Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd August 2012 8:26pm
WINNER
Albylynch
Albylynch
RUNNER-UP:
Kou_Indigo
this should be easy
Every Day...
I want a sandwich
My friend, Gunnar, is a bitch
I have some yogurt
It's a gogurt
I hate when people say money doesn't grow on trees...
They've obviously never sold weed
I hate almond milk
My pajamas are silk
Well...Walmart knock off silk
I got in an argument today...
Got stabbed...point taken
I hate school
For some inexplicable reason when I fall asleep there, it's the only time I drool
Douche bag brain
Always drives me insane
I have a crush on someone here!
But he lives away far, and not near
But he knows I like him
Mainly because I told him
My friend Cory, is a kid genius
And, he's hilarious
I like rhinos!!
But I think about giraffes
I like mashed potatoes ^,^
JUST mashed potatoes, not the weird potato halves
I like grits!
I used to have two birds that threw daily fits
I have a pool!
It's really cool!
But I can't swim
The guy on here...I really like him ^.^
Dr. Pepper and Dorritos?
Dinner of the champs.
Fritos!
Truth be told, I've never been to a camp
You know what's awesome?
Silly straws.
There's this girl, I hate her, she acts like she's perfect, but we all see her flaws
My favorite color is...
HAHA >:D I'm not telling >:D
You know what's epic?
Lasagna
I hate how people take advantage of YOLO
It gives whores reasons to be more whorey
So, I think YOLO should have stood for You Obviously Love Owls
But what if the intellectual secretly made YOLO, just to kill off the ignorant? :O
WHAT IF?!
My daily food consumption consists of Lucky Charms,
Ramen Noodles,
And potatoes
Alas, this poem is reaching it's end
But carry on dear friends,
And always remember,
To band sidewalks, but only, and i stress ONLY, in November
Have a great day you sexy fuckers
I want a sandwich
My friend, Gunnar, is a bitch
I have some yogurt
It's a gogurt
I hate when people say money doesn't grow on trees...
They've obviously never sold weed
I hate almond milk
My pajamas are silk
Well...Walmart knock off silk
I got in an argument today...
Got stabbed...point taken
I hate school
For some inexplicable reason when I fall asleep there, it's the only time I drool
Douche bag brain
Always drives me insane
I have a crush on someone here!
But he lives away far, and not near
But he knows I like him
Mainly because I told him
My friend Cory, is a kid genius
And, he's hilarious
I like rhinos!!
But I think about giraffes
I like mashed potatoes ^,^
JUST mashed potatoes, not the weird potato halves
I like grits!
I used to have two birds that threw daily fits
I have a pool!
It's really cool!
But I can't swim
The guy on here...I really like him ^.^
Dr. Pepper and Dorritos?
Dinner of the champs.
Fritos!
Truth be told, I've never been to a camp
You know what's awesome?
Silly straws.
There's this girl, I hate her, she acts like she's perfect, but we all see her flaws
My favorite color is...
HAHA >:D I'm not telling >:D
You know what's epic?
Lasagna
I hate how people take advantage of YOLO
It gives whores reasons to be more whorey
So, I think YOLO should have stood for You Obviously Love Owls
But what if the intellectual secretly made YOLO, just to kill off the ignorant? :O
WHAT IF?!
