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on Between Now And Then by sliver
1 Sep 2003, 10:05 PM
This poem makes me happy and tearful all at the same time.
subtle catch <~>
love it
God only thinks of you after your latest fart.
even though it was a nectarine?
i do not believe tat it was the nourishment you would not let drip away, but rather, the sweetness.
yes?
<~>
replying on goofy poem to prove I'm not morbid (Ode to an Onion) by greym0on
1 Sep 2003, 8:00 PM
girls--don't have 'plums'. ask around. report the results.
great job once again...
roses are red
violets are blue
i wish i was a poet
just like you
what if i'm jewish?
am i invalid?
Change "your" to "you're".
I like the poem abe. Creative title as well.
I write what I write because that's what I write. I don't care what the heck the rest of you think. However, I'd like to know where the heck abecederian thinks my spelling is incorrect.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
when these first two lines appear, i get annoyed, because its simply starting out with one hell of an overused phrase.. this just, makes me feel like puking on it.
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Cute. Are you going to recite that with pride at the your good Church, your suit freshly pressed and your diaper changed?
To have the something "delicious" to oneself, and to keep the naughty secret.
Yeah, the narrator probably is in love by your standards (I love you/I hate you Mr. Vegan Chef man).
The Waiting Room (Free Verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-
Hello evil muslim
Come in and take a seat
Enjoy a cup of coffee
Relax; put up your feet
I'll just bring up your file
To see if thou art just;
You don't believe in Jesus!?
But the Bible says you must!
You shan't be going to Heaven
Instead you'll rot in Hell
As a vile non-believer
We'll break your wicked spell!
You'll never taste the splendour
Of a Pure and Perfect Place
Instead you'll watch your entrails
Landing splat upon your face
You won't be very happy
When we jump on your best friend
Or make you drive that scooter
Down a road that has no end
We'll open up your diary
And insert a scrambled egg
Then we'll make you give a sermon
With it trickling down your leg
And just in from Head Office
Our request has been approved!
To have your nostrils fisted
And your bollocks both removed
I hope you'll learn your lesson
As well as have a lovely stay
Then maybe next time you will listen
To what the Bible has to say.
Fuck god and fuck you, no really, I'm kidding I write poetry like this a lot when I feel, SATAN is working against me or through me like in the summer of sixty poo when I was alone and depressed. that's when I found heaven was the backseat of ford granada with a heater called 'windows'.
Y2kSlamPoet
replying on A Cacodemon's Sermon: Message to a Eudemon by Y2kSlamPoet
1 Sep 2003, 5:51 PM
It was a work of love. Btw, would you be able to offer a suggestion for my a title for "sparrow". Im just irritated with that title and cant figure out a something better.
You were right. Thank you.