Poetry

[Ace195]

Alone in the world I was lost without light,
Somewhere among the darkness was a glint of light,
There you stand with your beautiful smile,
A princess amongst hags to beseech me all the while,
I love you with every hint of my being,
And without you I am lost without meaning.

So to my love I say this,
Stay for ever and keep me in bliss,
For without you I am nothing
Except for a man,
But I become a superhero when I touch your hand,
But for now I say adieu and farewell when we meet again
Upon our love we will dwell.


Here is something I wrote because my girlfriend wanted a poem. Tell me what you think. It doesn't really matter I already sent it to her. If you want to read my other poetry then go.
Fallin' For You (http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P4370756&BN=999&PN=1)
Trying to Breath (http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P4370756&BN=999&PN=2)

[Vampyr]

I didnt take the time to click on your other two, but I will someday. The one in your post was great, I really liked it. Very sweet. Good work. Your a great poet. Here is one of mine, enjoy: (keep in mind that I am a story teller/writer I am much better at stories.

Rednuth Mrots
By: Zak

The ground swam with a gaseous solid,
It was smoky in form,
But solid in power,
It showcased itself to its full potential,
Its body was a black and purple enigma,
Swirling, bulging, contracting, exploding.

It morphed to its full size,
miles in length,
The sky above trembled in fear,
The Rednuth Mrots could rip it apart.

Its rain was like bullets,
Fast and furious,
explosive and accurate,
The Rednuth Mrots released its daggers from its smoky sheath,
The rain flew up,
Each drop a kamikaze liquid,
The Rednuth Mrots could rip the sky apart.

They sky was full of holes,
The rain had done its job,
Wounded its prey,
The Rednuth Mrots gathered its atoms for a brutal attack,
The subatomic particles switched in a blazing frenzy,
One bolt was prepared,
One bolt was enough,
The lighting erupted from its masters eyes,
Diving up with all the speed light had gifted it,
As it surged toward the sky, it ripped the air apart,
But the air was relentless,
It would not so easily give way, and it struggled to hold on,
But the Rednuth Mrots was too powerful,
And the Lightning broke through,
Cutting a gash in the sky,
The Rednuth Mrots could rip the sky apart.

When the air was shattered,
It flew off into oblivion,
Its quaking atoms still residing in the space,
Each atom released its dieing scream into the night,
A scream the Rednuth Mrots enjoyed,
A scream known as thunder.
The thunder had no power in itself,
It could only roll,
Roll into the black void that was the Rednuth Mrots,
The Rednuth Mrots cradled the thunder, Magnifying it and echoing it within itself,
Giving the Rednuth Mrots a voice that spoke fear,
The Rednuth Mrots could rip the sky apart.
Rip the sky apart...

[Ace195]

Thanks for the feedback. I really enjoyed your poem/short story :)

[Rndm_Perfection]

Wooogh, poetry!


The following are two projects for my English class yesteryear. The first is "freestyle", I suppose... but the second is an Emily Dickinson-esque poem. Therefor it'd need a little interperetation O_o.

P.S. My Valkyrie poem had a wee bit controversy at first. The teacher insisted that it was not my own work O_o. I think it's because I spruced it up with graphic design.

[Vampyr]

I laughed, I cried!

Random Perfection, two thumbs up!

[Dylflon]

I wrote a poem for my english 10 class last year. I got 12 out of 10 on it. Then for fun I submitted it into a poetry contest. I'm now published in two poetry books and one 3 disk CD-ROM set. If they keep using it I might get a cash prize. I think the top prize is $10,000 and then there's some $1,000 prizes.

I didn't even think it was all that good.

Dark Eyes
By: Dylan Innes


Nervous silence,
Shaky hands,
Blue Pills,
Dark eyes.

Dry mouth,
Forced swallow,
Uneasy feeling,
Dark eyes.

Mind racing,
Cold sweat,
Spinning room,
Dark eyes.

Pounding head,
Distorted vision,
Numb skin,
Dark eyes.

Heart pounding,
Silent screaming,
Blank stare,
Dark eyes.