My daily food consumption consists of Lucky Charms,
Ramen Noodles,
And potatoes
Alas, this poem is reaching it's end
But carry on dear friends,
And always remember,
To band sidewalks, but only, and i stress ONLY, in November
Have a great day you sexy fuckers
Taking the Leap
It was the perfect ending to a perfect day
An adrenaline rush in Queenstown, New Zealand
The challenge had been made, the hemming and hawing resolved
Finally the decision to take the leap
After endless paperwork and liability waivers
The long walk out to the platform looking down over the city
It was a picture perfect day with curulean skies
Shimmering relections like diamonds from Lake Wakatipu
400 feet to the ground and unforgiving deceleration
Countered by a Swiss seat harness and inch-and-a-half elastic cord
Connections made and double checked, a final once over
Then the running leap to adventure and surprisingly to freedom
A quite moment of silence, fighting off the urge to call it all off
Then the sprint of a lifetime up and out leaping with all my might
Then 1.5 seconds of sheer terror as I my left foot left the platform
Feeling gravity's merciless and undeniable tug, a whole body chill that was numbing
Swallowing the need to scream, tears streaming down my face
Feeling ovewhelming fear and the strongest sense of being alive
Then the reassuring slowing and a final stop
Followed by dampening up and down bouncing
As my heart pounded in my chest I felt unmistakable joy and freedom
Being free to finally face other fears holding me powerless, granting me the courage to say "enough"
It was the perfect ending to a perfect day
An adrenaline rush in Queenstown, New Zealand
The challenge had been made, the hemming and hawing resolved
Finally the decision to take the leap
After endless paperwork and liability waivers
The long walk out to the platform looking down over the city
It was a picture perfect day with curulean skies
Shimmering relections like diamonds from Lake Wakatipu
400 feet to the ground and unforgiving deceleration
Countered by a Swiss seat harness and inch-and-a-half elastic cord
Connections made and double checked, a final once over
Then the running leap to adventure and surprisingly to freedom
A quite moment of silence, fighting off the urge to call it all off
Then the sprint of a lifetime up and out leaping with all my might
Then 1.5 seconds of sheer terror as I my left foot left the platform
Feeling gravity's merciless and undeniable tug, a whole body chill that was numbing
Swallowing the need to scream, tears streaming down my face
Feeling ovewhelming fear and the strongest sense of being alive
Then the reassuring slowing and a final stop
Followed by dampening up and down bouncing
As my heart pounded in my chest I felt unmistakable joy and freedom
Being free to finally face other fears holding me powerless, granting me the courage to say "enough"
Shut Up and Kiss Me
Sometimes my mind starts to wander
Your words then softly fade away
All I can see is your soft, moist lips
Beckoning me to interupt you mid sentence
To pull you close and seal them shut with mine
Send you reeling back in erotic astonishment
Look in your brown doe eyes with mine of cerulean
Sparkling with love frosted with lust
Nibble on glistening pedals, tasting lip gloss
A hint of strawberry is my sweet reward
Feel you breathe in and relent
Forgetting what ever it was you were saying
Your eyes close, I have your attention
Lips press, tongues gently play
Taking me back to the first time we kissed
French and passionate on the steps of Sacre Coeur
You melt into me, I pulled you tight
Holding you in my arms with a strength that will never let you go
Suddenly it's not another Tuesday night
Sitting in front of the tube watching whatever
It is a soft, private dance of two lovers
Like two young desperate hearts tangoing in Beunos Aires
Our noses accidently brush, electricty
That sends shivers down my spine and to the tip of my desire
I meander to kiss your face, moving ever closer
To the lobes of your ears, your sensual weakness
Once there, I run my tongue along the rim of your ear
See you quiver and breathe even harder
But then you slide your hand up into my hair
Forcing me back to your jealous lips
I then interupt your words, starting to tell you
How you are so beautiful, everything to me
Sometimes my mind starts to wander
Your words then softly fade away
All I can see is your soft, moist lips
Beckoning me to interupt you mid sentence
To pull you close and seal them shut with mine
Send you reeling back in erotic astonishment
Look in your brown doe eyes with mine of cerulean
Sparkling with love frosted with lust
Nibble on glistening pedals, tasting lip gloss
A hint of strawberry is my sweet reward
Feel you breathe in and relent
Forgetting what ever it was you were saying
Your eyes close, I have your attention
Lips press, tongues gently play
Taking me back to the first time we kissed
French and passionate on the steps of Sacre Coeur
You melt into me, I pulled you tight
Holding you in my arms with a strength that will never let you go
Suddenly it's not another Tuesday night
Sitting in front of the tube watching whatever
It is a soft, private dance of two lovers
Like two young desperate hearts tangoing in Beunos Aires
Our noses accidently brush, electricty
That sends shivers down my spine and to the tip of my desire
I meander to kiss your face, moving ever closer
To the lobes of your ears, your sensual weakness
Once there, I run my tongue along the rim of your ear
See you quiver and breathe even harder
But then you slide your hand up into my hair
Forcing me back to your jealous lips
I then interupt your words, starting to tell you
How you are so beautiful, everything to me
- Feudal Memories -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Part One: Garden Tryst
It was not, so very long ago, in all time’s turning,
That the scent of your perfume was as lavender!
