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Your hair is dry and brittle.

Your tongue is weak and wet.

Your neck is hard and roughly veined.

With you I never get.

 

My arms crushed and bruised you.

My brain was hard and dumb.

My thoughts of you were nether in life,

Toilet-trained and numb.

 

Our love was weak and meaningless.

Our hate was strong and true.

We'll never and never nevermore.

Know that side, of me, or of you.

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This is for the optimistic bunch in here :stunned:

Blind minds strike me,

Force me to agree,

So I stand back,

Get them back on track,

And I'm taken down,

So very far down,

Red heat,

An eerie beat,

And yes,

The devil, I will caress.

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I fail at poetry. :LOL:

 

All these lights we've never seen

Have blinded us for many years.

But I walked away

With spots in my eyes,

Hoping that one day

These lights would die.

 

I had to write a poem for my English class about what I wanted for valentine's day. It was surprisingly well-received. here it is:

 

I want a gun.

I want it semi-automatic and black.

I want a Smith & Wesson revolver like the one

in the movie I saw last night

in the theater with a large, blinding light

that flashes all night long and exacerbates my insomnia.

I want to engrave my name in each bullet

with a needle and a lighter.

Crude lettering that's hard to decipher

blown to bits and pieces on your red, luxurious carpet.

Be not deceived;

I will not be mocked;

For whatsoever a man soweth,

that shall he also reap.

I want to show you the gun that will bring you down to Earth.

I want to see your eyes bulge with fear and

hear your pleads full of guilt.

My fingers will mold to the grip

and my index will inch slowly toward the trigger

as you mold to the earth and inch slowly toward your mother.

I want you to feel all the pain you've caused.

I want you to cry like the woman who's lost her child

and the soldier not ready to leave home.

I want to blow your crown to pieces and

shoot you off your high horse

down to the gutters

with the victims of your crime.

You and all the rest

who flourish over time.

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Guest QueenOfNerds

What am I doing here,

put my boot upon the table,

I don't belong, that much is clear,

and I will leave here when I'm able.

I'm in love with a ghost,

a ghost who does not want me,

enter me I'll be your host,

when you've sapped me dry you'll be free.

Made me forget about myself,

but I can't avoid it forever,

I'll put that part upon the shelf,

sure we'll never be together.

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Armadillo slingshot explosions lend a helping hand to rodent orphan refugees

scattered about in miscellaneous foxholes pretending to be Elton John impersonators

belonging to blonde cults of miscellaneous fiendish calf riding coalescing cast aways inside tents of blonde beckoning night feeling out of sight puffing on blonde cigarettes with the cast of friends while toting blondish blue guns made of plastic chests.

 

hmmm... More of a newspaper headline but whateva. I'll call it a poem. :D.

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The Carnival.

 

There was a mighty dog,

Who always had the first say,

And he barked.

 

Then a sheep came along,

But the odd thing was,

He barked too.

 

Then a monkey came,

And when he saw that the sheep

And the dog were both barking,

He barked too.

 

Soon there was a carnival

A carnival of animals,

And all of them were barking.

Lions and tigers were barking.

Snails and worms were barking.

Whales and dolphins were barking.

Orangutans and armadillos were barking

Ameobas and staphylococcus aureuses were barking.

 

And it was the most boring carnival ever,

Because when the children saw a cute lion cub,

It barked.

And when they saw a playful monkey,

It barked.

And when they saw an intelligent dolphin,

It barked.

They all barked in their faces.

And their barks were very intimidating and annoying.

So everybody had no choice but to bark too.

 

Except for me.

I do not bark.

I sing.

 

:eek:. Almost like something you'd read in the bible! It's awesome.

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For sh**s and giggles;

 

Walk down the dusty lane with me

Theres so much of this world we're yet to see

I'll hold your hand, you'll hold mine

it's just me and you, me and you in this life

 

Thats all i could come up with, the other verse i tried sucked even more :)

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For sh**s and giggles;

 

Walk down the dusty lane with me

Theres so much of this world we're yet to see

I'll hold your hand, you'll hold mine

it's just me and you, me and you in this life

 

Thats all i could come up with, the other verse i tried sucked even more :)

 

Very sweet:happy:

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New poem I wrote:

 

Fat farmers and his chickens,

Fat farmers and his chickens,

Fat farmers he eat a sausages,

Fat farmers he eat a ham,

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Stranded

 

 

Cold water

Surrounded by dark

Floating on the surface

Clinging to tree bark

 

I look around

Hoping someone will see

The seemingly lifeless

pitiful me

 

With no one around

And no end in sight

I decide it's time

To give up this fight

 

My arms give out

I start to go down

No use to struggle

I slowly drown..

