Poetic prose

neutral · 08-15-2015, 12:22 AM

I remember when nothing was mine but the subject of rhyme. Sometimes try not to do it but I’m pliant, influenced by the finest of music for which my mind’s a conduit – aver that every verse is an anthem. Scansion reduces poetry to a decimal form yet forgetting the letters that crawl into your decibel hall - I meant ear, if you wondered. Really forced way to say so, probably ought to have said no but the prosody’s seductive as reductive synecdoche: I’m essentially a pencil, put pensively. Pretentiously, his pen and moleskin pad pulled out of his oilskin satchel and he pestered me. Low-key, I throw him a sentence with some semblance of acceptance. Boasted he’s published – showed me the entry. Asked for my judgment (he sucked). Told him I loved it (I’m not published). Told me his bag was waterproof as the tender poured vermouth into his Manhattan. Only cocktail I drink’s an Old-Fashioned with a lemon rind laid on the side. It wasn’t even raining outside. Bitch. I don’t know half the time why I seem so pensive -- I see no merit in being esoteric, switch cryptic to simplistic and a keyhole beckons deep in the ego’s presence/on the other side a clock’s ticking. The unlocking click makes the keynote pleasant. Together we walk. You insist it’s better we talk but I measure the pause between your sentence and thought, or cleverest clause and learn more about your element. More. I make less of you from the vowelled speeches - a silent taste of sour sonic secrets. Bowered beeches tower over disempowered peoples among ironic flowers, fleeting, meeting a mild and tempting breeze: both are swept with ease. Maybe I’m caught up in the English weather; I wait every year to watch snow drift to extinguish embers. The sediment’s settlers nestling at the bottom of a glass bottle that claps hollow when empty. Peremptory requests aren’t that – they’re behests. I can’t accept none. My pops just said: “Dumb – too clever for your own good, think of what you and your bro could have done”. He doesn’t see the growth stood before him. Used to adore him; warranted to floor him – but I don’t. That’s strength. Grown up and now we’re mature – impure, in thrall to our thoughts? Let lightning come, electric, violent snakes forking to make the primal rage of Nature tidal wave our natures. Remind us of your magnificent ambivalence. Remind us we ain’t shit. We are shit – refuse, refusing to acknowledge the price we pay as we sign away snips of our soul on the daily living between the paycheque that pays rent, or dividends. Death implies life, but it’s different if all the hours you're living amounts to cowardly minutes you play dead.

neutral · 08-22-2015, 04:38 AM

I'll remember you fondly.

Geno · 08-22-2015, 12:06 PM

pretty dope
dully bizzy?

this shit stuck out most
loved the use of the word conduit

influenced by the finest of music for which my mind’s a conduit

Split Eight · 08-22-2015, 12:29 PM

uwotm8

neutral · 08-27-2015, 07:24 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Dr Dog

uwotm8

Topkek.

Inno · 08-27-2015, 10:46 PM

Join the LPGA @neutral

This was outstanding

neutral · 09-04-2015, 02:53 PM

Maybe

Thank you.

Bodey · 09-06-2015, 01:39 AM

wow

it's pieces like this that really remind me just how far my own potential for writing can go. legit, i feel like i've dumbed down over the years haha i mean damn. this was really cool

Let lightning come, electric, violent snakes forking to make the primal rage of Nature tidal wave our natures

i loved that.

Used to adore him; warranted to floor him – but I don’t. That’s strength.

good shit. this whole post was different than what i'm used to reading and i really needed that. so thank you

neutral · 10-12-2015, 09:11 PM

Thanks.
@Dearg

sral · 10-13-2015, 09:02 AM

this was pretty smooth

flowed like butter

a few of us have almost got out of posting paragraph style after it had a semi-resurgence here but its always cool to see and read

sometimes it seems to read nicer than it does when the spacebars hit

anyone else feel that?

like almost its a stream of consciousness in this format with no break inbetween

the thoughts all just read like one continous sequence

rather than disconnected things on a similar theme

i enjoyed it

keep that pen moving!

2tripple0 · 10-13-2015, 09:25 AM

Felt like writing good to know my efforts Aren't wasted fill hours with joy so checking out this league and things like the magazine so anyways I still haven't provided enough time into a subject I feel like time is wasting and that the difference either 5th es lyricists attempted to break down your piece I chose the latter lol no pun intended Murphy law that was a dope part of the his verses since he would base in on the dope chapters like u something you ain't produce this like a w in or loss And stir not eat anythe hing

That the base of Wat happened dur inv the time th hat you checked your beat to underst grand the storyline all he's words left with no mean Ing

Exis · 10-14-2015, 02:53 AM

I'm not a fan of paragraph type structures...mainly 'cause few can do it well, you pulled it off tho.I've been asked a few times if I'd venture into that realm...answer has always been a firm no, this makes me second guess that yeah...

...So kudos to you lol.

Enjoyable shit...stay uppity.

