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Poetry.
Aug 18, 2004 11:36:54 GMT -5
Post by Phunkette on Aug 18, 2004 11:36:54 GMT -5
I wrote this.. doesn't make much sense, doesn't have a good format... but whatever.
Two worlds collide in their bittersweet way It leaves you broken and confused Things that need to be changed, if only you had a say Staring you in the face, make a decision, make it quick Time's running out, you have to take your pick.
But you don't know which way to turn Which path is correct and won't let you burn Stick with that past, and be hurt once more? Or ride with the future, guaranteed "happiness" in store Such a decision seems so impossible to make.
Bitter and angry, move away from the past Being sad and alone, the idea wouldn't last The heart works in such twisted and evil ways Giving love where it seemingly doesn't belong Or perhaps it does, the mind just is wrong.
It's a fork in the road, no decision yet made Only time will tell where this path is to lead The only thing that's clear to see The gods of fate have already planted their seed.
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Poetry.
Aug 19, 2004 16:01:46 GMT -5
Post by No one on Aug 19, 2004 16:01:46 GMT -5
How dumb of me To waste my time How lucky I am To realize
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Poetry.
Aug 20, 2004 23:17:32 GMT -5
Post by FreakyMe on Aug 20, 2004 23:17:32 GMT -5
Not directed at anyone in particular...
Fuck you all Who fucking needs you? I can get by on my own
You'll all leave me eventually And then I'll be here all alone
So what's the point in caring When it all just ends in hurt?
Fuck you all I don't need you You make me feel like dirt.
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Poetry.
Aug 21, 2004 23:38:43 GMT -5
Post by CG on Aug 21, 2004 23:38:43 GMT -5
Stars twinkle in joyous merriment As lovers meet in worlds where All songs are sensuous duets Tangos are danced in the nude And all love is made on beds of thornless roses. Heights of passion are scaled on fleshy ladders Age has no number And dreams are solely owned by the dreamers. Desire has thrown the keys of decorum away And the fairy tale, finally, is allowed to come true.
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Poetry.
Aug 21, 2004 23:41:39 GMT -5
Post by Tink on Aug 21, 2004 23:41:39 GMT -5
I'm not much good at poetry, but I was forced to write a poem in french last year, and I still have it Here it is Ton sourire me prend comme un plume dans la brise je me sens perdu en le regardant et je ne peut pas me retrouver Tes yeux sont bleus comme le ciel et je veux y sauter et y rester dedans pour toujours Ton voix melodieuse me remplis de joie je veux rester la et t'ecouter pour toujours
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Poetry.
Aug 23, 2004 0:48:25 GMT -5
Post by Johnny on Aug 23, 2004 0:48:25 GMT -5
Wow, these are all actually really good! Well done! (and I understand yours tink!) Keep 'em coming! You guys rock.
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Poetry.
Aug 23, 2004 0:49:16 GMT -5
Post by Tink on Aug 23, 2004 0:49:16 GMT -5
Wow, these are all actually really good! Well done! (and I understand yours tink!) Keep 'em coming! You guys rock. I was hoping no one would
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Poetry.
Aug 24, 2004 19:32:26 GMT -5
Post by mcm on Aug 24, 2004 19:32:26 GMT -5
*sung to the tune of Row, row, row your boat*
Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck Screw a kangaroo Finger bang An ourangoutang Visit your local zoo!
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Poetry.
Aug 24, 2004 19:36:07 GMT -5
Post by Tink on Aug 24, 2004 19:36:07 GMT -5
*sung to the tune of Row, row, row your boat* Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck Screw a kangaroo Finger bang An ourangoutang Visit your local zoo! You need help MCM
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