest name to foolish desire

>>953198
sees my masturbates! hahahahha

Tender sweetness
A gentleness on the tip of the tongue
Delicious fruit of the gods
Almonds

come on all you lurkers! get in here and dare to disturb the universe.

there will be time for visions and revisions, but for now post your shit

>>955430
>arrow points left
>"right speaker"
>derp

>>955465
right speaker if you're facing the same way as it.

come on e/lit/ists

Glass candy jar, thank you for holding my M&M's, the end?

what is a picture of the sky but dumb
if it sits at the level of the city horizon
and never sees its god again
sitting in desks- no garden of eden

what is the adam
who never saw the lake-bed of clay
from which they were shot and made
a picture says a thousand words
and this one of the sky has not one bird

sorry to you then finally my photo
you are as thin as an empty envelope
i meant to hang you, like God does the sky
but for now you lean and inanimately cry

The pipe is at rest.
Still smoldering, and very hot
Take that burning into my chest
Out of your mouth, the smoke is shot
Falling, falling
The pipe is at rest.

stray card from a greasy deck
taken away from the greasy rest
that were thrown away
no proof could have been left that day

you were in few games in a restaurant
and there men drank like fresh-landed astronauts
thought your maker made you seemingly true,
the games you played in did depended quite on you
a hot man lost his mind and money
all because his hand was dealt funny
he got up and threw his plate through a table top
and some had to call the local eager cops
and when i, the dish washer, found your state there,
i took you home and made a bookmark your new occupation

Reclining in the uncomfortable office chair
My attentions on a Sprite can.
My tired eyes burned dully
stationary things shimmered
and the harsh light threw up absurd reflections in the metallic grey aluminum.
I'm too tired to remember geometry
or prose.

>>955499
that was awesome

Old Spice Antiperspirant
The stick that helps me circumvent
The rather nasty, dirty scent
Which comes throughout my day.

>>955518
>Old Spice
>mfw

Monkey fist
ohh monkey fist
how I love you so.
There is a steel ball in you
so i can throw you where you want to go/

You'r a great cat toy
and a great companion too.
Monkey fist
Oh Monkey fist
I need no other
I love you.

Vibramycin,
You're so enticin'
You pack a punch just like Mike Tyson.
Upset stomach is the price I pay
for taking 1 capsule, twice a day.
Make this sinus infection go away
I don't want this stuffy nose to stay.

Avoid prolonged exposure to bright sunlight,
and this medicine should treat you alright.
Make sure the child-proof cap is on tight.

I'm way to fucking tired to write anything other than a grade 2 style poem

ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
RHYMING IS HARD.

I am a little teacup
Quite petite and a good deal fat
I am a little teacup
With a handle sharp and pointy
Here for you to hold
And here's a little opening
To pour into your mouth

Speaker on my desk,
Filling my world with music,
Play on and soothe me.

You're fucking right,
it doesn't matter.
I don't know that I'd say
that you're half empty.
I only know that
you're not all there,
and I barely care.
You and I were once
something more, than now,
and, yes, I still do recall
how you stayed when
I pressed my lips to you
promising to give me
all that's within you,
and I did. I left you dry,
and now you've nothing left,
and I've barely gained.
Also, I'll ask you this,
don't get my feelings confused.
I might soon thirst
for more from you,
but I'll only leave you used.

>>955595
What is it?

>>955597

A glass, moran.

I think my candle can be summed up simply:

I'm burnin'
I'm burnin'
I'm burnin' for the dissipation of your spell of protection from unwanted energies.

