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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 1:20 pm
Never With You ['tis 'bout Jamie]
(November 01, 2002)
I caught you staring at me again
Your face says, 'Who, me?'
Your eyes say otherwise
You caught me staring at you
And I smiled
I blushed
And I scurried away
But what do you think
When you see me there?
Am I just customer number ninety-five
Or do I seem alive?
Am I more than ten dollars in the register?
Am I something else to you?
I doubt it
You're probably just being nice
And you have a girlfriend
Or a wife
And I hate this feeling
Even though I thrive on it
Can't live without it
This feeling that I'll never get anywhere
Never get anywhere with you
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2004 3:42 pm
kristinarr Homans. This is a wonderfuk happy poem. It is the best poem ever, as far as I'm concerned. I didn't write it. This one is by my friend Atelerix. Are you ready?
I don't think you are. I don't think you're ready for this jelly. Hang on.
I think you're ready now. Hokay.
Written by my daaarling Atelerix
"Chocolate is a confection
That is something akin to perfection
But it is such a waste
That I can not taste it
Due to a sinus infection."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2004 3:44 pm
Skad_for_Life Never With You ['tis 'bout Jamie]
(November 01, 2002)I caught you staring at me again Your face says, 'Who, me?' Your eyes say otherwise You caught me staring at you And I smiled I blushed And I scurried away But what do you think When you see me there? Am I just customer number ninety-five Or do I seem alive? Am I more than ten dollars in the register? Am I something else to you? I doubt it You're probably just being nice And you have a girlfriend Or a wife And I hate this feeling Even though I thrive on it Can't live without it This feeling that I'll never get anywhere Never get anywhere with you
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2004 4:20 pm
The Enigma Beyond
I gaze upon a spinning wheel
It turns about a foolish, anthrocentric world
Within this is a ring of crude substances
Grinding Solids, Shifting liquids, Billowing gasses and burning plasma rotate
Intermingling with the coin of radiant life and darkest death
Outside the spindle turn distant and meaningless realms
Built on ethics and deities of mortal minds
The dead souls fall out towards them to fuel their army of virtues
Then there is the shady curtain of thought
Right where the mortal world is, yet not
Filled with hidden lurkers, ghosts, and thought
Then a shifting shadow is cast
Merging material future and past
An endless sea of misty blue
Connects each world to concepts new
But we sit beyond this mundane cog
Away from the “elemental” mishap
Beyond the obscuring transitive fog
With non of this “moral” and “ethical” crap
we watch with countless blinded eyes
we listen with the ears of a moth
Always observing, never seeing
Always thinking, never being
Always dreaming, never sleeping
Always stealing, never keeping
Always knowing, never learning
Always wanting, never yearning
Always blocking, never shielding
Always giving, never yielding
In the darkness and swirling myriad we dwell
Beyond reach of mortal heaven or hell
Speculating endless ideas with Herculean minds
Below, beside, above, around, and altogether apart
From the pointless ideals of Good and Evil, Chaos and Law
Free to plunge into the towering depths of philosophical musings
The logic of that which mortals deem “Madness”
A place as wondrous as this never be
Why not journey with us/me
An eternal “there”, the realm of what is not
Where time falls powerless and space shall rot
Come with us, and you will see
Noble traveler, take my psuedopod, tentacle, or hand
And journey to this surreal land
Beyond the worlds we must race
Through the COLOUR out of space
Below the deepest waters of Ryhel
And darkest pits were Old Ones dwell
Above the endless stars and skies
Into black holes and out of pulsars
Through the silky stream of stars
Through the chaos of the heart of gold
Beneath the necropolis of old
Then come we to the realms afar
At last arriving there to stay
Oh callooh! Oh frabjous day!
