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I don't get the idea that you have to post when you clearly don't like my poems.
Anyway one more for the Day
Infinity Comics
What a Pain
Won't release Popo Can Super Trouble Heroine
Since they say it did not sell well
Then why did I buy it
Where is the fruit of my loyalty?
On Infinity Comics
You deal much pain.
O, Tim Hortons
O, barer of Iced Capps and Doughnuts;
Your shops are plentiful,
And you are well known in Canada.
Soon, the world.
But your debit machines are fscked.
I loathe you in the best way possible.
My soul is dark
Like a black unicorn
In a forest of darkness
Can't go on
I hate you mom and dad
You don't understand
You can't understand
Pain I feel
Like a knife in my heart
He doesn't know how lucky
To take you to homecoming
Too much anguish
Too much hurt
In my heart
Of blackness
Jocks are queers
Today I'm dead
Inside and out
You won't win this time
Can't do it again
Knock my books out
Of my hands
My body aches
My mind reels
My heart hurts
Samantha Marlson
Cocktease
How can you do this
I must deserve to suffer
What did I do
I'm terrible, you're terrible
For stopping this
Nose piercing
Goth
Not a trend
A state of being
You can take my credit card
But you can't take my soul
They laugh
But I'll never show
Not here
At home
My tomb
Make me cry
A rain in the night
In the rain, I shout and Cry
And A lady appears in the mist
Covering me with a blanket and giving me a kind smile
She points to a way where it is bright and green
"Come" she says "To the Land of the Otaku"
"And leave this sadness behind".
As I take her hand and walk in the rain
It stops and soon I am at peace In the land of the Otaku.
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The GeekOh-Two Crew, OmeganautRegistered User, ClubPAregular
edited February 2007
frankly, i don't find poems to be that big of a deal
unpopular though my position may be, I'm always right about stupid stuff like this
can't you people see
kipling and cummings and whoever are just a bunch of jerks
to illustrate my point i'll chop a setence in
half and then pretend it's has some kind of special meaning
instead, it's just completely arbitrary
sometimes, people just fall for the most obvious crap
sometimes, they will read meaning into something that isn't there
how the hell do people always find something in nothing?
i can't believe what passes for art as long as the guy is dead
truly, we live in troubling times
My soul is dark
Like a black unicorn
In a forest of darkness
Can't go on
I hate you mom and dad
You don't understand
You can't understand
Pain I feel
Like a knife in my heart
He doesn't know how lucky
To take you to homecoming
Too much anguish
Too much hurt
In my heart
Of blackness
Jocks are queers
Today I'm dead
Inside and out
You won't win this time
Can't do it again
Knock my books out
Of my hands
My body aches
My mind reels
My heart hurts
Samantha Marlson
Cocktease
How can you do this
I must deserve to suffer
What did I do
I'm terrible, you're terrible
For stopping this
Nose piercing
Goth
Not a trend
A state of being
You can take my credit card
But you can't take my soul
They laugh
But I'll never show
Not here
At home
My tomb
Make me cry
A rain in the night
In the rain, I shout and Cry
And A lady appears in the mist
Covering me with a blanket and giving me a kind smile
She points to a way where it is bright and green
"Come" she says "To the Land of the Otaku"
"And leave this sadness behind".
As I take her hand and walk in the rain
It stops and soon I am at peace In the land of the Otaku.
I bled upon my victim's blood.
Then drank the mixture of blood.
and grilled my dick on the George Foreman.
Sandwich
I believe in Ultraman
In his flashy silver jumpsuit of love
putting the moves on all the monster chicks
Taking them on a crazy trip
Up and over the break neck lives
Of downtown Tokyo Lads and Lasses
Losing himself in the time stream
Streaking back into the past
To lay the smack down on Mumra
Ultraman doesn't ask for respect
Like thos other washed up deities
He drops a two ton silver tennis shoe
Onto the patient posteries of his nemesis
And your jaw ensues
Which is why you should believe in titans
Rising up one-hundred stories tall
To deliver an atomic loogie in the face
Of all those technical virgins
I used to fall in with way back when
Eyes flung down to the classroom floor
Biding my sweet plentiful time
Until the opportunity arrose to body-slam life
And for a time I slept an idle slumber
But now my friends believe in luchadores
Masked renegades running towards glory
With two clenched fists and an expression
That says "you don't know me
But isn't my battle mask awesome
I designed it myself"
And I love all those guys
Because we believe in Dinosaurs
Walking like men but with longer legs
With which we ride recklessly
On our surf boards of instinct
"You ride those waves, Megalosaurus,
And be sure to give Noah the bird
As you blast off towards a future
Where you'll be better appreciated
By all the space boys and space damsels
Who take a wild hover bus trip
To the natural museum of awesome
And everyone else believes in nothing
Nothing worth fighting for anyhow
Not like otter pops and robot bands
Manticores that walk like men
And talk like crazy lion-bird-scorpion-men
They've got it all so backwards
Looking off into the ass of history
When the now is where we are
The now of fifties B-flicks
Two Thousand Leagues and Turtlemen
Cause it's not how the circuits were born
But how the mold evolved
From a boring eight bit bamboo board
Into a gleaming idle of monster mashing
Nunchuck flinging science fiction
I wrote it very quickly in two seperate sessions and just edited it for grammar and spelling, not so much inteligability.
With bony hands I hold my partner/ On soulless feet we cross the floor/ The music stops as if to answer/ An empty knocking at the door/ It seems his skin was sweet as mango/ When last I held him to my breast/ But now we dance this grim fandango/ And will four years before we rest.