[Rndm_Perfection]

While it may be basic, Dylflon, it invokes some pretty intense feelings. As well, the poetry guys probably like it because it's a teen's work, and thye want to show the "deep themes of angst and suicide" that a teen thinks about these days.

You could've wrote simply about shooting cats, and they maaay have published it. But this... this is a bit much more, as it managed to capture the "teen suicide" feel. Well done.

[Ace195]

Umm.. It's not bad at all.. your talking about the same site mine's posted on :P.. Yeah don't count on any prizes. I won some dead poetry society award for trying to breathe and I still haven't recieved it.

[Dylflon]

Umm.. It's not bad at all.. your talking about the same site mine's posted on :P.. Yeah don't count on any prizes. I won some dead poetry society award for trying to breathe and I still haven't recieved it.

I'm not expecting anything.

I figured it was a scam. Heh.

[Shadow_Link]

Some great stuff guys. Rndm_Perfection, would it be possible for you to post your "My Valkyrie poem" in a different font? It'll be easier on the reading eyes :D.

[Rndm_Perfection]

Rndm_Perfection, would it be possible for you to post your "My Valkyrie poem" in a different font? It'll be easier on the reading eyes :D.

Sure thing. If this is still difficult, I'll remove the background and make the text black:

.

[Ace195]

yeah thats still an awsome poem again +rep :P

[Rndm_Perfection]

yeah thats still an awsome poem again +rep :P
lmao... thanks

[Mechadragon]

So was that poem based on the game Valkyrie Profile or did you just use pictures from it?

[CrOnO_LiNk]

So was that poem based on the game Valkyrie Profile or did you just use pictures from it?

Yeah, it was based on the game.

[Rndm_Perfection]

It was based on Norse Mythology, as was the game... so it was easy to use the art from the game.

Some of the stuff mentioned in the poem is not in the game.

[thatmariolover]

Man, those are good poems. I feel kind of embarassed posting my own... But... Well, I may as well. I have a couple others, but they don't really suit my mood.

Keep in mind, I wrote this a couple days ago and my girlfriend just dumped me (we were incredibly attatched emotionally). So, if this is pessimistic, well... Forgive me :D


Or Either
________

Climbing up a ladder
with no end
and no beginning.
Floating down a river
with no paddle
and no shore.
Speckled with the scars
earned at the crossroads
of life's travels;
my trophies of the pains
I never knew
I would endure.
And through the sadness,
through the pain,
I struggle with a question.
Is life worthwhile
for the trip,
or for the destination?
.
.
.
Or Either?

[Ace195]

Dude that doesn't suck int he least you should post that on poetry.com

[thatmariolover]

Dude that doesn't suck int he least you should post that on poetry.com

I started this poem two months ago and never liked the ending, but I sent it off to poetry.com and got published anyway (both book and audio).

However: The copy I sent to poetry.com was never what I wanted the poem to be. So I changed the last 3/4 of it a few days ago and now I like it a lot better.

[Rndm_Perfection]

I started this poem two months ago and never liked the ending, but I sent it off to poetry.com and got published anyway (both book and audio).

However: The copy I sent to poetry.com was never what I wanted the poem to be. So I changed the last 3/4 of it a few days ago and now I like it a lot better.

Whosa whatsa? Audio copy at poetry.com?

[thatmariolover]

Whosa whatsa? Audio copy at poetry.com?

A select number of the poems they recieve are chosen to be read by "professional poetry readers" and are recorded. The CD can then be purchased along with the book (I didn't buy either).

[Vampyr]

I was feeling depressed so I wrote this sonnett. I produced this thing in like 10 minutes, so its not that good. I was hoping that you guys could give me some advice and help me critique it. Possibly come with a better title, because I suck at titles.

Love's Last Testimony

The red rose has bloomed and died,
Sapphire orbs of eyes that once were mine.
The crimson dove has flown and dived,
Hair of Angels, touched by me, never mine.

A Heaven of love that used to burn,
Now a Hell of loss that freezes and numbs.
What was I supposed to learn?
That it never should have begun?

My heart is screaming for you,
But you won’t answer back.
You have painted my soul blue,
Because it’s you that I lack.

I wait as the dew waits for the sun,
Will this Hell never be done?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Good? Bad? Ugly? Give me your opinion.