Even lifetimes cannot erase the sting of yearning.
The eternal spirit within me, will ever remember!
The heat of another summer, caressing my skin…
Like the caressing of flowing silk against my legs,
Reminds me of how all my longing did first begin.
Memory is a wave that crashes but never breaks!
The taste of the tea we shared, sweet like apples,
And yet, sweeter still is the peace of the gardens.
Beneath the Torii arch, where the heart so swells,
We walked there asking not of gods for pardons.
Past pagodas and shrines, through deep forests…
Whilst the Sakura trees bore witness to our love,
We walked, we danced, and we lived as if blest!
No lord was there to demand of loyalty to prove.
None saw our meeting, except the errant birds…
Or, mayhap all the night’s fireflies: in their season.
For some memories there can be truly no words,
And for our tryst I can give not any deep reason.
My father had been a Ronin, but no rogue was I!
Though my path would prove much darker by far.
I would oft long for the gardens’ clear blue sky…
Even as I strove against my destiny’s terrible star!
Can I tell her or anyone the things I have beheld?
The tryst passed in another time, and I am lonely!
Herein, I shall record some of what, of old, I felt.
The better to share them, with modern company!
Shall I tell of the roaring of the ocean near Hara?
Or the snow-capped heights of distant mountains!
Each tree less green, the grass become so barren,
Because battle came, to bloody pristine fountains!
The greed of Tokugawa or the pride of rebellion!
Some chose his side in tradition and obedience…
And we fought him with courage like a fierce lion,
As we died, our blades conducting, a final dance.
Part Two: Fallen Legend
I remember the distant hills of the old prefecture,
Crowned with trees, far above seas of tall grass.
So far, from Edo: here, so wild was all of nature,
And silent the breeze, which blew never too fast!
Where the river flowed out, to meet the water…
My thoughts wandered, wondered, even drifted.
I was and am: the son, as well as the daughter…
On my journey, I beheld much whilst a veil lifted.
I still saw the faces of the fallen: who fell, for me!
In one final stand, where they fought: for Heaven.
Was it my head, men saw on a pole in Nagasaki?
That was how they told the ending of my legend.
Even in times of peace, I remember old battles…
Wherein, my white robes became stained scarlet.
There is turmoil in my heart: that nothing quells…
Except, for moments of love, and of gentle quiet.
Mine was a fallen legend, as from it I did rise up,
Changed and yet the same in spirit as ever I was.
At a table with death, warriors oft will go to sup,
But I did not seek her for I served a fairer cause.
Her scent was not lavender, but crimson tainted!
I saw her visage in a statue of the Virgin I beheld,
Which made me tremble, so that I nearly fainted!
In a tiny village: where oft I had prayed and knelt.
The statues later eras made of me: have no life…
No one could know, that I would not stay gone!
They are dead, inanimate, lacking peace or strife,
The images erected, long after wars lost or won!
Can they convey the horror of sword upon bone?
There is no elegance in slaughter, no divine merit!
Only the dying, and the dead, seeking to atone…
Their spirits, seeking, like the way fireflies will flit.
Where had the peaceful times gone that I adored?
The scent of your lavender perfume so fleeting…
Yet eternal in my memory where all this is stored!
Mayhap, one day, we will meet again, in greeting.
Part Three: Risen Colors
Do others rise again from death as I have arisen?
Or is it uncommon, for one to recall their doom!
We all have many colors, just like unto a prism…
Shining brighter, than the rabbit high in the moon.
All light, all dark, and a multitude of vibrant hues,
The spirit glows with an aura only the gifted spy!
Where do all the colors go, when battle ensues?
They turn red as if all of nature men would deny.
Where is nobility, when honor is soon forgotten?
I strive for benevolence and let compassion rule.
Without love, the spirit of man becomes rotten…
As in the absence of kindness we do grow cruel.