08-15-2015, 12:22 AM	#1
neutral Member Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 52 Battle Record: 1-2 Rep Power: 3412705	Poetic prose I remember when nothing was mine but the subject of rhyme. Sometimes try not to do it but I’m pliant, influenced by the finest of music for which my mind’s a conduit – aver that every verse is an anthem. Scansion reduces poetry to a decimal form yet forgetting the letters that crawl into your decibel hall - I meant ear, if you wondered. Really forced way to say so, probably ought to have said no but the prosody’s seductive as reductive synecdoche: I’m essentially a pencil, put pensively. Pretentiously, his pen and moleskin pad pulled out of his oilskin satchel and he pestered me. Low-key, I throw him a sentence with some semblance of acceptance. Boasted he’s published – showed me the entry. Asked for my judgment (he sucked). Told him I loved it (I’m not published). Told me his bag was waterproof as the tender poured vermouth into his Manhattan. Only cocktail I drink’s an Old-Fashioned with a lemon rind laid on the side. It wasn’t even raining outside. Bitch. I don’t know half the time why I seem so pensive -- I see no merit in being esoteric, switch cryptic to simplistic and a keyhole beckons deep in the ego’s presence/on the other side a clock’s ticking. The unlocking click makes the keynote pleasant. Together we walk. You insist it’s better we talk but I measure the pause between your sentence and thought, or cleverest clause and learn more about your element. More. I make less of you from the vowelled speeches - a silent taste of sour sonic secrets. Bowered beeches tower over disempowered peoples among ironic flowers, fleeting, meeting a mild and tempting breeze: both are swept with ease. Maybe I’m caught up in the English weather; I wait every year to watch snow drift to extinguish embers. The sediment’s settlers nestling at the bottom of a glass bottle that claps hollow when empty. Peremptory requests aren’t that – they’re behests. I can’t accept none. My pops just said: “Dumb – too clever for your own good, think of what you and your bro could have done”. He doesn’t see the growth stood before him. Used to adore him; warranted to floor him – but I don’t. That’s strength. Grown up and now we’re mature – impure, in thrall to our thoughts? Let lightning come, electric, violent snakes forking to make the primal rage of Nature tidal wave our natures. Remind us of your magnificent ambivalence. Remind us we ain’t shit. We are shit – refuse, refusing to acknowledge the price we pay as we sign away snips of our soul on the daily living between the paycheque that pays rent, or dividends. Death implies life, but it’s different if all the hours you're living amounts to cowardly minutes you play dead. Last edited by neutral; 08-15-2015 at 12:24 AM.

08-22-2015, 12:06 PM	#3
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,325 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036758	pretty dope dully bizzy? this shit stuck out most loved the use of the word conduit influenced by the finest of music for which my mind’s a conduit __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est*

10-13-2015, 09:02 AM	#10
sral Shrewd as evearthed Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: Wolverhampton, England Posts: 8,255 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899391	this was pretty smooth flowed like butter a few of us have almost got out of posting paragraph style after it had a semi-resurgence here but its always cool to see and read sometimes it seems to read nicer than it does when the spacebars hit anyone else feel that? like almost its a stream of consciousness in this format with no break inbetween the thoughts all just read like one continous sequence rather than disconnected things on a similar theme i enjoyed it keep that pen moving! __________________ - Netcees Rebuttal Tourney - Art of Writing League (x 4) - AOWL Season 11 Champion (Undefeated Season)

10-13-2015, 09:25 AM	#11
2tripple0 death warmed over Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Downstairs illstreet dam Posts: 2,564 Battle Record: 6-21 Rep Power: 0	Felt like writing good to know my efforts Aren't wasted fill hours with joy so checking out this league and things like the magazine so anyways I still haven't provided enough time into a subject I feel like time is wasting and that the difference either 5th es lyricists attempted to break down your piece I chose the latter lol no pun intended Murphy law that was a dope part of the his verses since he would base in on the dope chapters like u something you ain't produce this like a w in or loss And stir not eat anythe hing That the base of Wat happened dur inv the time th hat you checked your beat to underst grand the storyline all he's words left with no mean Ing __________________ https://soundcloud.com/user-876573949/ https://soundcloud.com/user-634430314/

08-22-2015, 04:38 AM	#2
neutral Member Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 52 Battle Record: 1-2 Rep Power: 3412705	I'll remember you fondly.

08-27-2015, 10:46 PM	#6
Inno Ad mini tator Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 10,005 Battle Record: 26-54 Champed - Lime Green Poetry Association - Black August - 1-2 Punch League Rep Power: 85899400	Join the LPGA @neutral This was outstanding

09-04-2015, 02:53 PM	#7
neutral Member Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 52 Battle Record: 1-2 Rep Power: 3412705	Maybe Thank you.

10-12-2015, 09:11 PM	#9
neutral Member Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 52 Battle Record: 1-2 Rep Power: 3412705	Thanks. @Dearg

10-14-2015, 02:53 AM	#12
Exis ............ Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 3,938 Battle Record: 3-3 Rep Power: 0	I'm not a fan of paragraph type structures...mainly 'cause few can do it well, you pulled it off tho.I've been asked a few times if I'd venture into that realm...answer has always been a firm no, this makes me second guess that yeah... ...So kudos to you lol. Enjoyable shit...stay uppity.