[Ace195]

I was feeling depressed so I wrote this sonnett. I produced this thing in like 10 minutes, so its not that good. I was hoping that you guys could give me some advice and help me critique it. Possibly come with a better title, because I suck at titles.

Hell is Cold

The red rose has bloomed and died,
Sapphire orbs of eyes that once were mine.
The crimson dove has flown and dived,
Hair of Angels, touched by me, never mine.

A Heaven of love that used to burn,
Now a Hell of loss that freezes and numbs.
What was I supposed to learn?
That it never should have begun?

My heart is screaming for you,
But you won’t answer back.
You have painted my soul blue,
Because it’s you that I lack.

I wait as the dew waits for the sun,
Will this Hell never be done?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Good? Bad? Ugly? Give me your opinion.



:zombie: It's :errr: good :wtf: .. Nah I'm just playing it's really good.. Who did you write it about.

[Vampyr]

Nah I'm just playing it's really good.. Who did you write it about.

Glad you liked it. :sneaky:

Or at least I think you did. lol.

I wrote it about my ex who dumped me a couple weeks ago and I still havnt gotten over. But writting things like this helps.

[Ace195]

Yeah I agree trying to breathe was about a girl named Kati.. Hero2's cousin that I had the biggest crush on for the longest time but she's engaged now.

[Dylflon]

Vampyr has been ultra mopey lately. I've been trying to cheer him up to no avail. Actually, it's more like I was yelling at him for not being happy. I will win Vampyr, mark my words.

[Vampyr]

Yeah I agree trying to breathe was about a girl named Kati.. Hero2's cousin that I had the biggest crush on for the longest time but she's engaged now.

Sorry to hear that, Ace. But poetry helps, even though Im not very good at it. (Stories are more of my thing). I actually have an idea for another Sonnet. I will write it tomorrow, maybe.

Vampyr has been ultra mopey lately. I've been trying to cheer him up to no avail. Actually, it's more like I was yelling at him for not being happy. I will win Vampyr, mark my words.

Glad to hear that, Dyflon. If you win, thats all the better for me.

But I'm playing another game, with someone else.

A game of love. :rolleyes:

And I plan to win!

[Hero2]

no one wins in the game of love
god likes to smite us that way

[Vampyr]

no one wins in the game of love
god likes to smite us that way

Yeah, God smote me a good one.

[Dylflon]

I'm playing another game, with someone else.

A game of love. :rolleyes:

And I plan to win!

Watch out. The first few bosses are tough.

[Vampyr]

Watch out. The first few bosses are tough.

:rofl:

I know man, Im fighting one right now. It's the "guilt trip" boss.

[Vampyr]

Damn. I lost. :distress:

[Vampyr]

Ok, first of all, Im sorry for the triple post, but they have all been many hours a part, and no one else is posting anything. But here is another sonnett that I wrote today:

Bound to Her

Laughing devils in her eyes,
Screaming spiders running through her hair.
These dreams of mine cannot be lies,
They’ve caught me in her serpent snare.

Food to ash,
Drink to blood.
My mind breaks under the Lover’s lash,
My body drowns in Grief’s flood.

Bound to her,
No sleep till the day I die.
Bound to her,
No tears left to cry.

My soul screams for her each day,
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How do you like it? eh? eh?

P.S. : Ace, would you post those two poems of yours that you gave us links to? The links wont take me to them. It shows me something about poetry, but your poems arent on there.

[Dylflon]

Ok, first of all, Im sorry for the triple post, but they have all been many hours a part, and no one else is posting anything. But here is another sonnett that I wrote today:

Bound to Her

Laughing devils in her eyes,
Screaming spiders running through her hair.
These dreams of mine cannot be lies,
They’ve caught me in her serpent snare.

Food to ash,
Drink to blood.
My mind breaks under the Lover’s lash,
My body drowns in Grief’s flood.

Bound to her,
No sleep till the day I die.
Bound to her,
No tears left to cry.

My soul screams for her each day,
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How do you like it? eh? eh?

P.S. : Ace, would you post those two poems of yours that you gave us links to? The links wont take me to them. It shows me something about poetry, but your poems arent on there.


