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May 18, 2002 2:20:02 GMT -5
Post by slushpup on May 18, 2002 2:20:02 GMT -5
I couldnt think that it was true The greatest fight, I lost to you You proved I couldnt, that you had To get it back at me so bad I never thought that I could be The only one that wasnt free And left to stumble blind and scared In a lonely world I couldnt bear But you couldnt care, and still dont, now I never knew the reason, how You never could admit defeat The lost ones lying at your feet. 30 sceond poem. not to shabby  |
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May 18, 2002 4:02:12 GMT -5
Post by Lauzza on May 18, 2002 4:02:12 GMT -5
here's one...not very poetic but i don't feel to creative with blocked ears, a runny nose, a cough and a headache
i have the fucking flu
been sitting in the couch or lying in bed for 4 days
went to the video shop yesterday...couldn't stand after a 10min outing
i could be at gyroscope now, my mate's party tonight and my school river cruise on monday
instead i am stuck watching daytime tv and playing solitaire on the computer
i feel like crap, take the flu away - it is evil
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May 19, 2002 3:48:49 GMT -5
Post by ALYCESAN on May 19, 2002 3:48:49 GMT -5
i can relate to that one!
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May 20, 2002 0:16:42 GMT -5
Post by TLCM on May 20, 2002 0:16:42 GMT -5
Abstract stories,
confusion all around,
lost in an abyss of my mind;
Every day's one less left to live,
but I'm caught in abeyance,
not bothering to do much,
or even very little;
Lost in abberation,
running in a straight circle,
listening for a deeper silence.
Life is but a paradox,
is it worthy of contempt or scorn?
The rules are written, the game is played,
but the silence gets louder, the cirlce straighter,
destruction paves the way.
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May 20, 2002 4:55:18 GMT -5
Post by Lauzza on May 20, 2002 4:55:18 GMT -5
Life is but a paradox, is it worthy of contempt or scorn? The rules are written, the game is played, but the silence gets louder, the cirlce straighter, destruction paves the way. now that's poetry |
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May 20, 2002 5:04:33 GMT -5
Post by sam on May 20, 2002 5:04:33 GMT -5
You're damn right, TLCM that last bit is hell cool..
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May 20, 2002 7:16:21 GMT -5
Post by agent pondscum on May 20, 2002 7:16:21 GMT -5
man after that one mine seems stolen and trivial!
i stole it from lisa offf the simpsons tonite!! (for those who didnt see it was the homer gone insane meets michael jackson one)
i had a cat called snowball ,
he died, he died,
mum said he was sleeping,
she lied, she lied
now my cat is dead,
why couldnt that chrysler hit me instead
(duno if that is extactly right my memory fails me)
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May 21, 2002 1:13:43 GMT -5
Post by sam on May 21, 2002 1:13:43 GMT -5
haha! I LOVE that poem..Lisa is gold.
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May 21, 2002 1:29:55 GMT -5
Post by Born In A Burial Gown on May 21, 2002 1:29:55 GMT -5
yess slighty shambled that poem rocks!
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May 21, 2002 22:22:27 GMT -5
Post by Shelby on May 21, 2002 22:22:27 GMT -5
hahaha. Lisa is gold! She is! I bet I'm the only one that found that funny.
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May 22, 2002 2:49:27 GMT -5
Post by Heath on May 22, 2002 2:49:27 GMT -5
There was a man from Nantucket
Whose cock was so long he could suck it.
He Said with a grin
As he wiped off his chin..
If my ear was a cunt I could fuck it.
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May 22, 2002 8:14:28 GMT -5
Post by sam on May 22, 2002 8:14:28 GMT -5
Heath, you just placed this topic in the filth category..thankyou very much!
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May 22, 2002 10:31:28 GMT -5
Post by Heath on May 22, 2002 10:31:28 GMT -5
Sorry, it was getting a little too emo in here. Carry on.
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May 23, 2002 1:07:30 GMT -5
Post by sam on May 23, 2002 1:07:30 GMT -5
No way, once its filth, it stays filth! ;D
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May 23, 2002 2:17:35 GMT -5
Post by samizdat on May 23, 2002 2:17:35 GMT -5
A Haiku For Heath
Profane is the manager
Recoupment his vice
The dollar his one desire
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