phee Posted August 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted August 7, 2009 The night descends into the darkness moving downward like a raindrop fallen from your eyes watering the plants with a can you let me out of this prison of hate my job so much to give you my gentel rose of beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You dance in my dreams never come true enough to act upon a time to get moving truck full of our stuff it up your ass you twisted jerk off by myself in a blackened room for improvement is a good goal to have or have not. This bottle of pills box from the war of the roses cut too short on cash to buy this is almost all gone fishing be back in a little while longer to wait until the end of the movie is on tv. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bean Posted August 7, 2009 Report Share Posted August 7, 2009 Today, I die. Death, is me. I fall, broken. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simon Bar Sinister Posted August 7, 2009 Report Share Posted August 7, 2009 you quiet me with words like velvet and drain my life with your embrace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted August 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted August 7, 2009 Gun to my head brains paint the wall Lungs full of blackened air Go kill yourself five or six times you ape before you can be my friend Commit ritural suicide in a cool way... then I will talk to you Blood and skin and perfume and silver Scott Bakula rhymes with Count Dracula. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bean Posted August 7, 2009 Report Share Posted August 7, 2009 forgive these words though not in vain, my soul is lost, there's so much pain. These tears I cry, this blade, I wield, I slice my vein - bleed, it will. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the eternal Posted August 7, 2009 Report Share Posted August 7, 2009 You give me pain You're so enthralled. I felt so big. Now feel so small. My heart was red And now it's black. The pain was real. As heart attack. I was full. Of it all. I could stand. As ten feet tall. That knife of yours. It hit my vein. You made me feel so full of pain. The blood did gush Like waterfalls. I once had two. Full of goo That I would squirt all of you. You took my manhood You took it all. Befores was two. Now just one ball. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simon Bar Sinister Posted August 8, 2009 Report Share Posted August 8, 2009 one foot in the grave endlessly falling until I'm washed ashore bent and broken on the banks of the river Styx domo arigato Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scales Posted August 17, 2009 Report Share Posted August 17, 2009 You can hide in love, or hide in hate, you can hide in any emotional state, you can run and travel everywhere, indulging in wishes, greedy or fair. No matter how damaged you become, or what your life is in its total sum, not monsters, men, fools, or the cunning can stop the fact that death is coming. - Elmo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simon Bar Sinister Posted August 21, 2009 Report Share Posted August 21, 2009 Mother - you bore me now you just bore me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted September 8, 2009 Author Report Share Posted September 8, 2009 If we wonder and we feel, Why not? A character in a book who writes another. A fallen thing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bean Posted September 8, 2009 Report Share Posted September 8, 2009 splat! death. squish! death. deathy death death. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted September 8, 2009 Author Report Share Posted September 8, 2009 twilight was such a good movie. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
taysteewonderbunny Posted September 8, 2009 Report Share Posted September 8, 2009 Death eating crackers: nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simon Bar Sinister Posted September 8, 2009 Report Share Posted September 8, 2009 give him something to wash it down. wouldn't want him to choke. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
taysteewonderbunny Posted September 8, 2009 Report Share Posted September 8, 2009 give him something to wash it down. wouldn't want him to choke. He has a mug of putrefaction: gurgle gurgle gurgle gurgle gurgle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rev.Reverence Posted September 11, 2009 Report Share Posted September 11, 2009 Ugh... ....thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simon Bar Sinister Posted September 19, 2009 Report Share Posted September 19, 2009 i feel dead so dead there's no more left to bled Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scales Posted October 15, 2009 Report Share Posted October 15, 2009 Number 7 keeps smiling across the void separated from sea. Empty Cannisters complete me, empty Cannisters complete me, somewhere in the 1970's. Uncle, your a ghost in VHS ashes piled up on a desolate island of could be's forgotten well, welcome to the puddle scraped across the folding deviants, lonely devices chalk up the barren celebration to nowhere, strike me down in a million pieces for the somber infinity. Trivialities welcome the shaky treaty falling on through shoddy floors and beams of indifference, penned in victims, god awful ways to die and discover the power of that greed-- Number 7 pours its servant blood into the thin film of algae, discoloring what gates left in the backwards dream of heaven. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted October 16, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 16, 2009 Life.... A side scrolling video game with too many lava pits and spikes to be fair. Life... An adventure game that is so complicated that they need you to buy the stratagy game, which you now can't afford because the gave was so expensive. Life... If you manage to kill a boss, the princess is always in another castle. Life... If you defeat evil on normal, you get an uncool ending and it asks you to try again on hard to see the "real" ending. Life... All the achievements you unlock just suck. Life... It comes off pause at a moments notice and your character dies. Life... Every level is timed. Life... No good unless you can afford the expansion kit. Life... You hear the sequal will be better but the company is running into licencing issues and it will be delayed till next year. Life... Had a bug in it and had to be returned to the manufacturer. Life... Sucks unless you have HD. Life... The glowing rectangle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the eternal Posted October 21, 2009 Report Share Posted October 21, 2009 Number 7 keeps smiling across the void separated from sea. Empty Cannisters complete me, empty Cannisters complete me, somewhere in the 1970's. Uncle, your a ghost in VHS ashes piled up on a desolate island of could be's forgotten well, welcome to the puddle scraped across the folding deviants, lonely devices chalk up the barren celebration to nowhere, strike me down in a million pieces for the somber infinity. Trivialities welcome the shaky treaty falling on through shoddy floors and beams of indifference, penned in victims, god awful ways to die and discover the power of that greed-- Number 7 pours its