Baley Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 There's this Swedish girl I've always wanted to write about I've never met her, saw her picture once on an internet nerd forum Her boyfriend posted it, God, I hope she doesn't know Bout all the seed them virgins spewed all over it. I'm looking at you, Kirottu.
kirottu Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Busted! Damn! This post is not to be enjoyed, discussed, or referenced on company time.
Fionavar Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Art is fun - let's try to keep to this side of the barrier of making me do stuff - now back to our wee bit of the Bohemian Rhapsody ... /public service reminder The universe is change; your life is what our thoughts make it - Marcus Aurelius (161)
Cantousent Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Rage Soft Pulse Supple Violence Love The wind blows the long brown grass trees gently sway The darkness of my heart is gone driven far away by the inner peace of gentle thought I cannot see nor can I hear the soft hand divine but my relief from pain and gief this burden of mine is a gift given and gladly accepted My mind is small my will is weak my heart of fire is composed but the divine love is strong the doors of pain soon are closed and I find the peace that I seek Fionavar's Holliday Wishes to all members of our online community: Happy Holidays Join the revelry at the Obsidian Plays channel:Obsidian Plays Remembering tarna, Phosphor, Metadigital, and Visceris. Drink mead heartily in the halls of Valhalla, my friends!
julianw Posted July 7, 2006 Posted July 7, 2006 Neat thread. Some prime materials for me to plagiarize when I am in dire need to impress some girls.
Cantousent Posted July 7, 2006 Posted July 7, 2006 Use mkreku's bikini line. That's a winner. BTW: I've just read the TADS poetry thead. You swine! Fionavar's Holliday Wishes to all members of our online community: Happy Holidays Join the revelry at the Obsidian Plays channel:Obsidian Plays Remembering tarna, Phosphor, Metadigital, and Visceris. Drink mead heartily in the halls of Valhalla, my friends!
Baley Posted July 7, 2006 Posted July 7, 2006 There's honour in numbers they say And I realise this makes no sense And trust me I'd like it to make sense I really would Each morning when I take a piss And look in the mirror And see the same old mug Smiling at the same old schmuck In the same old clothes I'd like it to make sense So I could take my piss In peace And walk away.
Nartwak Posted July 7, 2006 Posted July 7, 2006 eldar wrote a poem here but read some poetry there and awoke
OLD SKOOL WHEELMAN Posted July 7, 2006 Posted July 7, 2006 It can't kill me, you know I'm already dead But I think it's coming for you, and it won't stop till it gets through, right through you So stop and take a look, because the clock is ticking, and he's picking his method new, if only I could lie with you, but he's a machine, he's just raging to get to you, to run you through, If only you could see. Can't you see? The words land dry and speechless, but soon you will lie with me. I don't care about anyone else, you're just a toy about to go back on the shelf, cause death is set in its ways There's its face, it's coming, it's still a beautiful day, and you just sit and smile, sit and smile, but you're on trial and you say, to which I quote, "Hello, mum." And she strikes you through! Right through you! I told you your mother was a bitch.
mkreku Posted July 7, 2006 Posted July 7, 2006 The Day After I look at my hands, My body is numb I try to stand up, My feet acting dumb. I glance at the bed, Realize my mistake A beautiful face, Turned out to be fake. I lower my eyes, Lingerie in a heap How did this happen? Oh sh!t, I'm in deep A diesel-like taste, Filling my mouth Run to the toilet, My head's going south "Can it get any worse?!", I scream at the loo Then Kirottu walks in, "Was it good for you too?" Swedes, go to: Spel2, for the latest game reviews in swedish!
Baley Posted July 7, 2006 Posted July 7, 2006 You're drawing circles And you know it Yet you keep on doing it Again and Again Circle after Circle Blue, Red, Yellow Chalk wasted on the pavement Breath in|Breath out You're still doing it After all these wasted years On wasted pavements You're still doing it Knowing it Loving it I'm sorry. "You know, you're right" I told my teacher yesterday She's about 40, fat, sluggish Had a little too much whiskey or little too much beer, God, I dunno She's aging badly and she knows it There's nothing worse on this earth than aging badly and knowing it I felt sorry for her as I talked and talked And she felt a little sorry for me, I think, That I was wasting my time talking to this fat old crow When there are thousands of young nimble birds Just waiting to be shot.
LoneWolf16 Posted July 8, 2006 Posted July 8, 2006 I am tired Let...me...sleep I'm not wired Let...me...sleep I'm gonna expire Let...me...sleep It's getting dire Let...me...sleep Isn't this deep? I had thought that some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, for they imitated humanity so abominably. - Book of Counted Sorrows 'Cause I won't know the man that kills me and I don't know these men I kill but we all wind up on the same side 'cause ain't none of us doin' god's will. - Everlast
Dark_Raven Posted July 8, 2006 Posted July 8, 2006 "A Therapy For Pain" I welcome death with open arms Her soft breath and simple charm Wandering through memories Takes my hand for me to see Tried so hard Tried so hard Echoes of Innocence Are my thoughts into dissent Tried so hard Tried so hard Tried so hard Tried so hard When we finally reach the end She lets go off my hand Walking into realms of light There will be no death tonight Tried so hard Tried so hard Tried so hard Tried so hard Hades was the life of the party. RIP You'll be missed.