The cross I once fought for was broken asunder,
Where the bones of the slain lay heaped around.
And though I fell, before the Shogun’s thunder…
My spirit would never remain long in the ground.
The colors of love rise like a rainbow, in glories,
Long after the smoke of war has fully dissipated.
There is much that is not recorded in old stories!
The truths I tell, only the truly wise have awaited.
As a child in that life, I remember this sparrow…
Which alighted on a branch I so held in my hand.
Like a miracle, and yet my sight was so narrow,
For I could not know the course of time’s sand!
It has been long since I laid aside my old sword,
And taken up the pen which touches other souls.
There is so much power in the sharing of a word,
Power, that even the author never truly controls!
When the sun set on the bygone era now passed,
None imagined I would rise with a distant morn!
But here I am, with knowledge I have amassed…
Pen in hand, yet of old battles my spirit still worn.
The age of the old wars has departed; I am glad!
Though the scent of lavender haunts me always…
Reminding me of you, sometimes making me sad.
A mark of my rebirth: that my soul ever displays!
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Part One: Garden Tryst
It was not, so very long ago, in all time’s turning,
That the scent of your perfume was as lavender!
Even lifetimes cannot erase the sting of yearning.
The eternal spirit within me, will ever remember!
The heat of another summer, caressing my skin…
Like the caressing of flowing silk against my legs,
Reminds me of how all my longing did first begin.
Memory is a wave that crashes but never breaks!
The taste of the tea we shared, sweet like apples,
And yet, sweeter still is the peace of the gardens.
Beneath the Torii arch, where the heart so swells,
We walked there asking not of gods for pardons.
Past pagodas and shrines, through deep forests…
Whilst the Sakura trees bore witness to our love,
We walked, we danced, and we lived as if blest!
No lord was there to demand of loyalty to prove.
None saw our meeting, except the errant birds…
Or, mayhap all the night’s fireflies: in their season.
For some memories there can be truly no words,
And for our tryst I can give not any deep reason.
My father had been a Ronin, but no rogue was I!
Though my path would prove much darker by far.
I would oft long for the gardens’ clear blue sky…
Even as I strove against my destiny’s terrible star!
Can I tell her or anyone the things I have beheld?
The tryst passed in another time, and I am lonely!
Herein, I shall record some of what, of old, I felt.
The better to share them, with modern company!
Shall I tell of the roaring of the ocean near Hara?
Or the snow-capped heights of distant mountains!
Each tree less green, the grass become so barren,
Because battle came, to bloody pristine fountains!
The greed of Tokugawa or the pride of rebellion!
Some chose his side in tradition and obedience…
And we fought him with courage like a fierce lion,
As we died, our blades conducting, a final dance.
Part Two: Fallen Legend
I remember the distant hills of the old prefecture,
Crowned with trees, far above seas of tall grass.
So far, from Edo: here, so wild was all of nature,
And silent the breeze, which blew never too fast!
Where the river flowed out, to meet the water…
My thoughts wandered, wondered, even drifted.
I was and am: the son, as well as the daughter…
On my journey, I beheld much whilst a veil lifted.
I still saw the faces of the fallen: who fell, for me!
In one final stand, where they fought: for Heaven.
Was it my head, men saw on a pole in Nagasaki?
That was how they told the ending of my legend.
Even in times of peace, I remember old battles…
Wherein, my white robes became stained scarlet.
There is turmoil in my heart: that nothing quells…
Except, for moments of love, and of gentle quiet.
Mine was a fallen legend, as from it I did rise up,
Changed and yet the same in spirit as ever I was.
At a table with death, warriors oft will go to sup,
But I did not seek her for I served a fairer cause.
Her scent was not lavender, but crimson tainted!
I saw her visage in a statue of the Virgin I beheld,
Which made me tremble, so that I nearly fainted!
In a tiny village: where oft I had prayed and knelt.
The statues later eras made of me: have no life…
No one could know, that I would not stay gone!
They are dead, inanimate, lacking peace or strife,
The images erected, long after wars lost or won!
Can they convey the horror of sword upon bone?
There is no elegance in slaughter, no divine merit!