 

I shot up in my bed

Looking all around

Your clothes are

Still piled on the ground

 

Turning on my side

My eyes do not deceive

The glorious sight

Of watching you breathe

 

You slowly move over

Till you're close as can be

A pair of strong arms

Are wrapped around me

 

My fingers running

Through your hair

As i drift off to sleep

Without a care

 

The nightmare is over

Now happiness in store

Your smell reassures me

That I am stranded no more

 

---------------

 

thanks for your time!!

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Guest QueenOfNerds

Very nice ^^

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you, boy, you and me,

that is all i wish to see.

your arms, and mine, wrapped so tight,

happiness, soaring like a great height.

in darkness, before that first glance,

under the moonlight, we begin to dance.

i wish that you could one day see,

that you and i are meant to be.

 

 

 

 

:'(

 

 

I've wanted him for soooo freaking long.

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to watch your fingers as they glide across the wooden surface.

you glance backward at me the blue of your eyes twinkle at me.

I feel the weakness in my knees at the sound of your beautiful voice, I am bewitched and ensnared forever.

Take me hold me, together we will watch the world and be blissful in the secret knowledge of our love.

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The air -- heavy

with the smell of grass and sunlight

smoke dissolving -- prayers

to an indifferent heaven

you watch me -- sky-coloured eyes

more than the sum of my parts:

She told me this would happen -- I wonder

would you stop me from disappearing?

 

 

Idk. Just... blah.

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Take me as I am..

 

Is my smile a bit crooked?

My hair out of place?

Nose too large

Distorting my face?

No beauty queen body

Just average at best

These small things and all the rest

So if you look the other way

Or if you have a plan

I will not change for no one

So take me as I am

 

---------------------------

 

 

Special

 

Honest caring sweet and true

There to pick you up when you're feeling blue

The voice of an angel

A meaning to a song

This heavenly body can do no wrong

The light of a star

That is seen by few

This piece is called special

And this one's for you

 

 

that's it for now.......................

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A new poem I wrote:

 

Jail Of The Remord

 

Terry Frances was a clever man,

Up to no good, but always with a plan,

Feeding his enemies with puzzles and games,

Terry Frances avoided the bars and the chains,

 

Whilst planning his next move,

Of which the Police did not approve,

A ghost named Heartless,

Came to visit Mr. Frances,

 

"I am here to kill you,"

Said the ghost, his body all askew,

"Well that's a bit harsh"

Said Terry, then ran away fast.

 

The END!

Edited by Nimpo46

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A new poem I wrote:

 

Jail Of The Remord

 

Terry Frances was a clever man,

Up to no good, but always with a plan,

Feeding his enemies with puzzles and games,

Terry Frances avoided the bars and the chains,

 

Whilst planning his next move,

Of which the Police did not approve,

A ghost named Heartless,

Came to visit Mr. Frances,

 

"I am here to kill you,"

Said the ghost, his body all askew,

"Well that's a bit harsh"

Said Terry, then ran away fast.

 

The END!

 

In all seriousness I actually love this. :stunned:

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Guest QueenOfNerds

Has the illusion left me?

closed the door behind me.

Is it over? life resumes agian,

same old same old all the same.

I held your hand, but never did.

Kissed your lips, but never did.

Here I am again left wanting,

an illusion, who cares not for my name.

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What a shame,

Locked in her room,

The puzzles on the wall,

The writings on the floor,

Its such a shame,

She smiles and laughs.

 

I kinda got more, but I got rather carried away and droned on for like...3/4 More stanzas...

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What a shame,

Locked in her room,

The puzzles on the wall,

The writings on the floor,

Its such a shame,

She smiles and laughs.

 

I kinda got more, but I got rather carried away and droned on for like...3/4 More stanzas...

 

That one's lovely. :happy: I really do like that one.

 

--

 

I have a neck with a mole on it!

There's nothing better than that!

 

Jonny has pale skin and glasses,

He's very good at school, he is!

 

I have a neck with a mole on it!

There's nothing better than that!

 

Eliza's a ginger, she's funny,

When she laughs she snots everywhere!

 

I have a neck with a mole on it!

There's nothing better than that!

 

Bill doesn't like hugs or touching,

And keeps the green blocks in a row!

 

I have a neck with a mole on it!

There's nothing better than that!

 

Sarah has dark skin and hair

Like the hungry people on TV.

 

I have a neck with a mole on it!

There's nothing better than that!

 

--

 

(Bleh, I have serious writer's block, that took about 15 mins, I don't like it.)

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