i am waiting
there is no time
there are many who write
there are some who rhyme
there is a presence
feeling about
i know not what i am sure of
i only know there is doubt
sometimes in the morning
when the earth smells so sweet
so little time for reflection
must get out on the street
to the place of employment
do what has to be done
always feeling the pressure
always under the gun
can't wait to leave in the evening
hating the slugs up ahead
finally at home in your castle
feeling the warmth of your bed
repeating the same thing each morning
doing the same thing each night
ask why the cycle keeps repeating
saying i don't know it just seems right

wow. that's really good.

i cant even sit here in my room and type into a quick reply
a simple, sweet spontanious lullaby
youve sucked it all right out of my limbs
the are limp with dissapointment.

i thought that rhonda burne was right
that if i gave thanks for you every night
you'd appear on the scenes
stepping out of my dreams
but the universe must have forgotten my address.

just one hour of the day
with you
is what i need to stay line
in this world, oh girl
cause you're the only one i need
one hour is all i really need
say you will stay with me forever
tonite
cause i love you
my feelings are true
can't you see
that we were meant to be

im a dipstick shitlick
look at me LOOK AT ME
look away i make you sick

im a dumptruck assfuck
hate me hater HATE ME
pity me for my bad luck

your the WORSTest im the BESTest
say my name my name is _________

given the circumstances
the only way in
is out
given the circumstances
the only way to hold on
is to let go
given the circumstances
the only way to have it all
is to give everything

J--

Would you mind turning down your signature about seven or eight notches?

TIA

Yours,

Can I second that request? It's your right of course to have what you like there, but it's a little like getting shouted at every time your post comes up. It kind of detracts from your posts a little imo.


Oh btw, LOL Flint.

I just posted this on AG
 

the fat lady sings
the fat lady flings
poo in your face
a shoe in the space
that you call your anus
this thread is heinous
if we hacked you to pieces
nobody would blame us

__________________

...it was in response to a thread that irritated me.

this is fun
 

You may ask, why are my poems so mean-spirited? Let's say, for the sake of argument, that one of the moderators actually moderated around here a little (fat chance) and :::flips a coin::: Bruce called me out. I'd say:

ding-dong dildo my name is Bruce
and I know the truth, but I wasted my youth
on bible-thumping and goat-ass humping
I spend my days conclusion-jumping

Curious. What would you have him moderate more of?

your butt?

ok I'll answer for you.

How about bad poem writers attacking others. Stupid thread writers attacking others and dumb clones with even dumber answers and people who just can't seem to grow up.

dumb

i knew you'd get all bent about that. I was gonna say 'your face' but i thought that was a little too harsh. i figured if i said 'your butt' that you might get the joke and laugh with me. (ps...I'm Flunt)

ease up, cookie.

here's a poem about taking the heat:

roses are red, violets are blue
take a joke, you crazy slut.

[quote=lumberjim;381875]i knew you'd get all bent about that. I was gonna say 'your face' but i thought that was a little too harsh. i figured if i said 'your butt' that you might get the joke and laugh with me. (ps...I'm Flunt)

oh I knew who flunt is and all your other names. I know your M.O and your car saleman tactics.


take your alter egos and shove them up your ass please

you are fucked up in the head

you project your obssessions and irrational fears

I am sick of you and people who think like you. Liers and freaks.