Only the dying, and the dead, seeking to atone…
Their spirits, seeking, like the way fireflies will flit.
Where had the peaceful times gone that I adored?
The scent of your lavender perfume so fleeting…
Yet eternal in my memory where all this is stored!
Mayhap, one day, we will meet again, in greeting.
Part Three: Risen Colors
Do others rise again from death as I have arisen?
Or is it uncommon, for one to recall their doom!
We all have many colors, just like unto a prism…
Shining brighter, than the rabbit high in the moon.
All light, all dark, and a multitude of vibrant hues,
The spirit glows with an aura only the gifted spy!
Where do all the colors go, when battle ensues?
They turn red as if all of nature men would deny.
Where is nobility, when honor is soon forgotten?
I strive for benevolence and let compassion rule.
Without love, the spirit of man becomes rotten…
As in the absence of kindness we do grow cruel.
The cross I once fought for was broken asunder,
Where the bones of the slain lay heaped around.
And though I fell, before the Shogun’s thunder…
My spirit would never remain long in the ground.
The colors of love rise like a rainbow, in glories,
Long after the smoke of war has fully dissipated.
There is much that is not recorded in old stories!
The truths I tell, only the truly wise have awaited.
As a child in that life, I remember this sparrow…
Which alighted on a branch I so held in my hand.
Like a miracle, and yet my sight was so narrow,
For I could not know the course of time’s sand!
It has been long since I laid aside my old sword,
And taken up the pen which touches other souls.
There is so much power in the sharing of a word,
Power, that even the author never truly controls!
When the sun set on the bygone era now passed,
None imagined I would rise with a distant morn!
But here I am, with knowledge I have amassed…
Pen in hand, yet of old battles my spirit still worn.
The age of the old wars has departed; I am glad!
Though the scent of lavender haunts me always…
Reminding me of you, sometimes making me sad.
A mark of my rebirth: that my soul ever displays!
What You Are Inside Of I
I see
your freeze frame
this picture's driving me insane
theres only part of you
that's showing
with half a name
I long to know you
invent new colour , alien hues
turn all the bad , golden
enable breathing on the moon .
Imagine floatation
we're absent
from rotation .
Orchestral notes are pitching high
we are like Kestrel's
in new skies
we could kiss Neptune
or Jupiter's eye
I am the octagon
but no sides lie
I roll and rock too
I've lived a lot of life
so I need to know you
before I go and die .
Take me away
to where new suns
light up your face
with an amethyst haze
that does eradicate
gone days .
The cool of ruby
and all red , is truly too me
the jewels that you have bled
and the food
you do feed too me
the words that I have read
walk around inside my head
sometimes they run instead
because of your athletic legs
if I could I'd replace
the dead stars in the sky
if it did so place
what you are
inside of I .
I see
your freeze frame
this picture's driving me insane
theres only part of you
that's showing
with half a name
I long to know you
invent new colour , alien hues
turn all the bad , golden
enable breathing on the moon .
Imagine floatation
we're absent
from rotation .
Orchestral notes are pitching high
we are like Kestrel's
in new skies
we could kiss Neptune
or Jupiter's eye
I am the octagon
but no sides lie
I roll and rock too
I've lived a lot of life
so I need to know you
before I go and die .
Take me away
to where new suns
light up your face
with an amethyst haze
that does eradicate
gone days .
The cool of ruby
and all red , is truly too me
the jewels that you have bled
and the food
you do feed too me
the words that I have read
walk around inside my head
sometimes they run instead
because of your athletic legs
if I could I'd replace
the dead stars in the sky
if it did so place
what you are
inside of I .
Just a speck
What am I to say
words are the only form I have
how else am I to convey
my feelings
my appealings
my wanting to show you the
colour of my ceilings
my desperate
my genuinely
articulate
my quite particular
you make the white
of my orbicular
turn from round
to a lenticular
true needings
your the tarot
to my deck
of true readings
I would like to be
the speck
of dust on your shelf
that caused a sneezing
anything would do
as long as it held a meaning .
These are all I have
just words to use
there not an attemption
to bemuse
nor a contemption
of you
you electricute
all of my past
into an ash
and down a forever gone shoot.