servant blood into the thin film of algae, discoloring what gates left in the backwards dream of heaven. You're going to hate me for saying this, but this is better than most of the poetry from your other thread. It has symbolism that gives you a window into a relationship, and you can see what's transpiring to an extent, while still getting out of it different things. I feel that some of your poetry is a little heavy-handed, but this feels lighter, it breathes and allows the reader to inhabit your world rather than be strapped to a chair with your eyes peeled open as a doctor puts drops in your eyes so you can catch every word. I like it. Life.... A side scrolling video game with too many lava pits and spikes to be fair. Life... An adventure game that is so complicated that they need you to buy the strategy game, which you now can't afford because the gave was so expensive. Life... If you manage to kill a boss, the princess is always in another castle. Life... If you defeat evil on normal, you get an uncool ending and it asks you to try again on hard to see the "real" ending. Life... All the achievements you unlock just suck. Life... It comes off pause at a moments notice and your character dies. Life... Every level is timed. Life... No good unless you can afford the expansion kit. Life... You hear the sequel will be better but the company is running into licensing issues and it will be delayed till next year. Life... Had a bug in it and had to be returned to the manufacturer. Life... Sucks unless you have HD. Life... The glowing rectangle. You are amazing. I've said it before and I'll say it again. The best poetry is in this thread. Except the ones that are intentionally bad. Bad like Michael Jackson.. Bad like a Steven Seagal movie.. Bad like bad bad Leroy Brown Baddest man in the whole damn town Bigger than Ole King Kong Meaner than a Junkyard dog Bad like 96.3 played on repeat as an ingrown hair tickles your Prince Albert causing your penis to chafe and suddenly rubbing faster until it sets on fire And you're in the desert And there's nothing you can do to douse your flaming cock except for your mouth which has long since dried up and the only thing you can do is lie on the sand in a fetal position like you did with that girl in the back of your 95 Chevy Impala as you were reaching around trying trying trying trying to unhook that bra What the fuck Why do they make these things so difficult? ---and you're losing the mood and suddenly your finger gets stuck and she says "OUCH my back is starting to chafe" Chafe Chafe like the cock that has now set fire And has hardened so amazingly than now NOW you have an 8" inch firecracker blowing SOS signals into the sky And delerious you start fanning your balls so the flames get higher and reach a passing jet. Jet jet Are you going to be my girl by Jet was the song that was playing when you tried to unhook that bra of eternal chastity And she said "you'd have an easier time getting off in the desert" And she was right, because suddenly an explosion in the sky appears from a cannon of love that was meant to shoot off in her mouth But instead is rising in the air as a distress signal of mucus and blood A semen fireball against the crimson sun. Red on Red or rather red, white, and blue balls And you think, if only I could rewrite that night Everything would fall into place Instead of everything melting melting melting "I'm melting" you think If only there was a wizard A wizard? YES a wizard Not to give you a heart or a brain or courage but a fucking pail of water! I mean this is really starting to hurt! Hurt like a thousand bee stings Like a million termites entering your anus for Operation Code Brown: the Fecali Syndrome And you cry out "why why why" But no one is there No one was ever there EPIC FAIL on a life scale First your mother then your father then your friends then a bra strap They all failed you And now.... a pail of water a simple mixture hydrogen and oxygen cloud moisture glaciers Mountain springs How you can feel them now cleansing you and your flaming cock extinguished like Alan Cumming becoming Charlton Heston before your eyes AS You Fall As many have and yet None have You always knew you'd go out in a blaze of glory. But not like this And as you lay there Sand grains lining the inner layers of your epidermis and Eustachian tubes Staring at the Crispy Jack Links-smoked-sausage that was once your manhood You wonder you wonder if you could ever have avoided such a f-------- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scales Posted October 22, 2009 Report Share Posted October 22, 2009 You're going to hate me for saying this, but this is better than most of the poetry from your other thread. It has symbolism that gives you a window into a relationship, and you can see what's transpiring to an extent, while still getting out of it different things. I feel that some of your poetry is a little heavy-handed, but this feels lighter, it breathes and allows the reader to inhabit your world rather than be strapped to a chair with your eyes peeled open as a doctor puts drops in your eyes so you can catch every word. I like it. Thanks. No I'm not offended at all. I admit I do tend to naturally be more blunt with poems not noticing they might later sound cheesy or less effective to the reader. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted October 24, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 24, 2009 Missed call Menu options have changed Longer then normal wait time Unable to verify Does not match our records To end this call Thank you, thank you, thank you. We're sorry, we're sorry. Not a valid entry If you know your party's extention You have reached Enter it as it appears. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lillylu29 Posted November 10, 2009 Report Share Posted November 10, 2009 I cant help but wonder what it would be like to be in your arms and hold you tight I cant help but wonder what it would be like to hold your hand as we walked threw the sand I cant help but wonder what it would be like to hold you at night and tell you everything was alright I just wish you knew how I feel I just wish you knew this was real This is just to tell you that way I can heal....... I cant help but wonder what it would be like If you just gave me that one chance, I hope its tonight! I cant help but wonder what it would be like If we had that magical romance, that just feels so right. I cant help but wonder what it would be like If I gave you my Heart, would you be gental and not tear me apart! I just wish you knew how I feel I just wish you knew this was real This is just to tell you that way I can heal....... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the_fairy_gothmother Posted January 23, 2010 Report Share Posted January 23, 2010 She is the Vampire Her fangs were sharp Her skin was cold Her eyes could pierce a human soul Her love burned strong Her voice was song Her lust for blood forever strong Her name meant nothing for when she came Her victim became a lifeless frame Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted November 23, 2010 Author Report Share Posted November 23, 2010 *BUMP* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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