Arrr. Nice poem. Still sounds like you're depressed. Are you? You better not be. Or else.

[The Germanator]

I wrote poems once,
Ya know, the soul searching kind,
haikus I like though.

[PureEvil]

Here's a haiku. I call it: Hammer

When the time is right
I will smash open your fat head
With my new hammer

Thank you.

[Dylflon]

Here's a haiku. I call it: Hammer

When the time is right
I will smash open your fat head
With my new hammer

Thank you.

Doesn't haiku have to be 14 syllables?

[PureEvil]

Doesn't haiku have to be 14 syllables?

Nope:

Marriam-Webster OnLine (http://www.m-w.com)

Main Entry: hai·ku
Pronunciation: 'hI-(")kü
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural haiku
Etymology: Japanese
Date: 1902
: an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively; also : a poem in this form usually having a seasonal reference -- compare TANKA

[The Germanator]

I think your middle line may have 8 syllables... I (1) Will (2) Smash (3) Op-en (4,5) your (6) fat(7) head(8)

[PureEvil]

I think your middle line may have 8 syllables... I (1) Will (2) Smash (3) Op-en (4,5) your (6) fat(7) head(8)

Heh, yeah, I noticed that, but apparently "open" is only one syllable.

The dictionary lists syllables with little ·'s, for example:

psy·cho·log·i·cal (5 syllables)
ca·tas·tro·phe (4 syllables)
com·put·er (3 syllables)
ham·mer (2 syllables)
...and so forth.

It's listing for open:
open (1 syllable)

Thus, it is 7.

[The Germanator]

Heh, yeah, I noticed that, but apparently "open" is only one syllable.

The dictionary lists syllables with little ·'s, for example:

psy·cho·log·i·cal (5 syllables)
ca·tas·tro·phe (4 syllables)
com·put·er (3 syllables)
ham·mer (2 syllables)
...and so forth.

It's listing for open:
open (1 syllable)

Thus, it is 7.


Hmm, strange. I never really saw "open" as one syllable though I suppose it could work...those crazy dictionaries...

EDIT: When I looked at dictionary.com they had it listed as "o·pen" as in 2 syllables, so I dunno...

[Kitana85]

It's not that she was miserable,
or dreary everyday,
She did agree with life,
and yearned for it to stay,
yet all she really wanted was
to fly away.

In life she held the principals
the virtues of the day
she followed all directions,
and seldom did delay
but all she really wanted
was to fly away.

Away from all the troubles
That live around the block
Away from the door of time
Upon which fears that seemed to knock
It's not as if she feared another day
But all she really wanted
was to fly away.

Away from "I'm not good enough"
Away from "something more"
Away from "Can you help me,”
and an ever whispering roar,
Away from all the requests, she felt she must obey
Yes, all she really wanted
was to fly away.

To leave an open window
And open wide her wings
To stretch them to forever
And see what yonder brings
To see the stars in all their bright array
Indeed all she truly wanted
was to fly away.

To soar with the birds
And dive through the clouds
to feel silence and solace
above all the crowds
to feel the sun's life-giving, golden ray
To feel the beauty,
to simply fly away.

It was her soul's desire,
to be herself one day,
to be her only master
to do things her way
she needed her own person
to discover who she was
to have herself come first
away from all else, above
above all the confusion
above the rattles of the day
what she needed most
was to fly away.

No one understood,
or thought of what SHE had to say
until they looked around
and found she had flown away.

She flew where ere the wind took her,
Where she hoped she could find peace
She flew where she felt happy
Where she could find release
She never knew that she could feel this way
Until the day
She stretched her wings
and flew away.

[Vampyr]

It's not that she was miserable,
or dreary everyday,
She did agree with life,
and yearned for it to stay,
yet all she really wanted was
to fly away.

In life she held the principals
the virtues of the day
she followed all directions,
and seldom did delay
but all she really wanted
was to fly away.

Away from all the troubles
That live around the block
Away from the door of time
Upon which fears that seemed to knock
It's not as if she feared another day
But all she really wanted
was to fly away.

