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No, it was an excellent poem. I particularly love religious poems, even though I have no religion anymore. But even when though I don't read the Bible (Being gay and having the thing shoved up my face by "Fawell fok" has made me sort of resentful) I still love 1 Corinthians 13. It is so beautiful.

BTW, Can't email you. Is there a way to get your name, or would you like me credit you with your pseudonym?

At 6/7/04 03:23 AM, spanishfli wrote:

Pure Fire

No, it was an excellent poem. I particularly love religious poems, even though I have no religion anymore. But even when though I don't read the Bible (Being gay and having the thing shoved up my face by "Fawell fok" has made me sort of resentful) I still love 1 Corinthians 13. It is so beautiful.

Yes I agree about the chapter. And some Christians (particularly the most vocal) can give most others a bad name. So I hope you don't lump us all together. ;)

BTW, Can't email you. Is there a way to get your name, or would you like me credit you with your pseudonym?

I understand now. Hinotori is fine. As a testament to my geekiness, as many people probably know me under that name than my real one.

At 6/7/04 03:23 AM, thuriz_k wrote: Roses are red
Violets are blue
Most poems rhyme
but this one doesn't.

LOLOLOL!1!

Does anyone have a tissue?

POEMS are coll man hihi

-pitch

The flicker of blue viels.

Various things chip together,
Mould and melt into one hole,
A hole filled whole,
To the brim with death and flesh.

The stench of sleeping souls,
Travels back and forth, the black cloud follows,
Humming, a monotonous bullet,
Bullets in their millions.

Staining the senses, the stink is audible,
Availiable to the ears, and the eyes,
Flooding them with water,
Bleeding them dry.

Forcing the cry,
The bags of meat and bone piled,
Lay motionless, expectedly,
Expectedly? Expecting a jerk,
A moan, a cry for help.

The flicker of blue viels.

The flicker of blue viels.

Whoa... that was really strong... I'm thinking of phantasmagoria right now...

Care to explain the inspiration, or anything?

At 6/7/04 04:02 AM, spanishfli wrote:

The flicker of blue viels.

Whoa... that was really strong... I'm thinking of phantasmagoria right now...

Care to explain the inspiration, or anything?

You know, I can't remember. I wrote it a good while back, few years. I'll have a think about that one.
Click here if you wanna read anymore, beware, they're old and teenagey. Haha

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Eating his cold meat pie
He caught Salmonella
Unfortunate Fella
And now is likely to die

Roses are red
Viloets are blue
Poems eat dick
U sad cunts do too

i was up on the mountain
on a cold stormy night
and i had a quant a feeling
a feeling that wasnt quite right
so drove to this house
and knocked on her door
i got greated by the
cutest little swedish whore
she asked me what i wanted
asked me what i had
i told her all i wanted
was a little piece of ass
so she took away my money
and threw me on the bed
buddy it was the best time i ever had
my wife woke me up
and said it was all just a dream
but i got the proof it was real
a hand full of cream

At 6/7/04 06:30 AM, JooWoot wrote: crappy poem

mines much better

mag o mag
u dirty old hag
u worthless sack of shit
fungus grows
between ur toes
and frogs fly out ur slit
now before i kiss
those festered lips
and suck those scabby tits
i drink a bucket of buzzard puke
and die of the grizzly shits

Haiku of beer

last night I drank beer
now my head hurts really bad
now im vomitting

At 6/7/04 07:11 AM, Zerloch wrote: Haiku of beer

last night I drank beer
now my head hurts really bad
now im vomitting

lol, joys of beer in a nutshell.

ass full of pork fat
jiggles like a jello mold
mouth is flapping too...

if anyone else knows where that came from, you will get several thousand cool points.

PS: Jizzeridoo kicks ass too! ;-)

At 6/7/04 06:30 AM, JooWoot wrote: i was up on the mountain

:(body)

but i got the proof it was real
a hand full of cream

Ha! I love that one, very good...

At 6/9/04 11:42 PM, Kam-Ron wrote: I really hate writing poetry. Well one because I feel stupid as hell when I write it because it doesn't really make sense. I also don't know what to write. It's ok to read though because I like some because they are just cool.

You got to read Pinero... Puerto Rican "street thug". Raw and vivid. Read his play, "Short Eyes" which made in prison. It's about a murder of a pedophile in prison.

What to write? Well, if you like a someone... write about them. If you're feeling like crap... write something about it. That's how poetry is done.

This is a poem (by me)

I am not goth
I am not goth.
I dress in black, because that's what I like.
I don't whine about being labeled.
I don't worship Satan.
So leave me alone.

I didn't see gothika, And I don't want to.
I liked Donnie Darko, and The Crow.
I don't like movies that appeal to the times.
Those movies blow.

(The next box office hit- Skateboarding Goth Road Trip)

I hate hot topic.
It makes it easy to be punk.
I don't need spikes and chains.
And all that junk.

(New: Button-on spike necklaces! Yes! We're idiots!)

I like Rob/White Zombie.
Orgy's cool too.
But that's not all
I listen too.

(I admit, I LIKED HANSON'S FIRST CD. Go ahead, hate me.)

I used to scare people.
They would almost flee.
But now everyone dresses
almost exactly like me.

(Dammit! A black hoodie and dark grey cargos are NOT GOTH!)

Now people think I'm a poser.
When I hear that, I want to burst.
"I'm not a goth,
I came first.

roses are red my balls are blue ill get down on 1 knee when you get down on 2.

or roses are blus violets are red you go to school and i go to bed.

A haiku (Again by me)

Death (Haiku)

After all the pain,
No enternal suffering.
Only black abyss...

roses are red my balls are blue ill get down on 1 knee when you get down on 2.

or how about this...

roses are blue violets are red you go to school but i stay in bed

At 6/7/04 06:39 AM, JooWoot wrote:

At 6/7/04 06:30 AM, JooWoot wrote: crappy poem

mines much better

mag o mag
u dirty old hag
u worthless sack of shit
fungus grows
between ur toes
and frogs fly out ur slit
now before i kiss
those festered lips
and suck those scabby tits
i drink a bucket of buzzard puke
and die of the grizzly shits

i just read this and i about pissed my self it made me laugh so hard that i fell out of my chair hit my head on the desk and was still lmao

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