Rose's are red, Violet's are blue
Rose is alive, Violet's worm poo
Both did bad drugs, Rose went for blow
Violet was hard, she chose the snow.

That's ...

very colorful, monster.

Isn't it late - where you are?

Monster I liked that. It cheered me up after reading jeb's heartbreaker.

Jeb, that was a really lovely poem.

I came in yesterday at lunch to post a poem. It was just after Jeb had posted, and I couldn't write anything after reading his.

I still can't.

I wrote this in the shower this morning...
 

"Internet Breakup "



looking back on a lifetime
of hyperlinks, youtubes,
and jokes about boobs
where a grammar nazi's
potshot sees our way into
a world of webby wideness

inside this heart of mine
I still recall the valentine
"I choo-choo-choose you"
and I never thought I’d ever lose you
with references that clever, I thought
the good times might last forever

we wept when Dubya was elected
wept together and bared our souls
though of course, we never slept together
except, in our imaginations, in text
vicarious instant message quotations
our sad simulations of actual sex

so maybe it's better this way, maybe
we're better off as friends, alone
and in the end…





we'll always have bananaphone

Inspired by IOTD (but could have other interpretations)

"To be on a satellite,
or on a ship
that does a satellite become,
is to know the attraction
for a planet
but never to know the touch;
endlessly to fall -
yet endlessly to miss."

So saying, the professor leaped to his
apparently
senseless

life

And while expecting 'death'
so many others

died.

The Cellar

Down here
Dark things can thrive
The sort of things
You wouldn't want in your soup

Down here
Strong things can grow
Out of the light
But honest as the day

Down here
I have been helped
I have been liked
And I have shown my minge

lol I must have missed the minge post sg:P

"I Steal Ideas From The Internet"
 

I steal ideas from the internet

if all the anonymous shmoes
I chose to plagarize, arose
to gouge out my eyes

I'd hide inside the Cellar,
bide my time, for months,
as a friendly feller, disguised
to blend in with you ċunts

I missed that post, Precious. Would you post that screen shot for me? Or were you lying about that, too?

Stop it... just fucking stop it.

As I painted the deck
I could hear the squirrels
chirping out some morse code

As I wondered the text
I could see the squirrels
reporting on my home

"Big nut spotted, near the nest
on the flat branches, called decks

Using a false fluffy tail
To spread out poo from a pail"

One Tuesday morning, when the fog was gloomy glum
I thought to myself, it's time for a new poem
Something cleansing, something fresh. something so brand new
Something so way out there, eclipsing all the poo

Sadly there the process stopped, brain was all fogged up
No wowness to be found inside a coffee cup
So you read with hopes all raised, waiting for the joke
Only to reach the end and realise there's no hope.

An anticlimax, I'm all done, ....well just about
I forgot one important thing I oughta shout
Whenever you feel down, depressed, or just sick
For the love of cock, don't forget to eat a dick.

my work here is done.

monday it was 88 degrees
i sweated and wished there was a breeze
today it was 50 degrees
i shivered and wished i didn't where my white tee

october
signs of global warming?
what the hell
though that movie was alarming
al gore