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Since we're on poetry... Frightful noise Blackend harbour sinks within the sun It sets beyond the mountains and the goats run Quick! Quick! To the house the time runs fast! Post haste! Post haste! |
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I did not sleep for three dayz... What's goin' on? Even if i smoke pur Haze, No sleep... no fun. I get drunk but it don't make me sleep, as the hours, the minutes slip, between my handz that type on the keyboard, Some wordz of poetry to my friendz around the world. *Bong bong poc poc* (sound of bongoz) i'm pretty proud, for i know my english is pretty shitty sometimes. |
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*snap snap snap* that was deep man...that was deep! |
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brilliant egg planted on the group and gound off the wall and on the ball rather small and not in a stall to crawl away in disbelief rolaids spells only grief better only than a thief who come to give you just relief from stuff-n-such which when it all boils down is nothin much to have at and to hold till death do us part... |
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a poem for you... from me. |
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Empty bottles filled preciously with soul, Cabbaged fields leading to mines of gold, Secrets so strained, but led back home, To a place where loneliness is never alone, Complimented by a voice full of whim, Even though I never could, I finally did swim, And I cast my nothings, my failures, my pain, Inside a glass box never to be opened again. I woke up cold, but brazened, it all made sense, I had made it to the other side, The painted side of the fence. |
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DUDE THATS TOOOO DEEEP DEEP DEEEP DEEEEEEEP!!! *falls off his chair and violently shakes* |
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Joli joey. ca fait plaisir... Nice.8) |
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that was to Joey! *still shaking* |
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here's a poem inspired by the pastry "paris-brest" Paris-Breasts cream puff nutshell and hazel take bake make hoist hoist again stop hoisting now ...and fresco |
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I lOOOOOVEEEE Paris Breast.... (subtil.) |
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geez, amon, i'm scared i'm going to put you into an unstoppable fit... take it easy. i have a few of these poems written here, i'm copying and pasting. |
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paris breast, or paris-brest? |
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I will now make a poem using only the words from our alphabet and nothing else. Now I will make a poem from our alphabet and nothing else. Nothing else will I use to make a poem. From the poem and nothing else. Only the words and nothing else. |
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Here's a poem I wrote a few months ago. I also posted it on the MB a few weeks ago. classic training busted my trouser lostly ----------------------------------------- head-dot spiny and shiny next to red peppers and broccoli if only my bearings were taken towards rocky and bullwinkle screen chester and lester next to tables of one and tables of two if only his grounds were yolked towards hydraulic mechanisms board trolling and rolling next to speedy fuckle and slow fuckle if only your taxes were groped towards audible grins |
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and here's one I wrote for a friend named justin May you crave some carvings and crisp some critters. Be sure to belittle some bats and brag to some brats. I hope you ask some ants and ammend some aunts. Here's to you derailing some druids and dusting some duds. Don't forget to eat some epiphanies and emancipate some elders. Add to your agena to free some foxes and fuck some filters. |
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Its alright Joey I...Im fine now...*gets back on his chair* |
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good, hope you liked my poems... |
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Paris is a well known model with a generous breast. she has posed in playboy. Yu can call that a self-private joke. even if i love PAris brest too. |
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yup |
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here you go... Untitled 1 Sometimes I sit and wish that I was close to you. You're only a whisper away, but yet you're so far away from me. I used to get lost in you, and now I'm lost without you. I've tried to find something else, some peace somewhere, But it's all fleeting. I see the answer to my questions, but yet I cannot reach it, Or maybe I just choose not to. |
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I can't snap hard enough Funk! |
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I shall add reverb and sustain to my snaps! *SNAP-ap-ap-ap-ap SNAP-ap-ap-ap-ap SNAP-ap-ap-ap-ap* |
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nice beat there man... I'm gonna steal it!!! |
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Oh no you don't!!! I trademarked it! You'll talk to my lawyers if you touch it |
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Lawyers, smawyers... they can't do shit, and you know it!!!! |
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man...fine..take it..but I want royalties |
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That's all nice stuff. Are any of you into the spoken word, or do you just stick to the quill? I think more people need to start animating their poetry with music... lyric is so powerful if you only infuse the voice with confidence. |
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clubber lang he waz https://soundcloud.com/asap-rocky |
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When there's no towel nearby and you can't have a cream pie I'll lick my cum off your back |
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how much bass it iz |
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I was thinking more country twang |
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