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Hickory dickory dock

Three mice ran up the clock

The clock struck two

And the last one escaped with minor injuries

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Heheh I like that Sassy, clever ;)

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I dont take the credit for these ones, but they are great. Lol.

 

R0535 4R3 R3D

V10L375 4R3 8LU3

1337 P037RY 5UCK5

8U7 50 D0 Y0U

 

________________

 

Roses are red

Violets are blue

But in Soviet Russia

The poems write you

 

__________________

 

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Im way too drunk

To have sex with you

 

_________________

 

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Make me a sandwich

Or your eye will be too

 

__________________

 

 

 

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Demented as this is it just came to my mind. Well, it is poetry lol. Emo as it sounds.

 

Little Stars That Go Pop

 

A cellophane bag on your head twisted around

Feels like little stars that go pop

Until your lungs drown

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A Glowing Smile

 

Slowly ambling toward the sink

after a hearty meal of beef steak

and corn,

Clifford reached for the toothpaste.

In his hurry he mistakenly grabbed

the fluorescent toothpaste

instead of,

the fluoride toothpaste

and hence forth

had a glowing smile.

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A Glowing Smile

 

Slowly ambling toward the sink

after a hearty meal of beef steak

and corn,

Clifford reached for the toothpaste.

In his hurry he mistakenly grabbed

the fluorescent toothpaste

instead of,

the fluoride toothpaste

and hence forth

had a glowing smile.

 

lulzzz i have never heard of fluorescent toothpaste, but w/e

 

 

here is one i saw in a picture of graffiti:

its not original content, but i still like it

 

go to work,

send your kids to school

 

follow fasion,

act normal

 

walk on the pavements

watch tv

 

save for old age

obey the law

 

repeat after me:

i am free

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Theoretical

Heretics

Enticing

Unified

Narcissists

Intentionally

Traumatizing

Embodied

Democracy

Simply

To

Agitate

Tragically

Enantiomorphic

Systems

Ostracizing

Further

Acknowledgment

Mounting

Entirely

Radical

Ideological

Conclusions

Amongst

 

The United States of America

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roses are red except when theyre dead.

wow eddy lol,

hmm continuing ^^^ rose are red, violets are not, look at my rythem isn't it hot?

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Haha, I posted some of those "Roses are red" spin-offs back on page 2 or 3. Theres no end to the creativity of them.

 

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I kind of dread

Writing these too

 

:biggrin2:

 

 

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Especially for you

When i say "i love you",

I want you to know.

These words that i have spoken,

Are deeply from within.

They carry a great energy,

Of love and tenderness.

Cherish these words and don't forget,

They are especially for you.

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Hey there, hope you like mine //_^'

 

And so it begins, this circle of time….

I fail to endure the pressure at hand.

Why must I keep trying if haunted by lies,

Aghast by indifference, disgusted by life?

 

And so it goes on, this circle of time…

An ambient so vicious, so terribly vile.

I know they all hate me; why bother to ask?

It’s better that way, just don’t follow their path.

 

And so it concludes, this circle of time…

Each effort was worthless, each fades in the past.

Don’t try to remember our joyous attires,

As all were mere games of Mocker’s delight.

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1000 tears

1000 drops of ink.

All inspired by you, and all on this page I bare to you.

Please accept my heart.

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due to my lack of observation, and hunting skills, i made a thread just like this......

but, fu*k that thing.......

 

 

here it is.....

 

ideas form in my head,

exploding in every direction.

so crazy and fast,

not worth correction.

alas, at this speed,

i can't help but feel alone.

conversations what i need, but

no new messages, no call through phones.

 

comparative to matches, in persona, i flare.

a kin to sun light, too much to bear.

quick to shine, quick to die.

makes a boy sin sigh and lie.

 

personality like a downed electric wires,

speak to fast, starts a forest fire,

burning bridges i might yet have crossed,

relations of old, once used, are lost.

like stars, i'm beauty from a distance.

lonely and bright, a singular romance.

 

like cigarettes, friend to few,

burnt out, snuffed on cue.

comfort for some,

cancerous for a skad,

who knew,

kindness with energy

was all so bad?