You pulse
through my mind
my thoughts convulse
turning me blind
your warmth it pulls
away my DNA
causing it to unwind
I wish to divulge
and be kind
but you tell me
that honesty
is hard to find
well honestly
hear this from me
you blow out
my f**king mind
and you
are the glue , to the bind
in the spine , that holds together
all that I , could ever
hope to possibly endeavour
to begin to search
within or without , whatever
I know that another day
never
shall I come across two
of you to ensue
with such fervour
as I do with you
I knew
from the second
I saw you .
Please don't wrongly take me
or strongly , foresake me
I aint a messed up crazy
that is just how you make me .
So what am I to say
when words are all I have
to convey .
What am I to say
words are the only form I have
how else am I to convey
my feelings
my appealings
my wanting to show you the
colour of my ceilings
my desperate
my genuinely
articulate
my quite particular
you make the white
of my orbicular
turn from round
to a lenticular
true needings
your the tarot
to my deck
of true readings
I would like to be
the speck
of dust on your shelf
that caused a sneezing
anything would do
as long as it held a meaning .
These are all I have
just words to use
there not an attemption
to bemuse
nor a contemption
of you
you electricute
all of my past
into an ash
and down a forever gone shoot.
You pulse
through my mind
my thoughts convulse
turning me blind
your warmth it pulls
away my DNA
causing it to unwind
I wish to divulge
and be kind
but you tell me
that honesty
is hard to find
well honestly
hear this from me
you blow out
my f**king mind
and you
are the glue , to the bind
in the spine , that holds together
all that I , could ever
hope to possibly endeavour
to begin to search
within or without , whatever
I know that another day
never
shall I come across two
of you to ensue
with such fervour
as I do with you
I knew
from the second
I saw you .
Please don't wrongly take me
or strongly , foresake me
I aint a messed up crazy
that is just how you make me .
So what am I to say
when words are all I have
to convey .
I'm Still A Man
There's this thing
called elation
I wait for
in frustration
I sit here
and I look at it
I fear
not being part of it
it's clear
although it can't be seen
it's dirty but I keep it clean
what I am
Is all I cannot be
you misunderstand
my point , my plan
if things don't work
I'm still a man
I do the best
with all I have
I have this zest
and yes I'm mad
but I through this
am not so bad
you are the bliss
I never had
as I confess
to this it's sad .
There is a time
in floatation
that's right
we boarded a train
at a station one night
and never again
can I see another light
you screwed up my brain
and made my thoughts tight
I love the insane
way you brought out
all bright .
My mental images
they gather around
looking for the pictures
to add to your sound
I miss you so much
I want to break down
I wish I could touch
I search through my memory dust
just hoping that I can so clutch
the past you left around .
I look through the air
to see
I can't
but you're there
with me
so far
to the extremity
don't bar
please , your feelings to me .
There's this thing
called elation
I wait for
in frustration
I sit here
and I look at it
I fear
not being part of it
it's clear
although it can't be seen
it's dirty but I keep it clean
what I am
Is all I cannot be
you misunderstand
my point , my plan
if things don't work
I'm still a man
I do the best
with all I have
I have this zest
and yes I'm mad
but I through this
am not so bad
you are the bliss
I never had
as I confess
to this it's sad .
There is a time
in floatation
that's right
we boarded a train
at a station one night
and never again
can I see another light
you screwed up my brain
and made my thoughts tight
I love the insane
way you brought out
all bright .
My mental images
they gather around
looking for the pictures
to add to your sound
I miss you so much
I want to break down
I wish I could touch
I search through my memory dust
just hoping that I can so clutch
the past you left around .
I look through the air
to see
I can't
but you're there
with me
so far
to the extremity
don't bar
please , your feelings to me .
None nothing nil
I wander like a ghost
Among the dying flowers
In the secret garden
I tend them no more
They don’t matter
I am just meandering
On paths carved before
When life was sweet
With vivid colours
Now I wander like a ghost
Waiting for what may come
A life ending
A new beginning
Who knows what goes beyond the grave
I am nothing
Just a shadow, a reflection
Of you who lies beneath the sod
My love.