Away from "I'm not good enough"
Away from "something more"
Away from "Can you help me,”
and an ever whispering roar,
Away from all the requests, she felt she must obey
Yes, all she really wanted
was to fly away.

To leave an open window
And open wide her wings
To stretch them to forever
And see what yonder brings
To see the stars in all their bright array
Indeed all she truly wanted
was to fly away.

To soar with the birds
And dive through the clouds
to feel silence and solace
above all the crowds
to feel the sun's life-giving, golden ray
To feel the beauty,
to simply fly away.

It was her soul's desire,
to be herself one day,
to be her only master
to do things her way
she needed her own person
to discover who she was
to have herself come first
away from all else, above
above all the confusion
above the rattles of the day
what she needed most
was to fly away.

No one understood,
or thought of what SHE had to say
until they looked around
and found she had flown away.

She flew where ere the wind took her,
Where she hoped she could find peace
She flew where she felt happy
Where she could find release
She never knew that she could feel this way
Until the day
She stretched her wings
and flew away.

Most excellent poem.

[Ace195]

Hey so yeah. Can I use that on the website that I'm making I like that poem :)

[Kitana85]

if that was to me, then yeah... if you want my real name to credit it to, then PM me

[Ace195]

Ok.. I'll pm you here in a bit so I can get your name.. -

[thatmariolover]

_________________________________________
Fragments of closure
Bleeding blue
The color of my soul
I was painted when you left
Screaming black
The color of the world
The life sucked dry – my vampire -
Gray cloud death
Your vanishing feelings
Unforgetting rainy day
Nothing left
The story of my life
Pick up the pieces again
Moving on
My closure complete now
The need for you – memory

Goodbye.
____________________________________________

I wrote this as I was typing (freestyle), so it's pretty fragmented (hence the title). But I decided to keep it anyway. I guess it kind of... well... signifies my closure. Since you obviously couldn't guess that.... Not at all...

[Vampyr]

Good poem, mariolover.

My closure complete now
The need for you – memory

Goodbye.

Amen.

[PureEvil]

This isn't a poem that I made, but it's a poem that I like (if ever there was such a thing...):

As I was going up the stairs,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish I wish he'd go away.

It's a modernized version of an older, similar poem. They used it in the movie "Identity." Good times.

[Vampyr]

As I was going up the stairs,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish I wish he'd go away.

=-D Thats cool. Im going to memorize that one.

[Kitana85]

_________________________________________
Fragments of closure

____________________________________________

I wrote this as I was typing (freestyle), so it's pretty fragmented (hence the title). But I decided to keep it anyway. I guess it kind of... well... signifies my closure. Since you obviously couldn't guess that.... Not at all...

that can often be the best...wonderful imagery!!!

[thatmariolover]

Thanks Kitana. And wow. Your poem was awesome. I really appreciated the repeated theme.

I really liked that one that PureEvil(?) posted too.

One of my favorite poems is the childrens poem Mr. Nobody (maybe that's not the name, but it's about a guy named Mr. Nobody). I used to read that all the time when I was little. I'll have to look it up.

What are your favorite poems (regardless of who wrote them)? Post them here along with your own.

[Rndm_Perfection]

One of my favorite poems is the childrens poem Mr. Nobody (maybe that's not the name, but it's about a guy named Mr. Nobody). I used to read that all the time when I was little. I'll have to look it up.

:lol: Mr. Nobody... ahhh, that reminds me of something. Err, it's completely unrelated to what you're thinking about, but maaa-aaan, would a poem about the Mr. Nobody I'm thinking about be hilarious.

[PureEvil]

One of my favorite poems is the childrens poem Mr. Nobody (maybe that's not the name, but it's about a guy named Mr. Nobody). I used to read that all the time when I was little. I'll have to look it up.

Is this it?



Mr. Nobody

I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody's house!
There's no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody.

'Tis he who always tears our books,
Who leaves the door ajar,
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar;
That squeaking door will always squeak,
For, prithee, don't you see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire,
That kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud,
And all the carpets soiled.
The papers always are mislaid,
Who had them last but he?
There's no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody.