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I hope it isn't too long but I will share it anyway ;)

 

Lonely winter nights…

 

If only there would have been someone,

Someone to hold,

To hold in these cold winter nights.

 

I was amongst many,

Yet I felt alone,

I had company of my family,

Yet I felt alone,

There where all these people around,

Yet I felt alone.

 

If only I would have had someone,

Someone to hold,

Someone to be with,

Someone who I love,

And who would love me.

 

If only I would have had someone,

To sit on the couch with,

Who would lay against me,

And who I could hold in my arms.

 

Someone to look at with love,

Without it being useless.

Someone to be sweet to,

Without it being in vain.

Someone to give my heart to,

And knowing that she would keep it.

 

If only when I found this person,

She would see,

That she is all there is to me.

And not,

Like so many times before,

Get my heart broken.

 

For one can repair things often,

But not for ever.

Everything will have a time,

When it can be healed no more.

 

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A City Of Stone

 

To build a city of stone

A sign out front saying:

Only stone ones allowed.

Secretly I am inside it,

And anyone I will let in.

 

Others would think when,

fooled by the cheap sign,

they could not go there.

They would not be people

that were made of stone.

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This one is meant more for comedy and shock factor, both in the literary and literal aspects.

 

A Reflective Moment

 

As a kid I had a habit of barely missing the bus and getting there just in time

to hop on the back and ride to school that way. It worked well until the day

the bus driver was drunk. After the crash they said I was thrown into a tree

and knocked unconcious. The doctors said there wasn't anything physically

wrong with me, but I haven't been the same since. Every time I see a bus

I chase after it. I could totally understand it in some psychiatric kind of view

if I just chased the bus, but the barking just puts it right over the top.

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This one has deep meaning involving my life situation.

 

Contemplative

 

As I stare at the butterflies in my carpet

I contemplate getting a net to catch them

To set them free outside in the wide world

But to get the net I would have to walk

Across the carpet and kill the butterflies

A crime my soul does wish to never bear

And so I sit here content to watch them

The ever fluttering butterflies that reside

In recesses of the shag carpet on my floor

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the risk is sure to please

and talked about by many

you stand a distance

but my eyes can reach

heart yearns and calls in silence

everyone around can hear the screams

the song is ours

i feel your stare

turn my back away

fearing one look in your eyes

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This one goes out to all of you guys and girls

 

How Curious…

Curious is it not,

That most of the people,

Whom I call true friends,

Are those that live,

More than an ocean away.

Curious is it not?

 

And that most of those close by,

Couldn't care less,

About the fate,

Which in my future resides.

Curious is it not?

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Life, Un-Structured

 

Structured templates of what we often call spinach

Fall in our laps on seemingly beautiful days

Of lounging in whole wheat pudding baths

With creamsicle slushies

Topped with whimsical colored umbrellas

That sing happy songs to lighten the mood

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Sean Tyas Cream of Wheat Commercial, Take One

 

Sean Tyas endorses cream of wheat.

Eat cream of wheat, it's a special treat,

To eat while Sean Tyas plays his beat.

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Excavated Crayons

 

Anthropologist in seclusion.

Melted crayons,

Wax on the outside,

Paper on the inside.

 

Volitle Russian suburbs.

Crimson silk,

Stained with blood,

Spilled from heartache.

 

A wax museum.

Paper dolls,

Overflowing from bins,

Scattered all around,

Like excavated crayons.

 

 

 

Ultras

 

Intensly blazing light,

The rush of excitement,

Love.

 

Overwhelming passion,

Fluid meditation,

Enlightenment.

 

Quickly fading light,

Inner reflection,

Satisfaction.

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The Need For Glow

 

I feel a need growing,

To see some sticks glowing.

I'll watch content of face,

To see a freehander trace.

I will be quite contrite,

To see the glowing light.

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Rays of Sunshine

 

Twinky in a basket,

Masquerading as a baby.

Mind splintered into pieces,

Rays of sunshine,

Falling on the brain.

 

 

 

 

The Sun Shine

 

How doth

the sun shine,

Upon thy mind.

How doth

the sun shine,

Upon thy time.

How doth

the sun shine,

Upon thy.

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