Do we have one?

I dunno, I like to write some poetry sometime..just wondering if anybody else enjoys doing the same.



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I have about 20 poems in my collection

"roses are red,violets are blue,your face looks, like doggy duo doo"what can i say im and an artist

This post has been edited by CelicaST_CALI: Nov 5, 2008 - 11:06 PM

http://www.xredjokerx.blogspot.com/

Here I sit;
Same as Ever.
Took a Dump,
And pulled the Lever.
The Toilet Clogged;
The Water Flowed;
LOOK OUT WORLD,
It's the Mother Lode.

here's one i wrote not too long ago... i love to write.


And in one final bolt of desperation--
I just want to know what it feels like to be alive again.

Give me the cold
Give me hunger
Give me warmth, light, happiness
Give me your burdens
Give me sorrow
Give me strength, embrace, hope
-But most of all give me love
Love of myself and towards others
Pushing stones over rough white waters
To make a path for me -and those willing to follow
So break, beat and trample my steps
Caring not whats behind me - my journey lies ahead
Give me your fuel, your will to go on
-But give me most, most of all
Give me your love

Heaven all around
lullaby to my senses.
Finally at peace.

-RJB

mirrors blur
bass thumping
streetlights streak
heart pounding
hands grip
turn approaching
clutch
downshift
throttle
passion



Amour, Paix et Soleil

r.

This post has been edited by axelrduvirage: Nov 5, 2008 - 4:45 AM

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sweet.

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rofl!

the night was growing tired and,
we were battling against nature.
this was our time to live.
our youth filled with the soul
of the cold desert night.
the devil's blood coursing through our veins
and eventually into our hearts.

you and i.
what fun we had.
we owned the night once before.
it was ours for the taking,
stolen by the morning light.
through darkness your beauty shone.

i lay there basking in the light
shining from your smile given to you by the heavens.
it was now our time again.
shadows surround us,
cackle with us.
we are the night and we are immortal.

i feel you.
we don't need love.
too young for love,
our hearts still tender from the womb.

tonight you are mine
and i show this to the shadows.
the fire still alive
fueling our lust.
trouble follows lust.
lust is brother to greed.
the shadows retort,
twisting into a different form of darkness.

distress is nigh;
the devil has done his job well.
she walks away.
away from me,
away from the darkness.
her fire still burning,
fueling her soul.
i try to follow-
the devil does not permit.

she is no longer mine.
the night is no longer her home.
she has become immortal:
she has become the morning light
and i will never see her again.

^^ Nice!!!

lots of passion, imagerie, emotions. ah! to be young and in lust once more....

hhhmmm........


B**** O' B****,
Eyes like a frog
Get on your knees,
So I can F*** you like a dog

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ahhhhahahaahh

oh man definatly got a laugh out of that one.

i have some poetry somewhere ill try to find

>Oh man, Just once more....



I hate being old.
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>>EPIC SUCCESS!!>>


Hummm... dirty poetry...
Oh i wrote this on a V-day card once...

Roses are red,
violets are blue
Grab your ankles b****
I'm gunna F*** you.

Corney, but it worked

my favorite poet doing my favorite poem

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jw2MZ2xpdUA

and this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIr4pL9P0SA

This post has been edited by FreddyTheOthaMeat: Nov 5, 2008 - 10:41 AM

POEM: Reality

open your mind and be free,
think of what you see,
does it make you cry,
or is it just a lie,
is it from the heart,
or is it torn apart,
is it all beautiful,
or one big **** hole,
does it make you smile,
or are you in denial,
keep the thought alive,
make sure you strive,
never give up the hope,
or be left on thin rope.

by LewFX

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LOL Dude you are too much!

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ahah, i like that man. great poem.

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thanks bro, wrote this after this girl i knew passed away..its an interpretation of the last night she was alive

This post has been edited by xs94st: Nov 5, 2008 - 2:10 PM

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I seriously just got goose bumps, that poem was epic:)

Good job, i can only imagine the sorrow you had to feel to write like that...


I'll post some of mine later

I trace your face, that crimson line
Separating flesh, I hear you whine
You cry, you beg, I pay no mind
There is no free will because B****, you're mine!

I've kissed those lips, I now hold in my hand
I've caressed those arms, that now lay in the sand
I want every part of you, because I love you to death
Those cries, those pleas, those chokes and short breaths

Can't you see together we shall be?
Now you can't leave, this is eternity
No more fearing you running off and being a bad girl
You will stay here with me, and be a part of my world


(uuuggghhhh...... ok I guess I am done LOL I took a crack at it)

This post has been edited by Random_Stranger: Nov 5, 2008 - 2:27 PM

...butterfly by Jeff...

a butterfly was flying around,
until she stopped and found,
a partner to fly with and bond,
not knowing they'd get along,
the colors on her were so bright,
colorful even through the night,
wings that spread so wide,
not one flaw on any side,
wild as she seems to be,
growing up fast so easily,
flying from place to place,
so quiet without a trace,
memories that always last,
having fun and such a blast,
making new friends and foes,
undecided from yes and no's
missing something over all,
until you answered the call,
now your happy once again,
life is better in the end.

There once was a queen of Bulgaria
Whose bush had grown hairier and hairier,
Till a prince from Peru
Who came up for a screw
Had to hunt for her cunt with a terrier.

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RickJamesBish; That one was pretty good. I gotta admit. I lol'd.

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I love that^

I think it might have to do with illegal substances, but still, the lofty romantic side of me really digs it.

Where are you guys when I'm struggling for lyrics for my music?
The strange thing is when I was younger I could write songs with such passion and now that I'm older and have the talent to realize them into a complete song I niether kept the old lyrics nor can I write new ones worth a f**k.
I used to have such strong opinions and feelings now I feel dead in that part of me

>X2... but i still smile and laugh all day long. Whats your excuse Mr.Pessimist?

Everything I want I have and noone tries to take it from me anymore - that's my theory.

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Nope, it's technically just about that...my "heaven." Whenever I find it, I'll just have to stick with what I think it is for now.

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I dig that a lot. Especially the part that it's actually NOT about illegal substances, and that it shoots my cynicism right down het afvoerkanaal.