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#31
(22-05-2013, 01:52 PM)Weivrevo Wrote: Your poem definitely strokes a chord, Dmitri. Can I inquire into your inspiration?

Hey man,

I spent a few years working at sea awhile back and was on many different ships as I worked...there was a big mix of nationality's and a wide range of ages,with myself always being the youngest(17 when I started). some ships were very social and had a great atmosphere,others I was the youngest by 40yrs and socially,generationally and racially had nothing in common so 5 months onboard with little interaction except for working and eating tend to become quite lonely and boring even in a small space with others!!! all nice people but no links between us.

so on ships like that I'd write a shitload of poem's..quite therapeutical to get it out of my head and onto paper...although I'd prefer to call them lyrical thoughts or rhythmical observations...leave poetry for the poets!!! I've written more poems then I've read haha

I think this one was the first I wrote after I decided not to carry on at sea to become a 2nd officer!!! I was just home and managed to find myself some mushrooms from a buddy...so took a high dose in my flat,made a long playlist of my favourite psy music and had a very deep experience contemplating my decisions... in the early morning I walked over to a nearby strand where I grew up to watch the sunrise...and wrote that...

Bit of a rant there haha...I've a few others from when I was actually at sea I'll dig up later and might throw a few up!!!

Just read over yours again aswell man....Nice one!!!
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#32
(22-05-2013, 03:43 PM)Dimitri BlastoFF Wrote: Bit of a rant there haha...I've a few others from when I was actually at sea I'll dig up later and might throw a few up!!!

Is that from getting sea sick? (TAXI!!!)

Great poem from weivrevo & I really loved your explanation of how your poetry writing came about, dimitri
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#33
(22-05-2013, 04:44 PM)tralala Wrote: Is that from getting sea sick? (TAXI!!!)

Haha...I sea whatcha did there!!! Nice one Happy
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#34
-_-_-FROZEN-_-_-

The cold winter wind suddenly gives me the chills
My heart fueled warmth has depleted to nothing.
My veins sapped of all energy and life begin to
pump what feels like liquid nitrogen as my chest
drops and the shivers begin. Facial expressions
frozen in-place keep the worried friends happy..
Yes, frozen. A word to be thought of a lot now.
I am frozen from the inside in a what seems to be
eternal misery, Stuck in the ice to never break free.

I imagine theres a fair few mistakes in there. and It could be a lot better I'm sure - Un-edited piece of writing I did a while ago. :-) Hope you like it.
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#35
I'm liking all the forum poets creeping out now.....keep em coming peeps!
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#36
Nice one Psycho...nicely dark!!!
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#37
One from crossing the atlantic...stuck in a force 12(118mph winds) for 6 days...twas a pain in the hole. class at the start though,just wanted to be strapped bollox naked to the mastexcited...Novelty wore off pretty quick though!!!


A Sudden Release 04/10/06

Pounding,Crashing,Rolling,Pitching!
Tempers are flared,The crew gets to bitching.
Rising hard,Falling low,
A terrifying collision,
With something lighter than snow!!

Pitching,Rolling,Crashing,Pounding!!
The day turns to night,The winds shriek is sounding.
Side to side,Up and down...
Only madmen choose this to solid ground.

Rolling,Pounding,Pitching,Crashing!!!
Continuous unease,Constant bashing.
All objects are moving,No hope for sleep-
Our speed would be glorified,If you called it a creep.

Crashing,Pitching,Pounding,Rolling!!!!
Food doesn't help,No drink is consoling.
Our minds start to wander,Each man alone,
Mine floats to the island,The place I call home.

Slowing steady,Dark clouds start to rise,
No longer uncomfortable, Out of nowhere the sky.
Our hopes growing high......Suddenly some peace,
An end to this torment,Mother nature has ceased.

Quite an experience,Not unlike before-
As I choose this my future,I'll brace myself for more!!
Each time I get through it,The harder I strive,
THE STRONGER I GROW.....THE MORE I SURVIVE!!!!!!!!
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#38
(22-05-2013, 03:43 PM)Dimitri BlastoFF Wrote: I think this one was the first I wrote after I decided not to carry on at sea to become a 2nd officer!!! I was just home and managed to find myself some mushrooms from a buddy...so took a high dose in my flat,made a long playlist of my favourite psy music and had a very deep experience contemplating my decisions... in the early morning I walked over to a nearby strand where I grew up to watch the sunrise...and wrote that...

Ah, mushrooms! I thought I recognized the headspace. The dawning sobriety is definitely reminiscent of my own experiences.

(22-05-2013, 04:44 PM)tralala Wrote: Great poem from weivrevo & I really loved your explanation of how your poetry writing came about, dimitri

Thanks, tralala. Your turn to post a submission! Happy Also, couldn't agree with you more about Dimitri's. (Just noticed that I spelled that wrong the last time I pm'd you, Dimitri. Sorry bout that!)

(23-05-2013, 02:16 PM)psycho Wrote: -_-_-FROZEN-_-_-

The first time I read that, I read Frozen as referring to emotional isolation. This time I found it more of a description of actually physically freezing. Having grown up in South Dakota (and experienced -80 degree Fahrenheit windchill), it is conjures up images from my deep past. Thanks for posting it.

(23-05-2013, 07:07 PM)Dimitri BlastoFF Wrote: One from crossing the atlantic...stuck in a force 12(118mph winds) for 6 days...twas a pain in the hole. class at the start though,just wanted to be strapped bollox naked to the mastexcited...Novelty wore off pretty quick though!!!

blink Did I read that to state that you were strapped to the mast naked?!

Actually, this reminds me of an experience on acid my first go round at college. Walked out of the dorm for a few minutes to catch some fresh air, loved the way the wind and trees were linked.

After a bit, it started raining. I kept on willing it to rain harder, and the intensity of the downpour continued to increase. Think of the scene in Forrest Gump where Lt. Dan is up in the mast, only with joy supplanting his rebelliousness.

Finally, completely soaked, from head to toe, I'd had enough and thought, "OK, that's good." The rain immediately stopped. My friend stuck his head out the door and asked me what the heck I was doing out in the rain. I replied, "Controlling the weather." He just looked at me and said, "Yeah, you're tripping. Get inside."

Little did he know. lol
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#39
Untitled :

Sunken eyes and fractured minds. I will never sleep again.
Bohemian dreams and cocaine fiends. I will never sleep again.
This winter chill, this long black coat,
these cruel fumes keep me afloat.

This world is fragile.
Held up by chemical walls and powdered hopes.
I dream a dream of liquor dark and rocked up passion…
"Happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat-pocket; portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint-bottle; and peace of mind could be sent down by the mail.”
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#40
(24-05-2013, 01:35 AM)Weivrevo Wrote: blink Did I read that to state that you were strapped to the mast naked?!

Haha not actually lol, It was just unreal looking at the sheer power and intensity of the water and the waves from up in the wheelhouse...Id have loved to of been out there in the elements haha!!! the power of water is insane..threw our 110 metre boat around the place like a cork in a washing machine...bits of twisted metal and cracked pipes all over!!! it was mad shitHoot

Playing with the weather while tripping is great fun Weivrevo...I like to blow the clouds into shapes aswell and tell the wind to change directions haha


Nice words Zlex thumbup

Reminds me of my annual retreat into hermitage for the winter!!!
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