Poems

[darkestsweat]

I think poems are cool.
Lets put poems on this board.

[darkestsweat]

I will start
This one is good its not mine though


She is not scared to die..
The best things in life drive her to cry.
Crucify then learn..
(take so much away from inside you, makes no sence, you know he can't guide
you, he's your fucking shoulder to lean on, be strong!)
Sit and watch me burn..
She's led to believe, that it be ok,
look at your face, scarred in dismay,
but times have changed, and so have you..
I think I'd rather crucify then learn
(take so much away from inside you, makes no sence, you know he can't guide
you, he's your fucking shoulder to lean on, be strong!)
Sit and watch me burn..
I'd like to take you down, and show you
deep inside, my life my inner working
so smell and lack of inner pride,
to touch upon the surface, is not for
what it seems, I take away
my problems, but only in my dreams.
(take so much away from inside you, makes no sence, you know he can't guide
you, he's your fucking shoulder to lean on, be strong!)
Crucify the learn..
(take so much away from inside you, makes no sence, you know he can't guide
you, he's your fucking shoulder to lean on, be strong!)
Crucify then learn..
Sit and watch me burn..

[Seathia]

Heres one that makes me think of you my sweet.

It is very nice.

Never shall the sun kiss my face
And caress me with its burning light
For I dwell in the shadows
And sleep side by side with death

In dark desire I embrace the whore
Giving her an escape from an unworthy life
For with the appearance of a fallen angel
I serve darkness

I am a prince among the damned
As I've been for an eternity
The monark in a dark paradise
Cursed by life and the living

Oh tremble not my immortal heart
Trough you beat in the shadows of death
Eternal life is the blessing
And I shall rule for another thousand years

[darkestsweat]

Thats so nice. Made me a little wet to bad you have work tonight. call in sick. Here is a nice little poem.

lying all alone and restless.
unable to lose this image.
sleepless, unable to focus on anything but your surrender.
tugging a rhythm to the vision that's in my head.
tugging a beat to the sight of you lying
so delighted with your new understanding.
there's something about a little evil that makes that unmistakable noise i
was hearing,
that unmistakable sound i know so well.
spent and sighing with that look in your eye.
spent and sweating with a look on your face likes
sweet revelation.
sweet surrender.
thinking of you.
thinking of you.

[Seathia]

I no sweet i can see you stairing at me and every one in the class can smell you. But with that look in your eye i tihnk you do not give a fuck do you. I will not go to work stay the whole night your mum will yell but who cares i know you do not. here is one for you and i hope you no i am gonna walk across to you and kiss you after i post this sweet.

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

Just stay with me, safe and ignorant,
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons

I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drum

The boogeymen are coming
The boogeymen are coming

Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drum

Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
Hold you and protect you from the other one
The evil ones
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep

[danielwoodfield]

<font color="#333366" size="1">[ February 29, 2004 11:43 PM: Message edited by: Clarke Anderson ]</font>

[Chris Wesley]

Roses are red, but they can also be white and pink, among other things.

Violets are violet, not blue. The colour blue does not occur naturally, even blueberries are purple. This is why it is impossible to make natural blue dyes and food colouring, and why blue M&Ms were taken away several years ago due to unsafe chemicals in the colour, then re-emerged once they made it less poisonous.

This poem doesn't rhyme at all, I'm just typing it because I'm bored.

And here's the obligatory fourth line.

[Chris Wesley]

There once was a young man named Nick
Who tried to write a limerick
But then he got caught
It was one line too short

[sheizus]

It's taking a bit on my part to refrain from finishing that off with something that rhymes with Limerick, believe you me.

Frogs from Africa, Americans blue -
The sky in the.. sky, my denim jeans too.
And as hard as you try,
By the colour of my eye,
Little boy, mistaken are you.

Yeah, they probably don't fit the criteria, but I had to do something.

And, once more shamelessly advertising my favourite sites again, some Ritchie Millenium and Cowku (For better living!) could be in order.

EDIT: The Purple Cow is also very nice if you haven't seen it before.

<font color="#333366" size="1">[ March 07, 2004 04:27 AM: Message edited by: Gerald Blake ]</font>

[dragonflynz]

A to K's.
Rat. School.
M+J can't get to music room.
D's - loiter. Ring Mrs. C.
Queche.
- Car crash
- Motorbike hit
- truck man resuces.

Questionable conduct that justifies ours.

"Can you even speak Asian?"

C diary.
Gossip.
Events.
Who I hate.

Seating politics.
B wins in the end.

Camp cold
Hammock huge
Distant view
Went down to Hammock.

Camp guy
Funny\dark
Grandpa coming,
he's eighty six.
If you run arund a corner into him
you might have a dead body on your hands.

OSH hazards - the food.
Friendly before lunch.
Military
Grace.