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Chocomilk
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My poem about bloody urine 2011-08-20 18:41:38 Reply

As I trudge down the long dark hall,
Deep in lust of song, marked on the wall
For her last words sit, useless as she falls
Her death shakes me, but she marks my gall

My urine oddly discolored and red,
with a hint of brown and bloody tear shed.
The last love we had made left me in pieces.
Left me with a round of STD in my feces.

As I cry, my waste burning like amber
I become confused, churning the hammer.
My insides bubble, my bottom waste sticks
No flushing, it's clogged, only the sound of clicks.

I move the flusher, but I hear not a sound.
Devastated, I flush her, deep underground.
What has my love done to me so great?
She made me pee blood, and then she escaped.

I KNOW THIS POEM MAKES NO SENSE AT FUCKING ALL.

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Response to My poem about bloody urine 2011-08-21 02:56:19 Reply

At 8/20/11 06:41 PM, Chocomilk wrote: As I trudge down the long dark hall,
Deep in lust of song, marked on the wall
For her last words sit, useless as she falls
Her death shakes me, but she marks my gall

My urine oddly discolored and red,
with a hint of brown and bloody tear shed.
The last love we had made left me in pieces.
Left me with a round of STD in my feces.

As I cry, my waste burning like amber
I become confused, churning the hammer.
My insides bubble, my bottom waste sticks
No flushing, it's clogged, only the sound of clicks.

I move the flusher, but I hear not a sound.
Devastated, I flush her, deep underground.
What has my love done to me so great?
She made me pee blood, and then she escaped.

I KNOW THIS POEM MAKES NO SENSE AT FUCKING ALL.

But little did I know of sense because I had none
All I wanted to do was have a little fun
My gall has escaped after burning me bad
And Right fucking now I'm very very mad
I'm going down the drain on some vendetta shit
There's literally shit and a drain, fcuk it
That b*tch is gonna pay with all her fucking brain
I have a knife the size of my hand, made to cause pain!

nice...

I like beginnings.

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Response to My poem about bloody urine 2011-08-21 04:50:39 Reply

At 8/21/11 02:56 AM, Xxf3nxX wrote:
At 8/20/11 06:41 PM, Chocomilk wrote: As I trudge down the long dark hall,
Deep in lust of song, marked on the wall
For her last words sit, useless as she falls
Her death shakes me, but she marks my gall

My urine oddly discolored and red,
with a hint of brown and bloody tear shed.
The last love we had made left me in pieces.
Left me with a round of STD in my feces.

As I cry, my waste burning like amber
I become confused, churning the hammer.
My insides bubble, my bottom waste sticks
No flushing, it's clogged, only the sound of clicks.

I move the flusher, but I hear not a sound.
Devastated, I flush her, deep underground.
What has my love done to me so great?
She made me pee blood, and then she escaped.

I KNOW THIS POEM MAKES NO SENSE AT FUCKING ALL.
But little did I know of sense because I had none
All I wanted to do was have a little fun
My gall has escaped after burning me bad
And Right fucking now I'm very very mad
I'm going down the drain on some vendetta shit
There's literally shit and a drain, fcuk it
That b*tch is gonna pay with all her fucking brain
I have a knife the size of my hand, made to cause pain!

nice...

Insert innocent words here,
that didn't come out of my rear;
Laughing at this nonsense,
holding my stomache tense.

Choosing to go against the norm,
being who I was when I was born;
Playing with play on words like a champ,
Flying ideas off of my mind's ramp.

Sticking to what I do best,
now putting this to a rest;
Silently it will die away,
returning to the OP's mindless bay.