You hold my life together
Binding regent of cohesive stickiness
You are my rubber cement
Ass

blah
blah blah
dildo
blah

the plastic, it clicks
under my swift fingers
turns force into signals
that know what I think

Without me it's nothing
but buttons and cables
lays dead on my table
'til I wake it up
but under my fingers
it sends beautiful fables
down through it's cables
and into the marvelous world

loopteedoo

speaker, speaker, sitting there
twin thick discs, 'logitech' black
speaker, speaker, silent, bare
can I have my music back

Oh, blank CD,
Why is the computer under the impression,
you are not blank,
because you are.

motherfucker I'm thirsty
but you ain't full
go get some water
so i can pour it down my hole

drink drink bitch
all i want is a drink bitch

xbox

oh
how little
i have used
thee

from
the day we
met

it was
always hello
there

ohai
then turn three
sixty

Tuning fork
You rest, pronged and metallic
Your chime a small piece of a larger puzzle
A puzzle of symphonies, of orchestras
You are the ticking heart of a composer
The building blocks of a sound

O Dear Report,
Feared of since times of semester's beginning
Your length is daunting
But at current you are short

Incomplete
Lacking
In Progress

I Remain Lamenting
That you must be written
in a foreign language

>>952742
>>952742
>>952742
oh holy fuck i dont know why i laughed at this one so hard

Headphones

O, sound and voice
music and theatre
Inspiration!

Without you to guide me
My triangulation would be hampered
Without you to guide me
I could not shoot as straight

Headphones, headphones -
the sound of everything
directly to the drums of my ears
headphones, headphones
---

Battery Pack

You are a replacement
You are connected
Keeping me alive
My seconds ticking down
You heat up
You take the switches
You make it appropriate
I could ruin it all
I could bring back the original
It sits in my draws
It waits
To be used?
One day?
Not until I get it fixed.
You shall do for now.
You had to be fixed too.
You were free.
But not to buy.
What will happen when you die?
What will happen when I do?
Will you continue to charge?
Will you burn a hole in my bed?
Will you keep my body warm till I am found?
I probably should go to sleep...

One of Kesha's albums.

Oh Kesha's CD,
However did you end up with me?
Your lyrics so dry, disdainful and dumb
That they make the core of my brain go numb

Men, drugs and sex your songs describe
No literary meaning can I derive
Layer upon layer is dunked on your voice
Buying your work was not the right choice

May I just say, you sound quite high
Could you jump off a building, and pretend to fly?
It would do the world a lot of good
If you'd stop pretending to be from the 'hood

And so this poem comes to a close
If only music would not reach such lows
To Kesha, I implore you, young lady, to mature
And listen to anon, from /literature/

>>952983
I want to have sex with your mom.

Bump

This is my drawer
I'll tell you what it's for
It's under my clock
And keeps my socks
And also shirts are stored

Blue, blue is your color but black is your soul.
Dead have you lain underneath me in passionate
moments, and
Cold have you been against my pain.
Still I like to feel you take away my fever's heat.

oh lifeless corpse of a 13 year old girl.
how lifeless a corpse you seem to be.
I think I'll rape the body later.
and then cut it up for ease of burying.

oh post-it note
containing words that I wrote
to remind me of things that I haven't done
I'll throw you away
but until that day
on my desk is where you will lay

I can't tell if 3/4 of this thread is intentionally doing it wrong to be funny, or if everyone is just untalented.

>>955508
thank you, sir

Cola Glass, You've been there for so long
So long so much so that I wrote you a song
A poem of sorts, a Sonnot with warts
Something that is hopefully not wrong

Cola Glass, Been here for so long
So long so much so that I wrote you a song
A poem of sorts, A limerick with warts
Something that is hopefully not wrong

Rythym sticks
and irish pricks
drink an oaked thunder

with a clickity clack
and a whack
tea the the world asunder

stray card from a greasy deck
taken away from the greasy rest
that were thrown away
no proof could have been left that day

you were in a few games in a restaurant
and there men drank like fresh-landed astronauts
though your maker made you for little games -true,
the games you played in did depended quite on you
a hot man lost his mind and money
all because his hand was dealt funny
he got up and threw a plate through a table top
an after-hours waitress called the eager local cops
and when i, the dish washer, found your state,
i took you home, now a bookmark is your new occupation

i revised it from how i posted it here last night

Oh left computer speaker,
I pity your existence, meager.
For without controls or input are you,
In mono, whatever can you do?

A poor mimic to his every action and sound,
you lack all credentials to be unbound.
But wait! What is that?
Is that a stereo track?!