It shone, pale as bone / As I stood there alone / And I thought to myself how the moon, / That night, cast its light / On my heart's true delight, / And the reef where her body was strewn.
Once upon a time, a classmate of mine
Too lazy to complete her assignment on time, stole one of Lauren Hill's rhymes.
Looked up lyrics with the utmost hast, the she copied and paste.
She turned it in and got an A, I rolled my eyes that day.
Posts
Like a black unicorn
In a forest of darkness
Can't go on
I hate you mom and dad
Give me a sign.
this one
Perfect timing, BS.
You don't understand
You can't understand
Pain I feel
Like a knife in my heart
He doesn't know how lucky
To take you to homecoming
Anyway one more for the Day
Infinity Comics
What a Pain
Won't release Popo Can Super Trouble Heroine
Since they say it did not sell well
Then why did I buy it
Where is the fruit of my loyalty?
On Infinity Comics
You deal much pain.
around here threads live or die based on whether people want to read them
Too much anguish
Too much hurt
In my heart
Of blackness
Jocks are queers
O, Tim Hortons
O, barer of Iced Capps and Doughnuts;
Your shops are plentiful,
And you are well known in Canada.
Soon, the world.
But your debit machines are fscked.
I loathe you in the best way possible.
Today I'm dead
Inside and out
You won't win this time
Can't do it again
Knock my books out
Of my hands
Out of the darkness
And Image appears
Spreading light all around
Taking my hand she shouts
Welcome to Otakudom!
My body aches
My mind reels
My heart hurts
Samantha Marlson
Cocktease
How can you do this
I must deserve to suffer
What did I do
I'm terrible, you're terrible
For stopping this
Nose piercing
Goth
Not a trend
A state of being
You can take my credit card
But you can't take my soul
The fuck is Prose? I'm too lazy to look it up.
Fiction, non-fiction
Basically anything that isn't poetry
They laugh
But I'll never show
Not here
At home
My tomb
Make me cry
A rain in the night
In the rain, I shout and Cry
And A lady appears in the mist
Covering me with a blanket and giving me a kind smile
She points to a way where it is bright and green
"Come" she says "To the Land of the Otaku"
"And leave this sadness behind".
As I take her hand and walk in the rain
It stops and soon I am at peace In the land of the Otaku.
unpopular though my position may be, I'm always right about stupid stuff like this
can't you people see
kipling and cummings and whoever are just a bunch of jerks
to illustrate my point i'll chop a setence in
half and then pretend it's has some kind of special meaning
instead, it's just completely arbitrary
sometimes, people just fall for the most obvious crap
sometimes, they will read meaning into something that isn't there
how the hell do people always find something in nothing?
i can't believe what passes for art as long as the guy is dead
truly, we live in troubling times
there, hurr hurr hurr oh god
why is he so gay?
I bled upon my victim's blood.
Then drank the mixture of blood.
and grilled my dick on the George Foreman.
Sandwich
THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HE-UHL
FEAR IS HOW I FALL
Should I post?
Secret Satan
In delicious, bite-size increments.
I Believe In Ultraman
In his flashy silver jumpsuit of love
putting the moves on all the monster chicks
Taking them on a crazy trip
Up and over the break neck lives
Of downtown Tokyo Lads and Lasses
Losing himself in the time stream
Streaking back into the past
To lay the smack down on Mumra
Ultraman doesn't ask for respect
Like thos other washed up deities
He drops a two ton silver tennis shoe
Onto the patient posteries of his nemesis
And your jaw ensues
Rising up one-hundred stories tall
To deliver an atomic loogie in the face
Of all those technical virgins
I used to fall in with way back when
Eyes flung down to the classroom floor
Biding my sweet plentiful time
Until the opportunity arrose to body-slam life
And for a time I slept an idle slumber
Masked renegades running towards glory
With two clenched fists and an expression
That says "you don't know me
But isn't my battle mask awesome
I designed it myself"
And I love all those guys
Walking like men but with longer legs
With which we ride recklessly
On our surf boards of instinct
"You ride those waves, Megalosaurus,
And be sure to give Noah the bird
As you blast off towards a future
Where you'll be better appreciated
By all the space boys and space damsels
Who take a wild hover bus trip
To the natural museum of awesome
Nothing worth fighting for anyhow
Not like otter pops and robot bands
Manticores that walk like men
And talk like crazy lion-bird-scorpion-men
They've got it all so backwards
Looking off into the ass of history
When the now is where we are
The now of fifties B-flicks
Two Thousand Leagues and Turtlemen
Cause it's not how the circuits were born
But how the mold evolved
From a boring eight bit bamboo board
Into a gleaming idle of monster mashing
Nunchuck flinging science fiction
I wrote it very quickly in two seperate sessions and just edited it for grammar and spelling, not so much inteligability.
Secret Satan
so i wrote it about breaking open a nut
and turned it in really late but still got an A and my teacher put it in her portfolio of uh... things
that makes me famous right
Saber
King of All
Saber
Swordwoman of renown
Saber
You send all the other summons to run
Saber
You are Number 1
Tried to shit but only farted.
Is he getting boned for cash?
Or raped in the ass?
Too lazy to complete her assignment on time, stole one of Lauren Hill's rhymes.
Looked up lyrics with the utmost hast, the she copied and paste.
She turned it in and got an A, I rolled my eyes that day.