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Poetry Ogre by Mavros-Thanatos Poetry Ogre by Mavros-Thanatos
I went to my local coffee shop last night to find out that there was a poetry slam going on. Now, I've never been a big fan of poetry.
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randomfreakygothgirl Jan 22, 2014  Professional General Artist
I prefer writing it than hearing it XD
Mister rough-and-tough ogre doesn't have time for poetry lol
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Mavros-Thanatos Jan 22, 2014  Professional Filmographer
He's a representation of my frustration with being unable to understand it
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randomfreakygothgirl Jan 22, 2014  Professional General Artist
Can't say I know how that goes. o-o'
Still great work though ^u^
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Susi-THzombie Nov 25, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Haha, this is how I feel sometimes when discussing poetry in class. Why does it have to be so difficult? D: Anyway, nice design! I love the scales.
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Mavros-Thanatos Nov 25, 2013  Professional Filmographer
I tend to be way too logical/literal minded so I don't really understand metaphors. Poetry just feels pretentious to me like people are trying to show how "deep" they are instead of just saying it straight and to the point.
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Susi-THzombie Nov 25, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
That's true with a lot of poems. I like prose better. I can appreciate the stylistic methods that make a poem (or prose) nicer to listen to or to read, but I hate all the metaphors and similes and allegories and ugh D: I understand what you mean, I guess. Haha.
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Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.  


Edgar Allan Poe
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Mavros-Thanatos Oct 21, 2013  Professional Filmographer
I didn't understand a word of it. That's why I'm not into poetry. I'm too logical/literal minded. Metaphor is often lost on me.
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"Animals" by Cocorosie

Now that I'm alone I feel the lonely brokenness
Of all the wicked avenues I've ever sold my love on.
All these moments of meekness and trembling subsided
in the outright abandon of this orphan child.
Home is on the highway living on soft bread and solace
I guess I'm waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse.
And to wake up half empty,
Only to be filled again with mourning.

He's my evil shadow dove,
My black Palamito.
Can't break him like a diamond skull
I can't seem to do so.
Can't just rub him out like the
Mob used to do so.
Like memories of porno & teastains & tobacco O'h
it's a mini disastro
Bigger than the ice age
Don't know if baby dinosaurs
Maybe could live through it,
or Indians and butterflies;
What's crushed is my spirit.
Oh I fear it is too fragile
Like fall-leaves burn like paper.

I always knew,
I would spend a lot of time alone.
No one would understand me.
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals?
Spend all my time,
amongst the animals.
And on the tracks
I would go
they lead to the sea
to be amongst the animals.

Oh, I'm just a fall-leaf something simple and shy like that.
That's how my heart lies down beside the sidewalk.
Like an empty restaurant filled with perfume and balloons,
I sit and entertain the bizarre ghosts of my soul. Lord..
His name still lingers, maybe lactates on my tongue.
Perhaps I'm just teething for a foreign fallen destiny;
Miserable but mine.
I look like his mother or Sophia Loren in an
old fashioned movie,
Slow motion I cling to my child,
Desperate for love.
One day soon my brother died, made me remember all the
subordinate feelings I cast aside, and
maybe I had lied when I said I was ok.
Just getting along like a little song that stops to sing and say,
"Wild willow, windy winter
won't you blow through me?
My whole eternity."

I always knew,
I would spend a lot of time alone.
No one would understand me.
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals?
Spend all my time,
amongst the animals.
And on the tracks
I would go
they lead to the sea
to be amongst the animals.
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Mavros-Thanatos Nov 10, 2013  Professional Filmographer
TLDR :P
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