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I looked everywhere for a thread like this on the forum, and couldn't find one. Because of this, part of me is thinking that this thread violates forum rules somehow (though I don't know why it would if no one is advertising/selling), or that the thread for this is tucked away somewhere that I'm failing at finding.

Assuming neither of those are true, post your creations! I'm a musician, photographer, and writer, so sharing art is extremely important and exciting to me.

So please reply with photos, links to your music, etc... and let me know if there's some issue with having a thread like this (though a sub-forum may be preferable).
 
I'll post this one because it refers to Napoleon so it will make @Pin happy and encourage him to share some of his own poetry.

Unconscious tale XIV

I was a logician once
again, I realised,
after I blew a man’s face
to shreds, and studied my remorse.
« It was a crisp, bright day in Autumn.
The flakes dispersed into the morning air
like origamis and paper planes, with smiles
and question marks scribbled on them.
They were confused with kites by Corsican stray dogs –
one maroon-hued, I think, and one Dalmatian –
paddling away in the post-summer sea,
splashing the ghost of Bonaparte in ochre sand. »
 
Here's one. Enjoy the fluffy, obscure poetry :D

Dream Scatter

I dream today of your love but life bid me flight
To the hills and mountains of worlds anew
And endless fields of dreams and meadows
Warmth rides the sunflower sky
Beneath the summer sun

Wry my love, dew my sorrow breaks
Rise above the shakes of mellow skin
My shade breaks, my shadow wakes
The light features the stars in my eyes
The doting I do, as the clouds hide my light
Methinks I should pepper my thoughts with sweet scents
I need your love, but it's making me blind to my own sight
Innocence, my dream scatters

(reposted from blog)
 
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(For this particular haiku I aimed at something unconventional, mysterious and full of contrasts. Probably failed, but here it is.)

April March

The snow’s always too warm and too black
for the April March to be run.

30.09.16
 
A research stay in Charlottesville, Virginia in 2010 once inspired me to write a poem about woodpeckers.

Woodpecker poem

I feel a strong respect for woodpeckers,
These little reddening black birds
Headstrong like straight lines,
Eating sarcasm
And shitting a purée of wood
Without philosophical qualms.
Ah, those precious woodpeckers!
They really are
Charismathematic.

23.02.10
 
(For this particular haiku I aimed at something unconventional, mysterious and full of contrasts. Probably failed, but here it is.)

April March

The snow’s always too warm and too black
for the April March to be run.

30.09.16

Hmm. Lol
 
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i always liked this one song i wrote so i did an electronic remix for the sake of fun, tho my singing in the original take for it was kind of lame, i was goin through some depressive shit / emotional struggle or smth and i didn't really did more than 1 or 2 takes, now i look at it and get like wtf.

https://clyp.it/eeem2fv5

sorta translated lyrics:

"there's a strange feeling
of falling each time a little more
there's a wall giving me back
every word i throw at it
there's a voice repeating to me
do not dare to defy me
there's a sign that betrays it
and turns against me

there's a world to discover
i do not need to leave
i have it here inside me

there's a an infinite decision
competing against doubt
thousand of things to do
little time to get away
thousand of clues against it
and dead cats under my pillow
i'm fixing the objective
no more time for anything else"