Baley Posted July 8, 2006 Posted July 8, 2006 (edited) Lovewolf's satirising poetry! Haw. Haw. Haw. Do it again! Swiftly! This is not a joke. I repeat. Do it again! Are you Admirably Handsome, by the way? And an Admiral? We gotta know this, man. There are tears and there are bums and there's Jesus Look at Jesus boozing up the heavens And then there's me, and God am I pissed, bored and shocked That Jesus is just boozing up the heavens And I bet you're wondering what it all means Or maybe you're just pissed at me for being so bloody cryptic Well, I can't tell you what It means, because frankly I've got not idea Nor can I tell you anything about anything worthwhile Because frankly, I just don't know. There were 24 Virgin Girls in my grandmother's villiage I know this because I stayed up one night Counting them as they walked by my window You can tell, I guess, by the way they walk There's something in their walk And I tried proving it But teen girls are hard to talk to When you're only 8. Edited July 8, 2006 by Baley
LadyCrimson Posted July 8, 2006 Posted July 8, 2006 Rose are red violets are blue I think I can write a poem too. Although I fear it's likely true That my actual poety skills are poo. Still to my inner self I rally Fear not to rise and sally! I shall walk through this uncertain valley And thus escape doubt's frightful galley. “Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.” – Alan Watts
Baley Posted July 8, 2006 Posted July 8, 2006 Actually, I think you could win a competition with a poem like that, read about something similar on a forum once. What do you think about this one? There once was this poet who lived his entire life in one tiny room Which, like all tiny rooms, was rather small He didn't mind it though He said it was cute and just stopped giving a damn There was this phone in his room that never rang And a computer in his room he never plugged in And books, piles of books, he never read He just sat there, smiling at the ceiling with his eyes closed On an old bed he inherited from his aunt so many years ago Keeping a beat with his left foot to a music piece he recorded Years ago, when he was young and could still talk to me Using words, signs and winks. I should have visited him more often And talked to him even when he said no and started yelling at me Fighting me with his tiny white hands I should have forced him out of his tiny room And into the pub nearby Where everyone was happy And jolly. I should have bought him a cheap hooker or a drawing pad or something, God, I should have sang for him, like his mother used to when we were both young. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I should have been there.
LadyCrimson Posted July 8, 2006 Posted July 8, 2006 I think with some slight changes in meter, it'd make great lyrics for a song. Reading it I have this odd vision for a music video; it's very visually evocotive for me. “Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.” – Alan Watts
Baley Posted July 8, 2006 Posted July 8, 2006 Ah. Thank you. A lighter one now. On the telly, 3 AM, some big boobed host giving sex advise To bums so out of her league it's funny And I find myself here staring at this magnificent specimen Of plastic surgery and overall fakeness As she keeps on advising late-night virgins For fat bucks on National TV. And a tribute to our favourite camp entertainer. There's this old pimp I know, I see his mug all the time Doing videos and Ads on TV, chatting up young girls, Playing with his toy car like it was something of a trophy And we're all supposed to be so jealous And yet proud of this Nation's Son Who's made it big on TV and can now chill With all them other big names at the big name party He's a riot this pimp of hours, a national hero Wasted like all other national heroes On making us laugh.
LoneWolf16 Posted July 8, 2006 Posted July 8, 2006 I love you Baley....so here's some crappy, short poetry. :D The correct path to virtue Has forever been left un-tread Purported saints will argue And hew their favored paths instead I had thought that some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, for they imitated humanity so abominably. - Book of Counted Sorrows 'Cause I won't know the man that kills me and I don't know these men I kill but we all wind up on the same side 'cause ain't none of us doin' god's will. - Everlast
Baley Posted July 9, 2006 Posted July 9, 2006 Aww. The love story between a cowboy and an old woman Began like most stories do with a smile and a wink In some forgotten hellhole where old mares are still valued Despite their obvious drawbacks. Stiffness. I've written love poems before. And you need a good deal of alcohol, beer, wine, not important It's a symbol and you need this symbol to you through Because quite frankly, Love is the most obnoxious feeling in the free world. Ungrateful bitches and ungrateful dogs, blithering morons, Prancing around in their spandex tights powered By the holiness of love. Standing free like the shadow before the storm On the great Asian street vessels Where dingos eat dingos and dogs screw dogs and realise That not everything has to make sense Even just for a second Realise that sense Is the most overrated quality You're ever likely to find.
Cantousent Posted July 9, 2006 Posted July 9, 2006 I want an upbeat poem, you latter day beatniks! How about: Ode to a glass of passion tea mixed with juice: I love my passion tea mixed with juice It's a damn without a sluice Intead the water there flows irate and my thirst does thus abate Fionavar's Holliday Wishes to all members of our online community: Happy Holidays Join the revelry at the Obsidian Plays channel:Obsidian Plays Remembering tarna, Phosphor, Metadigital, and Visceris. Drink mead heartily in the halls of Valhalla, my friends!
Baley Posted July 9, 2006 Posted July 9, 2006 I've just had a glass of wine And Sweet Jesus There's nothing better at 7 am Than a glass of wine straight from the fridge's mouth And now, honestly, I'm gonna be eating my pudding, Like a good boy.
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