Unreal beings fight and play
Bloated ballasts behoove brainy blobs
In the swirling multitude of void
Shapeless dancers swim and prance
To the tune of a flute played by bestial claws
Entertain a blind idiot god, gate, lock, and key all in one
Further through they layers you fly
Waving to Lovecraft as he passes you by
The pail mollusk-like moonbeast roars its silent cry
Blue orbs rain monstrous fleas that search for blood
Father time has heart attack and promptly dies
Mother Nature flees as she madly cries
The benevolent virgin succubae flash polite smiles
While hateful archons threaten unholy demise
The whirling emotions orderly obide
The anarchist robots revel in passionate pride
While striped eyes try to steal your vision away
The laughing slime enjoys its play
There laws of physics do not apply
Pull down a chair, get a checkered drink
Munch on a cookie with M&M eyes
Relieve yourself of reality’s painful bite
There’s no thermodynamics or sanity to spoil the fun
IN THE ENIGMA BEYOND
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 1:54 pm
Fuzzy one word. wow. whee heart
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 2:13 pm
Thanks topaz. redface smile
And now in a contrast sharp enough to cut yourself on, I present a short and crude limerick. Because it contains mildly offensive language and content it's in white so you have to highlight it to read it.
There once was a man from Gaul
Who sadly had only one ball
He said with a frown
As he opened his gown
"Better one than none at all"
Heh heh, I'm immature. xp sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 2:38 pm
I wrote this today in class.
The Outcast
Have you ever been inside
but frozen in disbelief
the things you see
discomfort you with grief
False complacent company
harboring false benign
the plasticity of persona
stills you behind
Being unaccepted
the black sheep of the group
looking for a shepard
not caring how low you have to stoop
The untangible pain
entangled with melancholy
benevolence rotting
disheartened greatly
with indescrepid foley
Nobody can see your bleeding soul
putrid malice
dulls my heart of gold
Gritting of teeth,the biting of the tongue
envy and strife
harbored deep within
I make the sacrifice
Burnt out
beat down
into emotional turmoil
the sad truth I have yet to uncoil
Burdened, heavy laden
Quelled with anxiety
how do I survive?
the truth is I can't
my lonely spirit is no longer alive
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 2:52 pm
I can do better than that!
higlightedness! There once was a woman from china
she stuck a popsicle up her...I can't finish. sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 2:53 pm
I post riddle.
The amber Jinn
In amber prison I foam under cap brass
Freed by the snap of the metal cover
I leap forth into a throne of glass
And giddily anticipate the lips of my lover
I am his master and he is my slave
Be he leader of nations or unemployed knave
His body enslaved his word flow free
My terrible and poison brings him great glee
I dash past his lips and camp in his heart
And ride each beat to work my art
I steal all fear and submerge all sorrow
Then return them (plus interest) come morning tomorrow
I am a great enchanter working magic in heads
Turning hags into beauties and floors into beds
Then departing before the burning rays of dawn
Taking with me a meal to the sewers, I’m gone
Answer:Beer
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 2:57 pm
Messy room inspired poetry:
Twisted heaps of bed sheets lie like a wounded bison,
Unfinished books lay spread out like crouching leopards,
Herds of unlaundered underwear graze the carpet savanna,
Flocks of vests and coats roost in a closet
Protecting plush toys like chicks
And droves of dust bunnies swarm and spawn
Beneath the behemoth bed.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 2:58 pm
Um...satan? Merlin the magician!! sweatdrop I dunno.. Oh... Splinter from Ninja Turtles!!!
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 3:00 pm
t0paz Um...satan? Merlin the magician!! sweatdrop I dunno.. Oh... Splinter from Ninja Turtles!!! You aren't supposed to post guesses, just highlight the white text after the word answer.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 3:07 pm
Fuzzy Necromancer t0paz Um...satan? Merlin the magician!! sweatdrop I dunno.. Oh... Splinter from Ninja Turtles!!! You aren't supposed to post guesses, just highlight the white text after the word answer.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 3:08 pm
Fuzzy Necromancer Messy room inspired poetry: Twisted heaps of bed sheets lie like a wounded bison, Unfinished books lay spread out like crouching leopards, Herds of unlaundered underwear graze the carpet savanna, Flocks of vests and coats roost in a closet Protecting plush toys like chicks And droves of dust bunnies swarm and spawn Beneath the behemoth bed.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 3:22 pm
t0paz Fuzzy Necromancer t0paz Um...satan? Merlin the magician!! sweatdrop I dunno.. Oh... Splinter from Ninja Turtles!!! You aren't supposed to post guesses, just highlight the white text after the word answer. Just worried that if you guess the right thing it might ruin the suprise for other people. You can PM guesses if you want...
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