I am tired
Yes, tired
Tired of woman seduced by feathers
With pink and soft blue tones
I can't be sincere
Nobody understands my metaphors
When I love someone
I do nothing but vomit my core out
I pluck my nerves with pincers
And my words flow like the snot
The rotten smell of trash cans
Is nothing compared to my filth
While you poets write with ink
I write the same with diarrhea
Bile spills out the talent
And the sour sweat prints its mark
For I am showing love
From the inner humankind
From the rotten place we belong
For I and the putridism are like Taenias and intestines
Author notes
"Putridism" is (Supposed to be) a new current of artists, either visual workers, musicians, poets or whatever, who are tired of writing about the same stuff with the same beautiful words and are more concentrated on creating beauty with filthy, rotten words, making the ugly scheme a beautiful one. I don't know if there are other poets or artists in general who can fit into this description, so I'm the only member of this movement. I guess the poem is the manifesto.
A contest entry
- Inventor of Words by Perception.
300 points, ended March 4, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ADD YOUR WORST HERE! I want something different and by different i mean YOUR WORST POEM!! This will be hilarious give me anything =) by ForeverLastingComa.
370 points, ended April 1, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow..this is..wow i dont know what to say =p..good luck =)
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I liked this one. putridism seems like a good idea and I can't see why you would enter a worst poem contest with this. =)
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hahahaha... I love that idea... I think... I'll JOIN YOU!!! whoooh... we should make a group... and... and.. a contest.. and... heheheh lets not get carried away now..
Wonderful job
I love your word hehe...
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