SunSpace: Poetic Collection

[Jamie harris]

I will let the legend know of your request; butcher is Isaac Clarke's alt.

Stupid Isaac Clarke you mean?. The biggest knob out there? Oh that's a shame.

[TheLennox]

Stupid Isaac Clarke you mean?. The biggest knob out there? Oh that's a shame.

It's just like Mcdowel, who I suspect is a Mclovin alt. They have no shame.

[Butt stuff]

I've only seen the last two posts, but I'm assuming this thread reads like a monologue of a schizophrenic.

[TheLennox]

I've only seen the last two posts, but I'm assuming this thread reads like a monologue of a schizophrenic.

Respect the legend, ////.

[TheLennox]

Serious question, how many alts do you really have at the moment?

Have you ever stopped to think that perhaps the legend has allies?

[Elroy The Great]

> scrubbys drivel.

[TheLennox]

> scrubbys drivel.

I'm the best! Find iamachamp or whatever his name is...

Bring Rumi up again! Bring Rumi up AGAIN!!!!

lol

[B0nez]

XXXTentacion

We tend to go, us real ones, the souls.
One way or another, they have us all.
We're either drunk or bleeding on a floor,
Both unexpected drowsiness, lessons
No one ever learns.
For we're unwanted, can't have its,
Phantoms with no operas, no standing
Ovations, patience, makers, vacations,
Just alterations, adulterations,
Negligence and everything else
That makes of a person a demon
In a world of reluctant heathens.

Truth's Reveal

There's a truth if we so choose to reveal, but we're spending,
Building walls, building fences, building buildings, big mansions,
Plenty distraction for each sense, but our senses of sense are
Moments away from attention.
Calling you, seeing who, how you feel,
Say you're feeling blessed up, even though
There's no God nor heaven nor hell, you're
Still a mom with no child, sore, collecting
Pets like Pokemon, tourist in each nation's shores
Once a year, your world tour.
If we came through, would it ever have been real?
Or would message after message lack understanding, comprehension?
Slowly drifting apart, partisans, seeking victory at the expense
Of even our own countries, just hoping we
Don't join billions suffering?

It Shall Be Longer

She held him close,
No words were spoken.
Such loss of hope
In a second to hold him.
Hellos are farewells
Once and over
Again, we are awoken
By the same place
Of slumber.
One day, longer.

Baby-Talk

Whoa, that's over.
Tried again and failed.
Guess the job was never ideal
For my talents, my will,
And so it is the wills of others
That now determines my fall.
And I'm aware of it all,
Every dawn and nightfall,
In how the years stroll about,
Leaving me not much but worry, doubt.
Doors that close, never to open, no way out.
Nothing and nothing but more pain of loss
Of what I have left.

Failure of failures, what's next?
Can't even connect to an audience,
Too abstract, too conscious, too imaginative
A subconscious
Loser.
Poetic genius of idiocy
Just like everything around us-
Smokescreens.

And that's why I'm baby-talking to you,
Trying to phrase it to an approximate level,
So that my inability to fit in or stand out nulls
Itself, and I can reach a hand, bow, and whisper,
My mouth mumbling this insane rhythm
That no one should listen to.

But I'm smitten!
Glistening in its fiction, it's moronic, faux wisdom-
How the high and mighty voice misses every detail!
It fixes me for a second, and I feel like I'm winning.
I feel like I matter a bit, like if I could make it,
Like if there's a reason for my making,
Like if we're not apes on Earth untamed,
Like if the energy that created us isn't evil,
Not God, not named, just a frame of something
Harry Potter-ish- fine- evil in its being,
For none of this should be.

Oh, wait, am I losing you? Hold up, let me slow it down.
Don't go just yet! I'm just saying that none of this,
None of us
Should exist.
Science or no science.
Whatever this is, is evil.
No conscience to it, plain evil
Scientists said it looks for energy
And wants more, at whatever expense,
Even in the smallest of spaces,
In the smallest of nothings.
We're its atoms, so it actually does have a conscience (correction)
We're the Gods we dreamt.

In the expanse, we go,
In relative milliseconds, flow
Into the next expansion.

For no reason.
For no meaning.
No, not even in women;
They're just pretty men.
Lol, you get what I mean.
And, even if you don't,
One day I will be free
And these will be letters
No one ever reads.

Already is.

War

Before the war, our people got together
Decided to choose split universes,
Venturing off into unknowns:
Sources, Space forces, recordings
Of their own future visions.
And so we killed each other,
First in speeches,
Then in meaning;
Actions that caged humanity
Beyond redemption.
Our energy expanded,
Consuming worthless planets,
Until we saw God.

For a Time

For a time, she held his hand, and knew they were the same.
It was sudden, as a change of pulse is, those grips tightened:
First, in all the softness found in love's adventure of new terrain.
Then, in the lushness of wet grasses under a sun's escapade.
Passing time, while holding hands, there she noticed a difference:
Something fierce would pierce through, making his feel rigid.
They pondered every obstacle, every rock, that came between them,
Each particle turned to doubt, their walks a scientific procedure.
It was then, as she held hands, she knew they were not the same,
Not equals in any way, separated as human beings,
For in that time, and through it, she saw what he became:
Hardened by experiences, a heart solid full of pain.

