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Post by ~SC~ on Mar 25, 2003 22:00:13 GMT -5
terms/rules: -no inapproapriate poems -be serious about this -not too short and not too long -your own poems, no copies -parodies are ok, as long as they're not too close to the actual; in this case, post the actual and label it too
have fun!
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Post by Janus on Mar 25, 2003 22:12:31 GMT -5
Words
Curse these stupid words! Why must I be bound to them? Each word a glass shard in my heart Each phrase an acid tear down my cheek But I must have them I must have these d**nable words I must write them and keep them Though they cut me to pieces I must have them...
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Post by dietspam16 on Mar 26, 2003 20:01:53 GMT -5
Up I climb High as I can go The top of the world I stare from the precipice Out across the wide world which stands at my feet Vertigo beckons and tantilises me As I begin to feel my knees quiver I manage to fight it off and stand straight Then with my heart in my mouth I leap from the couch into the nothingness and plummet… Right into the broken wicker chair The last thing I see A wooden spike heading right for my eye As everything fades from red to black I think “*sigh* Well I guess I need a new sport…”
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Post by dietspam16 on Mar 26, 2003 20:03:49 GMT -5
Ode to a Shrubbery ~Oh my dearest president, ~you are my champion and role model. ~I envy your mastery of the English language. ~I wish that all dictionaries spelled nuclear nucular ~I hope that, like you, i can grow up to become a bully and a thug ~to shove my weight around and to ignore the virgil which my peers present ~to enforce my pollitical views where they don’t belong, by hook or by crook ~a C average in college is the best i feel like hoping for ~and with this done i shall come home to my delinquent family
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Post by Blues on Mar 27, 2003 19:38:59 GMT -5
What is stuff? Stuff is the very substance of life, and all things close to it like things, and all I see fit Stuff is the essence of life, it's what keeps us alive It helps us make use of ourselves and strive Stuff should be apriceated more, but it is not and for this lack of recongition, we shall all be shot.......
Fin.
(made off the top of Terrance's twisted little head, in about 1 minues, and 6 seconds.)
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Post by The Silence on Mar 27, 2003 23:39:20 GMT -5
the grass grows and i sit watching it
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Post by henry on Mar 28, 2003 17:30:56 GMT -5
The rain beats down upon my face, I wear a dress with frilly lace. Life is good.
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Post by henry on Mar 28, 2003 17:33:29 GMT -5
My thuloid wiggles westward, in the cool night breeze. It longs for the sea.
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Post by Little Miss Odd on Mar 28, 2003 18:37:29 GMT -5
ever falling downward helpless, useless, paralyzed i watch as it falls to its doom all the inspirations it has given me, gone, gone, gone it's flight a graceful curve it's landing slightly askew i close my eyes and shudder as i feel its pain its life its love gone, gone, gone i miss my sanity!!! waah!!!
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Post by GreenPathways16 on Apr 5, 2003 19:19:01 GMT -5
Eyes Blind
What is it like? To have eyes blind Being all alone Seeing only with the mind
Knowing nothing bright Breathing stale air Looking for the light And seeing nothing there
Having nowhere to be And nothing to say Now I cannot see I cannot remember the way
All around me life was there But this gift I failed to see I was heartless and didn't care Life seemed pointless to me
Through emotions of arrogance I was unmoved by life's treasure So I lost my only chance Lost my old life forever
Because of my sinning They took away my sight I saw the light thinning All I see now is night
My eyes are shadowed And I often cry Out into the darkness God, where are my eyes?
Where are my eyes?
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