poems

[agent pondscum]

hahaha dont worry heath i had a good larf (hmmm wat duz that say for me then!)

impromptu poems

never go out alone at night,
cause it is quite scary!
u could get quite a fright
from seein someone quite hairy!  

it could be a yowie, alf or bigfoot,
or something thats alot more ugly,
it could be something more dangerous afoot,
like a bogan wearing a flanno and uggies.

thank you thank you!!!*takes a bow*

the end

[tropiksun45]

JAYMZ/I said:

THE BEE SAT ON THE WALL
BUZZ BUZZ
THATS ALL



THERE ONCE WAS A MAN CALLED ENIS.....

hhhheyyyyy i know a guy whose name is enis!!!!! hes from germany.  funny kid.    

i write a LOT of poems/songs.  most of them are dark, even though i consider myself a cheerY person... i think its the other side of me 'venting' ....

[Heath]

A Haiku for Samizdat

Insane is the Journalist
Fake Friendship his vice
The story his one desire.


Hehehe.

[TLCM]

I know people hate posts that come back from the dead but fuck you. I know Heath got freaked out by the emoness argh, it's comming to get you! But I have issues. Very basic, not suprising, obvious issues that are giving me the shits. I can't post it anywhere else because some of the people know the person that the poems are about.

- Like slippery fish we swim away
avoiding the troubles that lie ahead
avoiding the troubles that were here from the start.

- There is nothing in the world like lonliness
it hides perspective from view
you make no difference
you mean nothing to me.

- Boredom sets in
rigid and quiet
in an imperfect world
there's nothing to take it away.

- You walk away frustrated
I'm sick of playing games with you
I don't like you anymore
never did.

- I'm not your deity
I don't want to be
Look after yourself
make a decision
be assertive
for gods sake
say something
I dare you.

- They call me frigid
but you don't turn me on
why am I still with you?
I don't know
I'm a fool.

- They call you a nice boy
that pisses me off
we were friends
but not real close friends
we never bitched.
You never told me secrets.
You still don't,
You tell my friends

- You never say no
never fly off the hook
never get political
never whine.
But I do.
Do you notice?
Do you?

- I've a chamber of sectrets
the doors locked on you.
You don't have the key,
or know the code.
You don't even have sectrets of your own.

- You shower me with gifts.
It pisses me off.
There's no need to be romantic
it doesn't work.
I feel embarassed,
so do you wanna fuck?
I'm not romantic if you haven't guessed
no need for jewlery or roses
you can't buy love.
I just want to chat.


My conclusion is that I'm with the wrong bloke. I don't know why I'm with him, he's the only person I have trouble talking to

[Enis]

mongey said:

but enis isn't a real name...... .....ohhhhhhhhhh

I exist damn it.

Bitter memories

I thought it was forever
you all thought that I was blind
Everything was perfect
For her it wasnt fine
Now my life is shattered
And I am left behind
Picking up the pieces
My life is again mine
I wont be hurt again
Of that I've very sure
I'm brave
I'm strong
I'm fake
My world is gone
I wouldnt change a thing

(c) Andrew K Smith
Published in Letters from the soul 2002

And everlong, no one else ever sees this ok

[everlong]

Nice stuff - seriously.

[TLCM]

I'm a dick.
I wrote some lyrics last week for an assessment due nex week but the fuck face that I am lost them. Now I'm up the creek.

[sam]

Fuckface? I didn't lose your lyrics.

[criminally vulgar]

due north
spring is almost done

sail away
sail down the river
send yourself, and everyone else you know
far far away

hold onto my hand and jump into the abyss
we'll fall forever,
it wont be long enough to say goodbye,
but long enough so we can grow wings and do it over again

[slushpup]

now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
to stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
is beneah all adult dignity. I rhyme
to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

(the end of a poem by Seamus Heany called "Personal Helicon"...good stuff)

[TLCM]

It's ok now, I've re-written them and I wrote them out twice, now I have to lose both copies which I hope I don't do.

[vish]

*thinks*

I can't think of one...I started writing one about how much i detest Dawn Summers but then I couldnt get anything to go...but my friend Veronica has written some poetry about Adam Spencer, Queen Justine and Wil Anderson on her website which is pretty cute...
devoted.to/stickychicken

*cough-shameless-plug-cough*

Vish





that was a generally boring lame post and i apologise...

[everlong]

A road so common
And often travelled
A void in my existance
It feels at times
While all is good
That one thing is still missing

Life is great, its all good
I really am that lucky
What lingers on is an emptiness
From simply being lonely

Yet if this is such a problem to me
Why not change and take action
Just go ahead and take that leap
And suppress my fear of rejection.

*

But regardless of it all
I still can say
That things have never been better
A greater appreciation
An emphasised love
For a life thats certainly worth living

Yep, that sums me up. I'm hopeless at expressing my feelings, but can find other ways to be happy. I probably could have put more where the * is, but can't think of anything at the moment.

Then theres this one:

Jimmy Crackcorn, And I don't care
Jimmy Crackcorn, And I don't care
Jimmy Crackcorn, And I don't CAAAAAARE!

[apple gerl]

i love that. really.

[Enis]

Awwwwwwww Everlong, I knew you had it in you