[Percipere'Chan]

Be it Angstful (yeah, it's mmm'new word DAMNIT), grotesquely depressional, morbidly hateful, or emotionally incoherent, it's time to get poetic on someone's ass.

I'd like to propose a thread for all the strange mental currencies fellow nubblites out there have to share. Post your poetic ramblings here. And tho, reading the well refined or blathering emotionally charged locutions from your fellow nubblites would in itself be worth throwing away a few combined hours worth of potential home or occupational work, I propose a slight spin on our upcoming feast of words. Let it be that each nubblite submitting a piece shall be required to write a brief review of the immediately previous submission. For all those, wandering in to partake, may it be that they leave with fruitful review by which to refine their art.

All are welcome... ...Ah. Yeah, I suppose even you Hoe. I have seen that on random occasion you too have taken to a poetic rambling or two. You should post as well. I won't even write well based slander upon your poetic aspirations... well... no more poking fun that I would at anyone else anyway (all in good jest).

So without further introduction, I shall bestow upon you fine mortals a tale with longing about a common subject... The suck-azitional nature of life in Warsaw.

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Nights of Warsaw and Alcohol

No, I will not go to the bars with you,
I will not even start the car in that direction with you.
I find you boring and incredibly dull.
(But for some reason I have not been able to resist your pull…?)
Why do you not leave me be?
There are plenty of stories that lend adventure to my life,
Advice from you mouth? Only leave me in strife.
I listened to you once, I heard all your lies,
Was talked at and spoke at, heard all your social ties.
I grow angry at your pointless speeding pursuit of chasing tails and letter bomb mails.
There is so much more available for discussion, why not try something involving real passion?
Why is this so beyond your vision?
Why do you hate so much?
Why not calm your mission?

So in this pseudo-sanctuary of family and home I rot down with my inkless pen all that I believe need be known.
In play time, I’d tweak with a paradigm, rather than suffer a ball or a toy.
Where did the dreamers go?
Has anyone found my peace and serenity, once called hope?

My heart cries out for a genuine pain, a tangible rebellion with aid and friends.
But, I’m sick of the fight.
And violence galore, and harshness and lewdness, tantrums beating the floor.

So what choice does this leave me? A confusional mess.
Hot Dog! Opportunities, looking right, looking left.
But is intuition the savior, the rescuer, the godsend?
Is focusing on this my long needed aid-mend?

So where do I start? And what courage to accumulate?
What faith in myself?
What direction to heal?
“it’s all an illusion so focus on what’s real…”
And what is real but, love, fun and adventure?
GOD DAMN, maybe it’d be easier if I already had tenure.

And I showed all my courage, my faith and my might,
To overcome a social pressured dilemma that paralyzed me with fright.
I looked up through the sky for aid in my quest,
I put my heart to an answer and got what was best.
A talk with the old soul, the man who knows faith,
And in us I put mine to feel a way out of this place.
And out we came, not I but, us both.
Me, one step closer to finding my betrothed.
Yet, the forceful one, I have seen he has bounds.
And if I lack in awareness of this thing styled ‘contention’,
I win and they win like a divine intervention.
And I love them all, and the story continues with good ending,
And my heart, yeas our hearts, have done a fair bit of mending.

And Fun, Love, and Adventure… Manifest…