purezero
05-03-2003, 12:10 AM
One Word. (http://oneword.invisibleland.tv/)
Here are some of my past 1 minute poems.
PINK - May Third
Oh, so pink
You make my heart swim
The lightness
The saccharine sweet
Oh, and how sweet that is
And you leave me feeling
Sour
The tangy flavor
The scent of grapefruit and flowers on my skin
ENEMY - April Fifteenth
You are not my enemy.
I hold no grudges.
Anger only lasts for so long.
It is temporary.
Forgive
And
Forget.
Because I already have.
You are not my enemy.
I hold nothing against you.
Don't hold anything against me.
I am not your enemy.
STEP - April Eleventh
I take one step forward
And you take one towards me
Closer
And
Closer
Two steps back together
And we avoid the future
Staying in the past as time passes us
How quickly
The pushes and shoves
Step together now
LINES - March Twenty-Fourth
Behind the lines,
We're all the same.
Consisting of multiple planes.
Created by two or more points.
And we make them.
We curve them.
And nature plays with them
Creating beautiful pictures
Of sunsets and sunrises.
Man-made straight lines.
Where's the beauty?
RECORD - March Twenty-Third
I would like to record this record for you.
It is filled with songs
And words
And my voice
Just telling you
That you're a beautiful person.
And did you see the cover art?
It's a picture of you
In effort to record that beautiful moment.
And what better than to end it all
With a recording of our first hello.
ANTENNA - March Fifteenth
The antenna
Was sticking out of the bug,
The metal one.
And it beeped.
And listened
In on everything I said.
And it knew more
Secrets than anyone else.
It had a bond to me
As it followed me around.
Aiming it's antenna at anyone
At least 15 feet away from me.
Danger.
And it warned me.
And it listened some more.
YESTERDAY - March Fourth
Yesterday. All my troubles seemed so far away. Now it seems as though they're here today. Oh, I believe in yesterday.
The past that comes back to haunt me. In my dreams and in every waking hour. You can't go back. You can't change what you did. Even if it was only a day away.
VAPOR - March Third
Oh yes.
Oxygen.
Vapor.
Rub.
Very uplifting.
Opens me up.
Feeling fresh and minty.
Menthol.
Oh yes.
So cool.
I could ride all day.
Leave a trail.
Rise from the depths.
And breathe.
DUCK - February Twenty-Third
Duck call. Peking Duck. Duck and cover. Duck l'orange. Fatty meat. Flying east. Or west. Or wherever. With your mating call in Madrid. Green head. Plain brown. Yellow. Ugly duckling. Fit in.
CONTRAST - February Sixteenth
Contrast
Is
The color of black against white,
The light snow fall against the black city lights.
Barely visible and melting on my lips,
As my heart melts with it,
In contrast to the cold feeling
To my warm soul.
All I want to give you.
And you can compare.
But you can't either.
ROCKET - February Twelfth
Flying up to the sky.
My little rocket man.
Shooting through.
Breaking boundaries.
And exploding into tiny pieces.
Bright
Lights.
Sparkles.
Live forever.
In the sky.
Lucy with diamonds.
VENDETTA - February Tenth
"I've got the sickest vendetta." Croons 50 Cent. And then I'm wondering. What's that really got to do with anything. He's not dead or anything. Hyperbole perhaps. And then I got to thinking. I'm analyzing a song. What's the point. Obviously not about the vendetta.
ORANGE - February Ninth
The color.
The fruit.
The experience.
Orange.
I never really liked it.
Too bright.
Too dull.
Too strange.
I loved red.
I enjoyed yellow.
Orange was just in between.
And then I tasted its citrus flavor on my lips.
Smile.
COMPLIMENT - February Eighth
I love a good compliment.
No, actually I don't.
I don't know why.
I can't accept them.
I know that it's rude when you don't.
I can't because I don't believe that they're true.
And when I don't believe in them,
Then they shouldn't be a part of me.
Don't lie to me.
Shut your mouth.
LOVE - February Fifth
I love you
You're beautiful
And I can't even comprehend the feelings that you give me
You feed me
I thrive on them as you live off of me
And we are together as one
No boundaries
No limits
I can't put a finger on this feeling
But I know that it is there
And I love it
Like I love you
You're beautiful
BUTTERFLY - January Twenty-Eighth
The butterfly is so delicate
And vulnerable
And if you touch it
Fragile little thing
Whoosh
It will fly away with the wind as dust and speckled colors
Nothing more
Take in a breath and you can be a butterfly
Unfurl your wings and fly away to another place
BLACKNESS - January Twenty-Seventh
It is so dark in this blackness
Surrounded
I am enveloped
Consumed
It fills my soul
And I wear it on my face
On my body
Ebony everywhere
I'm blinded and cannot see the light awaken brightness
GRAPHIC - January Twenty-Third
Oh
Look at the pixelated colors
They all come together into one graphic
So graphic
What detail
How do they come together so
To make one meaning
That is more than anyone can handle
And we can't take it
TARNISH - January Twenty-Second
The brownish color
On metal
On wood
Everywhere
I wanted it off
Because it was consuming
Not good
No
What is with this stuff?