The finger marks upon the door
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blinds unclosed,
To let the curtains fade.
The ink we never spill; the boots
that lying round you see
Are not our boots -- they all belong
To Mr. Nobody.

(http://www.cswnet.com/~erin/child.htm#mrn)

[Kitana85]

My favorite poem is this... read it once...then read what I have at the bottem, then read it again

anyone lived in a pretty how town
e. e. cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

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Anyone is a man, noone is a woman.... with this in mind, reread the poem.








Isn't it a beautiful love story?

[thatmariolover]

Is this it?

Haha. Yeah, that's it. I haven't heard that for years. I still like it a lot. Thanks for that.

Isn't it a beautiful love story?

Wow! That's definately on my top 3 list for favorite poems. I had read some e.e. cummings, but not that particular piece. That's REALLY cool.

[The Germanator]

This isn't my favorite poem, but I like Russell Edson a lot...

A Stone Is Nobody's

A man ambushed a stone. Caught it. Made it a prisoner.
Put it in a dark room and stood guard over it for the
rest of his life.

His mother asked why.

He said, because it's held captive, because it is
captured.

Look, the stone is asleep, she said, it does not know
whether it's in a garden or not. Eternity and the stone
are mother and daughter; it is you who are getting old.
The stone is only sleeping.

But I caught it, mother, it is mine by conquest, he said.

A stone is nobody's, not even its own. It is you who are
conquered; you are minding the prisoner, which is yourself,
because you are afraid to go out, she said.

Yes yes, I am afraid, because you have never loved me,
he said.

Which is true, because you have always been to me as
the stone is to you, she said.

This one is good too.

Ape


You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father,
who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.

I've had enough monkey, cried father.

You didn't eat the hands, and I went to all the
trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.

I'll just nibble on its forehead, and then I've had enough,
said father.

I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said
mother.

Why don't you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay
the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured
skull, the same singed fur; like someone who died horribly. These
aren't dinners, these are post-mortem dissections.

Try a piece of its gum, I've stuffed its mouth with bread,
said mother.

Ugh, it looks like a mouth full of vomit. How can I bite into
its cheek with bread spilling out of its mouth? cried father.

Break one of the ears off, they're so crispy, said mother.

I wish to hell you'd put underpants on these apes; even a
jockstrap, screamed father.

Father, how dare you insinuate that I see the ape as anything
more thn simple meat, screamed mother.

Well what's with this ribbon tied in a bow on its privates?
screamed father.

Are you saying that I am in love with this vicious creature?
That I would submit my female opening to this brute? That after
we had love on the kitchen floor I would put him in the oven, after
breaking his head with a frying pan; and then serve him to my husband,
that my husband might eat the evidence of my infidelity . . . ?

I'm just saying that I'm damn sick of ape every night,
cried father.

[GameMaster]

That ape poem is disgusting and weird, yet erotic. Just the thought of the mother getting drilled by a monkey on a kitchen floor and then cooking it is disturbing. I hope you're happy, you've contaminated my pure, virgin mind.

[The Germanator]

That ape poem is disgusting and weird, yet erotic. Just the thought of the mother getting drilled by a monkey on a kitchen floor and then cooking it is disturbing. I hope you're happy, you've contaminated my pure, virgin mind.

You're welcome. =-D

[thatmariolover]

I swear to God you just ruined this whole thread...

[The Germanator]

Heh, sorry for trying to post something fun...I like Russell Edson, he's cool..

[PureEvil]

Mother-f*cking monkey-f*ckers...

[thatmariolover]

Well, I figured I would try to salvage this thread (didn't mean to be rude before guys, but that stuff was just not my style at all).

So here's my new poem. I wrote it freestyle today in Psychology during a boring video. :D

Broken Wing
Do you wonder
what I'm doing?
Wonder if my voice still sounds,
like the voice that you remember?
Voice of reason from the ground.
As you flutter,
flitting flying,
I call to you from below.
I cannot fly
to join your sky,
so I'll wander on my own.
It's unfair of me
to ask you
simply to forget your wings.
So I ask you
just to fly away;
take what separate futures bring.

Edit:Kind of a late edit, but I'd just like to say that I really did like that last poem you posted Germinator.