[Zaroku]

Can someone just unblock Sunspace already? Every time Sunspace posts from the Lennox I associate him with lennox Lewis, and the two couldn't be further apart.

I associate you with phaggotry...

TBear... can I slap him up....?

He is a lil hoe, in need of an opportunity to prove himself..

Big Jim... jizim... —— never mind....

[Zaroku]

XXXTentacion

We tend to go, us real ones, the souls.
One way or another, they have us all.
We're either drunk or bleeding on a floor,
Both unexpected drowsiness, lessons
No one ever learns.
For we're unwanted, can't have its,
Phantoms with no operas, no standing
Ovations, patience, makers, vacations,
Just alterations, adulterations,
Negligence and everything else
That makes of a person a demon
In a world of reluctant heathens.

Truth's Reveal

There's a truth if we so choose to reveal, but we're spending,
Building walls, building fences, building buildings, big mansions,
Plenty distraction for each sense, but our senses of sense are
Moments away from attention.
Calling you, seeing who, how you feel,
Say you're feeling blessed up, even though
There's no God nor heaven nor hell, you're
Still a mom with no child, sore, collecting
Pets like Pokemon, tourist in each nation's shores
Once a year, your world tour.
If we came through, would it ever have been real?
Or would message after message lack understanding, comprehension?
Slowly drifting apart, partisans, seeking victory at the expense
Of even our own countries, just hoping we
Don't join billions suffering?

It Shall Be Longer

She held him close,
No words were spoken.
Such loss of hope
In a second to hold him.
Hellos are farewells
Once and over
Again, we are awoken
By the same place
Of slumber.
One day, longer.

Baby-Talk

Whoa, that's over.
Tried again and failed.
Guess the job was never ideal
For my talents, my will,
And so it is the wills of others
That now determines my fall.
And I'm aware of it all,
Every dawn and nightfall,
In how the years stroll about,
Leaving me not much but worry, doubt.
Doors that close, never to open, no way out.
Nothing and nothing but more pain of loss
Of what I have left.

Failure of failures, what's next?
Can't even connect to an audience,
Too abstract, too conscious, too imaginative
A subconscious
Loser.
Poetic genius of idiocy
Just like everything around us-
Smokescreens.

And that's why I'm baby-talking to you,
Trying to phrase it to an approximate level,
So that my inability to fit in or stand out nulls
Itself, and I can reach a hand, bow, and whisper,
My mouth mumbling this insane rhythm
That no one should listen to.

But I'm smitten!
Glistening in its fiction, it's moronic, faux wisdom-
How the high and mighty voice misses every detail!
It fixes me for a second, and I feel like I'm winning.
I feel like I matter a bit, like if I could make it,
Like if there's a reason for my making,
Like if we're not apes on Earth untamed,
Like if the energy that created us isn't evil,
Not God, not named, just a frame of something
Harry Potter-ish- fine- evil in its being,
For none of this should be.

Oh, wait, am I losing you? Hold up, let me slow it down.
Don't go just yet! I'm just saying that none of this,
None of us
Should exist.
Science or no science.
Whatever this is, is evil.
No conscience to it, plain evil
Scientists said it looks for energy
And wants more, at whatever expense,
Even in the smallest of spaces,
In the smallest of nothings.
We're its atoms, so it actually does have a conscience (correction)
We're the Gods we dreamt.

In the expanse, we go,
In relative milliseconds, flow
Into the next expansion.

For no reason.
For no meaning.
No, not even in women;
They're just pretty men.
Lol, you get what I mean.
And, even if you don't,
One day I will be free
And these will be letters
No one ever reads.

Already is.

War

Before the war, our people got together
Decided to choose split universes,
Venturing off into unknowns:
Sources, Space forces, recordings
Of their own future visions.
And so we killed each other,
First in speeches,
Then in meaning;
Actions that caged humanity
Beyond redemption.
Our energy expanded,
Consuming worthless planets,
Until we saw God.

For a Time

For a time, she held his hand, and knew they were the same.
It was sudden, as a change of pulse is, those grips tightened:
First, in all the softness found in love's adventure of new terrain.
Then, in the lushness of wet grasses under a sun's escapade.
Passing time, while holding hands, there she noticed a difference:
Something fierce would pierce through, making his feel rigid.
They pondered every obstacle, every rock, that came between them,
Each particle turned to doubt, their walks a scientific procedure.
It was then, as she held hands, she knew they were not the same,
Not equals in any way, separated as human beings,
For in that time, and through it, she saw what he became:
Hardened by experiences, a heart solid full of pain.

Look lil boy... f xxxtension... you are a poet... I read your email to my wife... you gots the skills... siablo14 I mata p.. Give you respect...