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Think of a bee

You are its knees

Can I come round tuesday please?

 

:LOL:

 

love won,

soul lost,

my head feels like it weighs a tonne,

time to pack up, i feel crossed.

 

love lost,

soul won,

now i've been freed of the cost.

time to get dressed, have some fun.

 

yayyyy, :happy:

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There was a badger called fred,

Who had a rather large head.

He jumped in a hole

Where he met a fine mole,

Who said "you've sat on my wife, she's quite dead."

 

:happy:

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There was a badger called fred,

Who had a rather large head.

He jumped in a hole

Where he met a fine mole,

Who said "you've sat on my wife, she's quite dead."

 

:happy:

 

Aw dude, you didn't write that! :LOL: It's awesome!

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And the clock tolls nine.

I tap my foot against the hard wood floor.

Utterly stuck and utterly alone.

The sound of the ticking reverberates against the walls.

It echoes until it is one loud note in my ears.

But then it becomes an undertone and I sit there.

Utterly stuck and utterly alone.

Looking down upon the blank sheet, I realize I will always be stuck.

The story is going nowhere.

Getting up to leave, the clock tolls ten.

I walk out the room, leaving the paper all alone with the lonesome ticking.

 

Haha, I think we can rule poetry out of my future. :p

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And the clock tolls nine.

I tap my foot against the hard wood floor.

Utterly stuck and utterly alone.

The sound of the ticking reverberates against the walls.

It echoes until it is one loud note in my ears.

But then it becomes an undertone and I sit there.

Utterly stuck and utterly alone.

Looking down upon the blank sheet, I realize I will always be stuck.

The story is going nowhere.

Getting up to leave, the clock tolls ten.

I walk out the room, leaving the paper all alone with the lonesome ticking.

 

Haha, I think we can rule poetry out of my future. :p

 

Hehe, its kinda just prose with liberal use of the enter key. :LOL: Nice vocab, just not much of a poem.

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There once was a man quite unsavory,

who kept his vicar in slavery.

With lecherous howls,

he'd bugger young owls,

that he kept in an underground avery.

 

Hehehe

Like that a lot

:happy:

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Why not,

I'll give it a shot..

 

There was once a woman named Jannie

who liked to whip young men's fannies

she smacked them a lot

and when it was hot

she'd wave her fan at their mannies..

 

:facepalm:

:noey:

 

I'm sending that one to Shelby of Sound and Fury. They like dirty limericks lol

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it's so sunny,

life, isn't funny,

want to kick a wall,

punch someone in the balls.

oh what a shit, is life.

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Hehe, its kinda just prose with liberal use of the enter key. :LOL: Nice vocab, just not much of a poem.

 

Haha! Like I said, I think we can rule poetry out of my future..

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Idealizations seem obscene,

Now that I have heard your truth.

Like cutting open a brand new tree,

To find out it has many rings.

What I wanted for the tree,

Is wrong and not quite right for me.

Or buying a puppy for Christmas time,

And you get tired of walking it.

The puppy needs a lot of work,

You love the puppy very much.

When O so perfect something seems,

On top of all life's problems teems.

But mine is no hound or elder yew.

Alas, my little problem's you.

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Love and me, we just don't mix

And trust is away without leave

And Life is the guy who creeps up behind you,

Just when you think that you're free

 

Haha I don't have a poetic bone in my body. But that's me in a nutshell :p

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I rattled this off in my little notebook in about five minutes earlier. It's the first time I've written something like this in ages but as usual I ignore most poetic conventions :LOL:

 

 

Remember, remember

When we were young

Oh remember we’d play beneath

The setting sun

 

And I’d warn against

All those risks you took

Until you fell as you

Skipped into the brook

 

Won’t you walk with me again?

Walk with me, take back

Those days

Walk with me again and

Tell me that you’re still safe.

Just walk with me again.

 

Oh come away, come

Away from there

HE isn’t the one who

Truly cares

 

So close to the edge

I could see you were scared

The wind carried that sigh

Your final breath

 

Won’t you walk with me again?

Can’t we share all the secrets

We used to share.

Walk with me again

It’s so cold now you’re gone

And it’s me, I’m scared.

 

Those autumn leaves

Lie undisturbed as I

Drag my boots beneath my skirts

So many golds and browns, the red

I’ll save as it is

Swept by the breeze

To a watery grave

 

Come back to me again.

I’m standing on the edge

Save me from this fate

A chasm that bears my name

Come back and

Walk with me again.

 

 

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I rattled this off in my little notebook in about five minutes earlier. It's the first time I've written something like this in ages but as usual I ignore most poetic conventions :LOL:

 

 

Remember, remember

When we were young

Oh remember we’d play beneath

The setting sun

 

And I’d warn against

All those risks you took

Until you fell as you

Skipped into the brook

 

Won’t you walk with me again?

Walk with me, take back

Those days

Walk with me again and

Tell me that you’re still safe.

Just walk with me again.

 

Oh come away, come

Away from there

HE isn’t the one who

Truly cares

 

So close to the edge

I could see you were scared

The wind carried that sigh

Your final breath

 

Won’t you walk with me again?

Can’t we share all the secrets

We used to share.

Walk with me again

It’s so cold now you’re gone

And it’s me, I’m scared.

 

Those autumn leaves

Lie undisturbed as I

Drag my boots beneath my skirts

So many golds and browns, the red

I’ll save as it is

Swept by the breeze

To a watery grave

 

Come back to me again.

I’m standing on the edge

Save me from this fate

A chasm that bears my name

Come back and

Walk with me again.

 

 

 

Ahh that is really sweet.

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Ahh that is really sweet.

 

Thanks, it's not really based on anything that happened to me. I just like telling stories.

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You let go and I'll let go,

Did you hear? loosen your grip.

You are not aware, I know,

if you release me I will slip.

 

Let me fall now, and I'll let you fall.

 

 

Really short, but feeling emotional today, this place is like therapy!

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My elbow is pretty

My elbow is cool

My elbow got hurt when I fell in the pool.

My elbow is awesome

My elbow is fun

My elbow got burned in the hot, hot sun.

:D (Please try to remember this was just off the top of my head. Yes, I know it's genius.:rolleyes:)

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time spent,

well wasted,

in your arms,

they're my haven.

 

you're gone,

disappeared,

only the memories,

can i feel.

 

please return,

i miss you

I'll never learn

to let go.

 

 

:(

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Sometimes,

Standing in the sunlight

Is all you can do

 

And crossing your heart

Placing your hands on each shoulder

And breathing deep

 

Is the only way to keep the world turning

 

Hold on for tomorrow, honey

And the sun will slip back into your soul

 

-- I promise --

 

 

Gurh. I need to stop procrastinating. What a Freudian, (and ludicrously vainglorious) slip I make when I write down the first thing in my brain. Ah well. All's fair on uh, the Museboard...

 

(i.e. I'm slightly psycho and a bit worried about a friend of mine and yeah)

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Sometimes,

Standing in the sunlight

Is all you can do

 

And crossing your heart

Placing your hands on each shoulder

And breathing deep

 

Is the only way to keep the world turning

 

Hold on for tomorrow, honey

And the sun will slip back into your soul

 

-- I promise --

 

 

Gurh. I need to stop procrastinating. What a Freudian, (and ludicrously vainglorious) slip I make when I write down the first thing in my brain. Ah well. All's fair on uh, the Museboard...

 

(i.e. I'm slightly psycho and a bit worried about a friend of mine and yeah)

 

This actually brought a little tear to my eye:$

Really nice sentiment.

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