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Old 08-07-2009, 10:39 PM

I made this up on the spot to be poety and stuff.:cool:

It makes you burn, but you like the bitter aftertaste.
It keeps you going.
It keeps you lonely.
Too bad there's no room for ghost here.
So go back to your own freakshow honey.
Before I have to become something else to fear.
You like to weep.
You like to peep.
It keeps you going.
It keeps you lonely.
But you'll keep your back to the wall.
I have no problems if it comes down to this.
Lets see how long it take for grace to fall.

Ladedah, thats it took me 2 min, lets see how you do.:cool:

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Old 08-07-2009, 11:06 PM

here's another not so thought out poem.

I smelt the jerky.
You ate before.
You could have warned me.
Thats why I swore.
Your place is dirty.
Don't sleep on the floor.
You might not wake up.
We've had that problem before.
Go get a vacum.
Go buy some soap.
You underarm is expired.
You smell like a horse.
Now go into the shower.
Find hot water.
Your going to need it.
Burn those skin layers.
You look too shiny,
but that is good.
We are half way done.
Go to the basement.
Go wash some clothes.
Throw some out.
Like those moldy toes.
Put in the dyer.
Come back upstairs.
Hopefully this afternoon,
You'll have clean underwear.
Return to the bathroom.
Brush your teeth.
I know it burns.
Have patients please.
Grab that shaver.
get that cream.
Only smoothness, will aplease.
Your clothes are done.
Go try them on.
Smile son.
Your almost done.
Clip your nails.
Comb your hair.
paint those toenails.
No one cares.
wipe the mirror.
Now you see.
The beauty in the beast.
Is more than a cliche.

yup i'm done and its not even good.:sarcasm:

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Old 08-09-2009, 04:48 PM

This is just a short poem i'm working on. If anyone has any suggestions to make it better that would be awesome.

If she had a title, she wouldn't need a name.
Just stand by her husband and glow in her fame.
Each day would be a called, and she would attend.
If she didn't it could be her end.
She wouldn't have to cook, nor be asked to clean.
And in return she would lose her right to be free.
Small price to pay, she tells her self.
This matters most, glory and fame.
But she knew she lived in her husband shadow.
In a mirror all she saw was a trophy with no value.

please just tell me straight up if it sucks or not.

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Old 08-09-2009, 10:02 PM

Hi, Soulwaste.
Since you are only allowed one poetry thread, I've merged your threads together for you. In the future, please post all of your poetry in this thread. :)

 


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