trees got me down black is the deepest and darkest color it reflects the pain beneath my soul what is my soul? those who have to ask don't know man. a fool for a client is my best friend's lover a pierced scrotum aint no scrote at all i wore a cape to high school muthafuckah didn't need no thirty round clips i had my muthafuckin 'tude dude but when i saw veronica's eyes dive in between the battleship of lockers i softened like butter. i'm talkin butter on the counter baby... not no refrigerated shit. oysters on the half shell all the cliches within her... were strangled. stifled in an encumbered chunk of viscous buttery goo encyclepedic knowledge was her forte` her soul: darth vader an insidious mixture of life... and gloom dark roots reaching towards her grave cumbersome breath.. her chest heaves anon - fertilized by rotting flesh the leaves turn brown they fall Please, if you're not laughing, you should be (well, I did). This was something that three people wrote, everyone getting a turn. (yes I was one of them). I'm not sure which was me now.. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
One good buzz Crack is like god god is my holly ate fitty 12 cylinders of burnin love I'm not talkin nitris oxide what is nitris oxide it's my mechanistic synonym for crack which is, if you recall - quite spiritual i once read a pamphlet on democracy they try to tell me how to be man mutherfuckers don't know nuthin bout god my shoes have walked miles - but not along YOUR trail my girlfriend knows the path to the righteous I see it clearly when she be frontin her tightses bob dole ain got no holly needs a muthafuckin pill to get that jolly i love the way my tires squeel when I peel away down main street is gasoline organic cuz if it was - there wouldn't be no hunger i'm sick and tired of watchin the man in drag muthafucka aint got no style my cooler - it don't keep my soda cool - and my uncle's a faggot crack kills crack kills Oh man, that one still makes me laugh.
I did it again, today I did, I wrote a nice poem, and I sent it I did, it bounced off the net, and wound up in space, there was a nice lady, that stood in its place, she beckoned and called, I smiled and I waved, I know I must know her, her name is not dave..lol.. Yeah, ok..
teardrop A teardrop falls and splashes against the pavement. Gently in the breeze a leaf is dancing. Whisked away on the whims of the innocent brought back down to earth on a blanket of sadness as truth reveals itself. Passages of time slip through the fingers of the careless. Mothers weeping, children starving, no one left to see. A bitter harvest of empty promises and broken dreams. Shattered forever, evil dancing on our remains. ©2001
Evil Love I would rather die than be at your bekon call Can't stand being forced up against the wall Your daggers of hate cut way too deep for me Living with you is living with never-ending misery My biggest mistake was playing your wicked games Couldn't see the truth through all your false claims I'm much wiser now, your true colors have shown In our ship of false love you are now sailing alone ©1994
another one.. little small spirit.. One day a lady, shall reach out and touch. this little small spirit, that can offer her much.... patiently waiting, for that lady to find, the comfy small spirit,, in the dark of her mind.. I wait in the darkness, I wait with my chill, this little small spirit,, I wait for her still.... she still cannot see me,, though I hide with my spark, that little small spirit,, the one in her dark.... patiently waiting,, been waiting for a time, that this little small spirit,, can lite up her mind...... to join hands with forever,, and keep away the dark, and go to that wonderful place,, that always has sparks... she still cannot see me,, I wait for her to show,, this little small spirit,, the one she should know..... ~Countryslim~
i love all these poems, you guys are so talented! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
The first two stanzas of a three stanza song I plan to use in a story, sooner or later (the third has yet to be written)-- The water flutters Even as the sun dies Our wooden ship stutters Under what infinite skies The winds fly and push; the Sea is ahead! To-night we soar, to-night we dread! A White frown rise Its face doth gleam Our hearts we feel aggrandize Our toils melt into dream Brown tendrils strain, maudlin water cries! Our Sails expand, our vessel flies! And my attempt at love, as yet also unfinished-- (edit: okay, now it's finished) In Our Dreams I awake from lonely dreams Reality and fantasy, now togethered by seams Pull me from the earth; lift me to your face Let us narrow what betweens little space Can breath not wait while kisses smite? As the moon sets early in winter night? This frigid night with warmth we stave We smite until effulgent day Neither sleepy, neither tired Once taciturn minds ablaze with fire. The sun now rises, our separate lives spurn In reality we depart but in dreams we return
longing Watching from a distance Longing for another existence Watching as time slips by Longing for paradise Feelings as if all was in vain The tears they fall like pouring rain True love has left never to be found Losing everything sadness abounds Can't run can't hide Adrift forever against the tide The abyss of despair Losing faith feeling scared Watching from a distance Longing for another existence Watching as time slips by Longing for paradise ©2001
The Battle Facination with things that are not real. A battle fought in an imaginary field. Masterminds of illusions, mascarade of the surreal. Its all a game that must be played out. Wielding steel tipped words that mask the fear and the doubt. Blood flows freely in a river overflowing with lying and deciet. The sun burns hot, the dragon's fire has been unleashed. ©2001
and, EvilPoet, i love your stuff. *steals evil's pen and paper and mind* being sufficiently inspired by you guys, i think i will write some poetry this afternoon. it's a good day for it. i just wish i had a fireplace to curl up in front of. darn it.
Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! ooooh, i would love for you to do that. however, make sure it's not x-rated. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! btw...i did not know you were a writer. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! oh, wait...you didn't mean, "build" me a poem. you meant..a fire. ok. well, i can handle that, too.
poem of love for pumpkin I imagine you looking into my eyes 2nite and I get the feeling you feel the same way too Im asking you why cant we b 2gether if we were destined to meet? How can I live without you? I ask myself..You & I both know we were fated to be....... You keep me wondering and thats 1 more intriguing thing about you that makes me love you more....that, and the fact that you dont treat me like a whore
*cough* what can i say? that is beautiful AND brilliant. i can't, however tell if you are being serious or not...Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! brilliantly beautiful. did you write that just now? i love your creativity, and, your usage of numerals to represent certain words. ha ha....now, i will leave you wondering if i am being serious or i am merely jesting.Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
*steals evil's pen and paper and mind* I don't think so! *whacks pumpkins over the head with a wetnoodle and takes back the stuff she tried to jack* Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! We now return you to the original topic ...
Happy hippy poetry Happy hippy poetry, the kinda new agers write. All about auras, crystals, and outer body flight. Taking control, vitamins, rebirth, and killing ego. Gurus talking, chanters chanting, and ufo's. Enlightenment in a box. Healthy recipies for tofu. For $29.95 you too can have your spirit renewed. Acensions, dimentions, altered realities. Incense, candles, and synchronicities. Crystals broken, auras fizzled out. Looking for answers to clear the doubt. Self help, meditations, and soul cleansing. Tantra, yin yang, and messages pending. Be all you can be, change all that you can. For $69.95 you can have an easy to follow plan. ©2000
I wrote something basically pornographic once, but I think it has value... should I post it? it's really really really gross....
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