Where is the shiny gleam?
I need something better
Copper color this
Here are some of my past 1 minute poems.
PINK - May Third
Oh, so pink
You make my heart swim
The lightness
The saccharine sweet
Oh, and how sweet that is
And you leave me feeling
Sour
The tangy flavor
The scent of grapefruit and flowers on my skin
ENEMY - April Fifteenth
You are not my enemy.
I hold no grudges.
Anger only lasts for so long.
It is temporary.
Forgive
And
Forget.
Because I already have.
You are not my enemy.
I hold nothing against you.
Don't hold anything against me.
I am not your enemy.
STEP - April Eleventh
I take one step forward
And you take one towards me
Closer
And
Closer
Two steps back together
And we avoid the future
Staying in the past as time passes us
How quickly
The pushes and shoves
Step together now
LINES - March Twenty-Fourth
Behind the lines,
We're all the same.
Consisting of multiple planes.
Created by two or more points.
And we make them.
We curve them.
And nature plays with them
Creating beautiful pictures
Of sunsets and sunrises.
Man-made straight lines.
Where's the beauty?
RECORD - March Twenty-Third
I would like to record this record for you.
It is filled with songs
And words
And my voice
Just telling you
That you're a beautiful person.
And did you see the cover art?
It's a picture of you
In effort to record that beautiful moment.
And what better than to end it all
With a recording of our first hello.
ANTENNA - March Fifteenth
The antenna
Was sticking out of the bug,
The metal one.
And it beeped.
And listened
In on everything I said.
And it knew more
Secrets than anyone else.
It had a bond to me
As it followed me around.
Aiming it's antenna at anyone
At least 15 feet away from me.
Danger.
And it warned me.
And it listened some more.
YESTERDAY - March Fourth
Yesterday. All my troubles seemed so far away. Now it seems as though they're here today. Oh, I believe in yesterday.
The past that comes back to haunt me. In my dreams and in every waking hour. You can't go back. You can't change what you did. Even if it was only a day away.
VAPOR - March Third
Oh yes.
Oxygen.
Vapor.
Rub.
Very uplifting.
Opens me up.
Feeling fresh and minty.
Menthol.
Oh yes.
So cool.
I could ride all day.
Leave a trail.
Rise from the depths.
And breathe.
DUCK - February Twenty-Third
Duck call. Peking Duck. Duck and cover. Duck l'orange. Fatty meat. Flying east. Or west. Or wherever. With your mating call in Madrid. Green head. Plain brown. Yellow. Ugly duckling. Fit in.
CONTRAST - February Sixteenth
Contrast
Is
The color of black against white,
The light snow fall against the black city lights.
Barely visible and melting on my lips,
As my heart melts with it,
In contrast to the cold feeling
To my warm soul.
All I want to give you.
And you can compare.
But you can't either.
ROCKET - February Twelfth
Flying up to the sky.
My little rocket man.
Shooting through.
Breaking boundaries.
And exploding into tiny pieces.
Bright
Lights.
Sparkles.
Live forever.
In the sky.
Lucy with diamonds.
VENDETTA - February Tenth
"I've got the sickest vendetta." Croons 50 Cent. And then I'm wondering. What's that really got to do with anything. He's not dead or anything. Hyperbole perhaps. And then I got to thinking. I'm analyzing a song. What's the point. Obviously not about the vendetta.
ORANGE - February Ninth
The color.
The fruit.
The experience.
Orange.
I never really liked it.
Too bright.
Too dull.
Too strange.
I loved red.
I enjoyed yellow.
Orange was just in between.
And then I tasted its citrus flavor on my lips.
Smile.
COMPLIMENT - February Eighth
I love a good compliment.
No, actually I don't.
I don't know why.
I can't accept them.
I know that it's rude when you don't.
I can't because I don't believe that they're true.
And when I don't believe in them,
Then they shouldn't be a part of me.
Don't lie to me.
Shut your mouth.
LOVE - February Fifth
I love you
You're beautiful
And I can't even comprehend the feelings that you give me
You feed me
I thrive on them as you live off of me
And we are together as one
No boundaries
No limits
I can't put a finger on this feeling
But I know that it is there
And I love it
Like I love you
You're beautiful
BUTTERFLY - January Twenty-Eighth
The butterfly is so delicate
And vulnerable
And if you touch it
Fragile little thing
Whoosh
It will fly away with the wind as dust and speckled colors
Nothing more
Take in a breath and you can be a butterfly
Unfurl your wings and fly away to another place
BLACKNESS - January Twenty-Seventh
It is so dark in this blackness
Surrounded
I am enveloped
Consumed
It fills my soul
And I wear it on my face
On my body
Ebony everywhere
I'm blinded and cannot see the light awaken brightness
GRAPHIC - January Twenty-Third
Oh
Look at the pixelated colors
They all come together into one graphic
So graphic
What detail
How do they come together so
To make one meaning
That is more than anyone can handle
And we can't take it
TARNISH - January Twenty-Second
The brownish color
On metal
On wood
Everywhere
I wanted it off
Because it was consuming
Not good
No
What is with this stuff?
Where is the shiny gleam?
I need something better
Copper color this