Cry out and sing!
Your most different thing!
Freedom at last!
Praise this stereo track!

For it has given you,
a few minutes or two;
of different, beautiful sound,
at last you are unbound!

From shackles of mimicry,
you are no longer one of mediocrity.
Though once the track ends,
and we return to mono again.

You are still you,
so what ever can you do?
Poor left computer speaker,
once again you live so meager.

>>956281
I love it. You gave a computer speaker so much depth and meaning. +1 internets for you, my good man.

>>956287

I was laughing when I wrote it; but yea surprisingly it worked well.

PS Tripple
So much better than Xbox
Needs some dusting off.

sheet of paper
blank, clean, ready to be written on
sharing information
just like this post
before it was made.

My other LCD
If I mirror the image
Stuff may become by zero dividee

ginger ale is good
i am going to drink it
you just lost the game

oh, hypotrochoid art set,
why did i buy thee?
you lie yet unopened,
mournfuly pushed under the moniter.
When will you contents see daylight?

coffeeeee...
you so so strong ... so black ...
flow down my Throat ...
burn me from Inside ...
enjoy your aids

Coca-Cola Can Coca-Cola can.
How amazing you are.

My studded flip-flops
With your peace sign, worn today
Cute and functional

My ordinary glass
do you need a clean?
But I only fill you with water
so you be pristine

Oh, Pyxis machine
Eat a dick

My keyboard... I could probably actually do something some what decent with this, had I any talent that is.

>>957001
We don't have either, go ahead, babble something.

There's not a lot to be said
Of a not-half-full glass;
Not empty it simply reflects
And when not full, it's full of gas

Radiology
Why require so many books?
I never read them.

I fucking love you
keys to a fun night.
You don't know how
long I've waited
to have the chance
to write this.

You're useless until October
but I'm fine to wait.
I'll sit here singing
Wet Hair.

And though it
may be
raining
in Vancouver

I don't give
a fuck.

Cause I get
to see
Japandroids.

cup noodles
nothing to satisfy my hunger
nice try though
i guess that's why they call you
much more than a soup

oh knee
youve been with me since i was born
if only you could only run a little more
without that sharp pain that is common for thee

fucking candle. youre too bright.
i hate that little shiny light
fucking candle

im a beaner look at me
staring at my small tv
watching the futbol match between
a team thats brown and a team thats green
im a beaner, woe is me.

LG, 'Life's Good'
The catchphrase of a company
that sells various electronic appliances
claims that life is good.
On this monitor made by LG I am watching Star Wars Return of the Jedi
Yoda has just died
The last Jedi of the Old Republic has just died
An old hermit spent his last days alone.
Yoda's death reminds me of the Old Republic,
The good republic.
Were an ideal society thrived
Alas it is only a work fiction
Life is not good, it will never be good
The good life doesn't exist.
Eventually we all die alone.
'Life is Good'

My left speaker, black
Emits audible sweetness
But not this moment

Remote control
with you in my hand
I turn the channels
Like pages in a book

Plastic speakers, projecting sound
Sending waves of vibration,
pure musical pleasure.
Interrupted by Goodmorning America
When I accidently click
on /b/

Zapper, Changer, Beeper
From Hell's Kitchen to Iron Chef
The amount of time that I invest in
Zapping, changing, beeping
Why have a strange name
When we change the same
Zapper, Changer, Beeper


I call it 'The Remote', by the way.

My left arm
Is not as good for masturbating
As the right

Purple controller
of the gamecube persuasion
You are so dirty.

Glass of ice tea
You make me have to pee
I am writing this poem
Because I was told by OP

Cli-cli-cli-
CLICK* into place
The Crew is in your face
Got some cold, hard steel in my pocket space

Bronze Blade's his name,
bought him down by the mall
12 Gs well spent, gonna fight the law.

/v/irgins oughta know this...

DVD player
Inferior to bluray
But fuck that gay shit

My Ratty Tatty Bear

He's Valentine's Day
from an age far away,
his leg on my knee
stuffed and quite fluffy.
Speaking of peace without a voice;
sleeping beside me without a choice.
Roots of all evil convulse
down his throat (torn apart)
they give him a pulse
but not a heart.

