copy and paste, add a line or two or a quatrain as it comes...nuthin too fancy, no dice clay quotes please
To feel the wind coming from miles away
bitter and breathing like God
and robbing the things i had wanted to say
this feeling is nothing but odd
I imagine a face to face, spoken confrontation; getting fired or a break-up.
Stuttering, reeling, I struggle to protest,
To save myself with eloquent pleas
The gelid wind swirls up and steals words from my chest
Their unuttered souls float away on the breeze
Squalls and flames and email have failed
to quell his existentialist droning;
'pon fruits and horses and children he dwells,
with the wife that he's not boning.
[SIZE=1]so sorry now i'm gonna die[/SIZE]
among august pontifications, my mind often feels adrift
amidst these strange logicians, fallacies undone
this thread is a good idea, yet very robert smith
i fought desires to copy/paste, am i the only one?
thats what i meant with the copy paste thing :)
|
V
like this:
To feel the wind coming from miles away
bitter and breathing like God
and robbing the things i had wanted to say
this feeling is nothing but odd
Stuttering, reeling, I struggle to protest,
To save myself with eloquent pleas
The gelid wind swirls up and steals words from my chest
Their unuttered souls float away on the breeze
Squalls and flames and email have failed
to quell his existentialist droning;
'pon fruits and horses and children he dwells,
with the wife that he's not boning.
among august pontifications, my mind often feels adrift
amidst these strange logicians, fallacies undone
this thread is a good idea, yet very robert smith
i fought desires to copy/paste, am i the only one?
You broke your own rules, lumblumb. Yer sposta add 2^k (k=0..2) lines to the pasting.
Originally posted by Bitman
You broke your own rules, lumblumb. Yer sposta add 2^k (k=0..2) lines to the pasting.
actually, i didnt want to add anything this soon, i was just trying to clarify the format i had envisioned....to copy and paste the previous entry, so that the entire poem is there and growing as each entry is made.
lumbum?! have we met?
To feel the wind coming from miles away
bitter and breathing like God
and robbing the things i had wanted to say
this feeling is nothing but odd
Stuttering, reeling, I struggle to protest,
To save myself with eloquent pleas
The gelid wind swirls up and steals words from my chest
Their unuttered souls float away on the breeze
Squalls and flames and email have failed
to quell his existentialist droning;
'pon fruits and horses and children he dwells,
with the wife that he's not boning.
among august pontifications, my mind often feels adrift
amidst these strange logicians, fallacies undone
this thread is a good idea, yet very robert smith
i fought desires to copy/paste, am i the only one?
No, I'm not the only one, the answer appears
I the Asshat will save you from your fears
In editing this poem with much haste
I did not forget to cut-n-paste....