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Poets Corner pt 2!
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| mezzir |
i miss that thread from way back, and seeing as i just wrote a song, i'll post it for the hell of it
see what other writers we got here (besides krysta :p)
Flat Tires and Open Fires
The bed sheets laid in satin
Flower petals
Lead the way
Candlelight and incense
The perfect night planned
They’ll waste the night away
He paces by the kitchen
Where the phone will ring
Anticipating the release of all this tension built today
But the nervous warring glare
Upon the entry stairs
Doesn’t ease the scene at all
She’s sitting in the breakdown lane
Tears parade her pounding veins
She’s got a secret but she’s not telling anyone her plight
And the riddle won’t be solved
Still he’s waiting for her call
but who could have the heart
to let down the one you love
in this race to find a purpose
we get lost along the way
any ideals that have surfaced
fall and sink beneath the waves
when faced with death or glory
we’ll kill just to survive
we’ll turn on friends and family
anything to feel alive
he’s slowly getting tired
of waiting on his knees
helpless as he feels he knows
the bottle tends to ease
quickly he deserts her
and all hope of the night
he turns upon himself
thinking something isn’t right
well maybe its me he says
maybe he’s not so wrong
but he can’t hear the phone ring
it rings all night long
her tears turn into passion
the passion that inspires
slaves to kill their masters
this is no passion to admire
all she wants is comfort
in the worst night of her life
but the only one she wants is off with
someone else’ wife
in this race to find a purpose
we get lost along the way
any ideals that have surfaced
fall and sink beneath the waves
when faced with death or glory
we’ll kill just to survive
we’ll turn on friends and family
anything to feel alive |
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| Aiwendil |
You're all a bunch of stiffy stiffersons.
I tried to think of something to write here
But all that I thought of was rhyme
So sit back in your chair and lend an ear
I'm going to waste your good time
I like to read and I like to look
At things I think are beautiful
Nothing is as good as a good book
And the stars in the sky are plentiful
I also like music as you well know
It can be fiery, passionate, and warm
As well as cold like winter snow
And does us all no harm
In fact some say it's good for you
Classical makes you smart
Finding that is what you must do
Because Techno makes you fart
So when I listen to Carl Craig
His Detroit influence abound
I always smell a rotten egg
And nobody stays around |
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| Vivid Boy |
Nice feet
from ur heal to ur instep i really like ur feet
so small so smooth so tender and PETITE!
so wrap ur toes around my johnsson cause its time to beat my MEAT! |
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| Omega_Blue |
this is a sick flow that i made up..
Oranges.
by Omega.
I would really like to eat an orange.
maybe... maybe... behind a doorhinge.
i'd like to keep them up in storage.
and eat them while i watch some pornage.
so while you eat your beloved orange,
keep me in mind- since I'm eating porridge;
I'd love to eat that elusive orange,
..........but now i must go.
AND YOU GUYS SAY THAT NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE. PSHHHAW |
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| DarkAngel |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
Nice feet
from ur heal to ur instep i really like ur feet
so small so smooth so tender and PETITE!
so wrap ur toes around my johnsson cause its time to beat my MEAT! |
I love it. :haha: |
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| Aiwendil |
Electro is what I hear
Electro is coming near
Mechanical madness from sea to sea
Robots battling in the sky
Beaming lasers from on high
Voltron's got nothing on me
Break the beat and beep the beep
Skin the fish and shear the sheep
Technology advances at unseen rates
Big sky city in the air
Home to scientists with crazy hair
Android heads in giant crates
Waiting to be put together
With accuracy that wouldn't stir a feather
Soon my friend they'll do our bidding
Roaming far across the land
Synthesizers in their hand
To make this music as is so fitting
Electro is what I hear
Electro is coming near
Elektrokute the synthesizer
Make it a colostomizer
Wielded by evil Robomen
Off the assembly ten by ten
Their glowing eyes are very red
Like the monster that lives under your bed
But these monsters only want to do
What makes you shake your boogaloo
A breakbeat and a whooshing sound
Makes your feet go round and round
Robomen deserve our thanks
For making us wiggle our flanks
Even though their hearts be cold
And in some cases very old
Made from junk metal and spare parts
Discovering the secret of lost musical arts
They know it's more fun to compute
Than to make trance music their pursuit
This post dedicated to beats and beeps! May he live on in our memory banks and in all our shiny metallic hearts! :haha: |
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| Mr. Pink |
Here's something I wrote freshman year of college....can you tell i was learning about german idealism? :haha:
A Nihilistic No-tion of Nothing:
Rocking in no chair, "I"
Dumb to timeless ticks of never's clock,
Half stand and half sit.
Nature's existance poofs out of sight
With a black flash.
The never beginning, time defying flash
Of what never was and what would never be.
I sat there not rocking in no chair.
Wasting nothing, wasthing the me "I" never was. |
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| wwu.punisher |
There once was a man from Nantucket...
Awe, it...
Hey, I rhymed and didn't mean it!
I bet you never would have seen it...
Had I not pointed it out,
You would have continued to click your way out...
Of this ridiculous ing thread.
(And I wish the thread creator were dead.) |
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| Stilez |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
Nice feet
from ur heal to ur instep i really like ur feet
so small so smooth so tender and PETITE!
so wrap ur toes around my johnsson cause its time to beat my MEAT! |
:toothless |
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| Mr. Pink |
posting poetry in this forum is asking for a flame.
i did it, but no one really takes poetry seriously in here....or maybe they just dont want to.
but still.
lol
next time ill just spit a gay little rhyme :stongue: |
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