Yes's unsophisticated writing.

[Yes.]

Je marche avec mes écouteurs dans les oreilles.
Au son d'une mélodie attirante et vielle.
Zone froide qui est parcourue.
Zest neige sur moi, pas bourru.

[Yes.]

Ô que c'est mignon.
Mais qu'est ce qui ce passe?
Un homme qui parle devant une classe?
J'étais parti dans un autre atlas.
Mais elle reste toujours là, la voix basse.
Alors rêveille toi, avant qu'il te chasse.

[BradK]

Very peaceful

[Yes.]

Haha thanks!

[Yes.]

Written on a sunday morning (3AM).

Few fools are now aware that life is here.
We are sitting in front of a computer.
And look, a few of them are in outer space.
Realising a missing piece in all this bullshit.
Everything can happen. What is that?
Aren’t you suppose to miss something?
An arm, or a leg, psychological lecture.
Ancient ancestors, we’re they happy?
Because, what is going on? What are we doing?
It feels like we should do it, the whole world is doing it.
It's coming down to the same question.
A more complex view or approach to it.
What’s the purpose?
Life is beautiful and the ones running it aren’t.
Colorless suppositions and sadness.

I never was fascinated at how ‘’small'' we are.

[Vlad the Conqueror]

Aren’t you suppose to miss something?

that's a good line right there

[Yes.]

thanks vlad :D

[K33M96]

Written on a sunday morning (3AM).

Few fools are now aware that life is here.
We are sitting in front of a computer.
And look, a few of them are in outer space.
Realising a missing piece in all this bullshit.
Everything can happen. What is that?
Aren’t you suppose to miss something?
An arm, or a leg, psychological lecture.
Ancient ancestors, we’re they happy?
Because, what is going on? What are we doing?
It feels like we should do it, the whole world is doing it.
It's coming down to the same question.
A more complex view or approach to it.
What’s the purpose?
Life is beautiful and the ones running it aren’t.
Colorless suppositions and sadness.

I never was fascinated at how ‘’small'' we are.

This is fuckin beautiful, honestly, good shit

[Yes.]

thanks man!

[Yes.]

a deserted field with strange plants and rolling bugs.
''Where am I?'' asked the roadie.
the things were at the right place though.
the closing sun played the sound of a mean saxophone.
he obviously wasn't back down to earth yet.
but able to ask.
who gave him these bloaters?
and where did he leave the amplifiers at?
the stage was right there. go for it.
and he did, and the band was playing, and there was no journey.
only destination.
The roadie had a shitty day.

[Lisztomania]

<3

[Vlad the Conqueror]

You have given out too much Reputation in the last 24 hours, try again later.

[Yes.]

stoaked to have 29/30 on my poems (for which I haven't posted completely on here) for my french class.

And here's soliloquy about something with no virgules.

What is up with this goddamned bus?
In the morning, every morning.
(The windows are covered with ice and they cover the outside world for me to look at no don't look at me i'm just trying to melt the ice with my hand give me your card and let me scratch the ice off never mind it's making a lot of noise and they're looking at me/getting annoyed ok put the headphones on and adjust the volume and pick an album and change the volume and keep changing it until you realize that you're tired and it really doesn't matter. oh, and the headphones, they're (obviously) inside the coat: or else it's too messy and doesn't look good? is that it/why?)

[K33M96]

i really loved your previous writing, and this was no different

[Yes.]

thx guys <3

[Yes.]

Excuse me sire, this is waterproof.
The waves of paint are still there,
And they are of a dark blue color.
The night’s endless exposition.
Of explosion of stars and planets.
Encor, l’azur éclate sous mes yeux.

The parallelogram jewels of sound are turquoise and they sweep my brain.

[Yes.]

Abeo de congegration

And our journey begins!
Yukon ho!
The vivacious sun ahead of me.
Leading a path for me to conquer.
A dominion on this and that.
And sometimes a hit and miss.
Can lead to the unsuspected
Second chance of accomplishment.
Selah.



made a blawg (in signature) with my poetry and art and other stuff

[Yes.]

Laisse-nous courir les sentiers privés.
On va s’aventurer, on va vivre.
Courant contre le soleil.
Dans les bois, sur la mousse.
Arrêtons-nous un instant
Et décidons-nous de revenir
Comme avant, ou continuer.

[Vlad the Conqueror]

hey, yes.

long time no see

[Yes.]

I gave attention to thoughts
And I thought I was intelligent
Now, it's just a big farce and quite a mystery
But I can see farther than I've asked for
Thank you and goodnight

[Yes.]

god, damn
my unconscious,
it's stopping me
from my
moments
of clarity

[Yes.]

late night city
drive.
Charlotte came home
so high.
She saw her name everywhere.
and started to panic.
She got scared.
I didn't write this?
When did I write this?
How are you feeling?
I am feeling disgusted.
and I'll share it with your name.
Why? What did I do?
You took drugs.

[Yes.]

crisse de cave. esti je vais le tuer.
who am i.
yes, you know who i am.
my uncle, basement.
funny you are.
you aren't too serious and philosophical.
you would be great.
for her.
i am the lights, i am the ceiling.
petite fesse de bébé.
fuck that, you wouldn't understand
fuck that, neither would i
the strangest thing is relationships and friendships
i am the mirror of your personality
and i am drunk.

[Yes.]

in my life
i've never heard, or seen her mother
yet i could hear her clearly
through her voice
the accent, the enthusiasm
sixteen or seventeen years old
she had many pictures of herself
they were leaked
one or two years ago
now labeled as a slut
now befriended the gym coach on facebook
maybe a happy ending for the both of them
in a world that doesn't exist

[boodige]

^Is that based of off something that happened?