Oh, Arctic Silver 5,
You keep my CPU alive.
Without your touch,
there's heat too much
for my computer to survive.

Oh Fleshlight,
tighter than tight can be
shaped like a bum
im gonna fuck ya til i cum

Im da realest niggA SO I BE LIKE ALL RAPPING AND RIPPING REAL NIGGAS. Yeah for the hoes i got lambos and i be doing my dougie fuckin any ho even if she udly imma nigga aint even funny i do this for the streets feel my nigga street poetry

O heineken Its been a long time
We become freinds your sweeter then wine
Imma be drunk and im gonna shine
O sweet beer you are mine o mine
Your feeling is making me devine
Why do drugs beer is legal and way more hardcore
beer o beer you make every woman a whore

Ring, my phone
Ring for me
Just once, my phone
Won't you ring for me?
I long for the sound
But it never comes around
And rings
For me

Arch installer disk
You are so damn open source
Stallman would be proud

This box that lies before me,
Its contents revealed and purpose unmasked,
You provide such delicious HD,
Oh cable behind my PC screen,
How a I love thee

your screen is cracked
and your too old to be recognized anymore
update drivers, disable drivers
install
uninstall
reinstall
poor old mp3 player that my grandma bought
for christmas

Full of wants to be given
Has the blackness of a leather jacket
Folded in a way to organize it self
Goes into the inventory of its clothing

This car is reminiscent of my childhood/
hours spent outside in my own little world removed from reality/
Now they say this is a bad thing/
but fuck them

OP tried to write
The haiku of OP fails
Therefore, this thread fails

This bed
of white and gray
blankets
is soft
very
very
soft.
Must I now sleep on this
wonderful and
delightful
bed.

>>959564

No, its a basic free verse.

Oh god my cellphone. Do you accept haikus?

Got it recently
Don't do much with it but text
My girlfriend all day

This bed is about the fucking poem of the RAPE OF NANKING.

Bed is made in Japan or something. I get no pussy in it. One time I did. Now I mostly beat off. Suede beds are hot in summer. A summer with no pussy on a hot bed. Just like at Nanking and fucking Denang.

And I sleep too much, and I'll fucking snap RAD style. Masturbate. Pubic hair. Keyboard.

Hey pillow
You so fine
You so fine
You blow my mind
Hey pillow

ps3 you make me sad
all the games you never had
you set me back a lot of money
im so broke it isnt funny

ps3 at first you seemed so right
a blueray disk of talledega nights
the neckbeards assured me with their claims
but in the end you still have no gaems

O Remote Control!
O Ye bringer of joy!
why dost thou sit?
Rejoice ye god!
Rejoice in the spirit of television!
Let thine rays of pure gold strike,
changeth my channel!

speaker
screaming

the working of the artisan
knits purpose in strands of atoms
creating objects with a purpose to be used.

Hence comes a cup to my desk
shaped like the head of a stormtrooper.
Yet it holds no drink for anyone.
Is it frustrated, I wonder, that
the shape of its being has forever
denied it its purpose?

>>959924
Why do you text to your other phone?

Post-its
Post it
Write it
They are brightly coloured

Porcelain tiger
Stare at me
See all
Nothing
Horrors, joy, love, a silent overseer
Green eyes stare blankly at the world of the living
Wish and hope.

>>960015
<3

Skittish bubbles on the tongue
A sour kiss awakens
From house of black aluminum
If I am not mistaken
A drink of liquid energy
Laced with taurine and guarana
To fatigue you are the enemy
To the sleepy man, nirvana

There once was a man from china,
Who wasn't a very good climber,
Slipped on a rock
and cut off his cock,
and now he has a vagina.

An ashtray, clean.
Look up irony,
then ask me again.
I'm going to have a cigarette.

>>960700
Fuck, I like this one. Cool subtext, bro.

Why
Is There
A Knife
On my Desk
Oh Fuck
What did I do
Last Night?