I wander like a ghost
Among the dying flowers
In the secret garden
I tend them no more
They don’t matter
I am just meandering
On paths carved before
When life was sweet
With vivid colours
Now I wander like a ghost
Waiting for what may come
A life ending
A new beginning
Who knows what goes beyond the grave
I am nothing
Just a shadow, a reflection
Of you who lies beneath the sod
My love.
I can’t wait to play
With your lovely bones
And drink your blood
When it’s nice and fresh
And pouring from your
Neck.
I want to peel
Your flesh from your
muscle with little
hooks and wires.
I cant wait to pull your
Veins and arteries
So delicately
From your corpse
And hang them on my wall.
I’d love to make you
Go insane, make you fall
In love with me.
Then watch your eyes
Widen with betrayal
As I cut out your heart
And eat it,
Savor your flavor.
I want to string your
Intestines
Along my Christmas tree.
I dream of shaving your face
With my little cheese grater
And cut off
Every limb
And burn the stumps.
I want to pour acid
Down your throat
And use my scalpel
To carve this poem
into your chest.
I want to save the tears
You shed
And add them to my collection,
So I’ll always remember
Your agony.
With your lovely bones
And drink your blood
When it’s nice and fresh
And pouring from your
Neck.
I want to peel
Your flesh from your
muscle with little
hooks and wires.
I cant wait to pull your
Veins and arteries
So delicately
From your corpse
And hang them on my wall.
I’d love to make you
Go insane, make you fall
In love with me.
Then watch your eyes
Widen with betrayal
As I cut out your heart
And eat it,
Savor your flavor.
I want to string your
Intestines
Along my Christmas tree.
I dream of shaving your face
With my little cheese grater
And cut off
Every limb
And burn the stumps.
I want to pour acid
Down your throat
And use my scalpel
To carve this poem
into your chest.
I want to save the tears
You shed
And add them to my collection,
So I’ll always remember
Your agony.
How do I know
That you love me
When all you do
Is say it?
Words are air
They have no meaning
No root, no definite promise.
Words won't
make me happy.
How do I know if
I'm really yours
If all you do
Is say those
Three pathetic words?
Air, dust, nothing
Are what you give me
And I give up.
I'm leaving you,
Abandoning you,
Forgetting you.
Your words
Hurt because every
time you speak them
I know it's
Just air.
That you love me
When all you do
Is say it?
Words are air
They have no meaning
No root, no definite promise.
Words won't
make me happy.
How do I know if
I'm really yours
If all you do
Is say those
Three pathetic words?
Air, dust, nothing
Are what you give me
And I give up.
I'm leaving you,
Abandoning you,
Forgetting you.
Your words
Hurt because every
time you speak them
I know it's
Just air.
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< How do you eat a 900 lb elephant? >
That would be too easy since it would
be nice and tender (being only a year old).
The real challenge would be eating an
adult (8000 to 15000 pounds), so, let's eat
a 12000 lb one.
My cats eat about 2 lb a day (equivalent wet
food weight which more closely approximates
elephant flesh) so 12000 lbs at 2 lbs a day
would take them 6000 days which is 16 1/2 years
to finish.
So... cut up the elephant, freeze the pieces,
feed it to the cats for 16 1/2 years and then
eat the cats.
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http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhUjJ73jZso/Sa20LR1KBxI/AAAAAAAALfc/Gw7b-kJmmnE/s400/Elephant1.jpg
< How do you eat a 900 lb elephant? >
That would be too easy since it would
be nice and tender (being only a year old).
The real challenge would be eating an
adult (8000 to 15000 pounds), so, let's eat
a 12000 lb one.
My cats eat about 2 lb a day (equivalent wet
food weight which more closely approximates
elephant flesh) so 12000 lbs at 2 lbs a day
would take them 6000 days which is 16 1/2 years
to finish.
So... cut up the elephant, freeze the pieces,
feed it to the cats for 16 1/2 years and then
eat the cats.
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Anonymous
Park Bench
I sat on a park bench,
someone tossed me a crumb-
I cooed.
I sat on a park bench,
someone tossed me a crumb-
I cooed.
