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Post by Will Da Beeste on Mar 6, 2008 18:30:57 GMT -5
I wrote this two years ago, reflecting on what it is to have sex without love. It still brings a tear to my eye.
To my slave I leave ...
Swish, swash. Bring it here, Bring that whip with your body, Stop. Breathe only when I tell you. Listen,
Do you think you exist without me? Suckle, baby, you don't stand a chance. The world is a dangerous place. Here you are alive, At least you were the last time I looked.
I could release you any time I want. That wouldn't help you nor pay my bills. Sad we should end up this way, Kids playing "shops" with broken tills.
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Post by Cohaagen on Mar 6, 2008 18:33:38 GMT -5
My friend Stuart wrote this masterpiece about seven years ago, and I can still quote it verbatim: Mark had a rather large toe The neighbours knew it and would mock him as only neighbours know
(then came the beard)
I'LL KILL YOU ALL! I'LL KILL YOU ALL! Cried abuse and excess muffled behind the shagpile face?
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Post by Will Da Beeste on Mar 6, 2008 18:39:17 GMT -5
Darling, that is too wonderful.
More poetry please. Here is an early effort:
Mission Impossible
They said it was impossible, But it was possible. I video recorded it"
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Post by Cohaagen on Mar 9, 2008 20:37:04 GMT -5
I "wrote" this poem out of "poetry" fridge magnets at my sister's flat about four years ago. I used almost all of them for it, which I was quite proud of at the time.
weld woman to baby junk sculpture and bold monument to love she give life which is her death an electric angel screaming raw glass pain
wild drunk old
tongue purple from the sex drug breaking in shards of soft metal and so love eat her as you do lunch
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Post by doo doo on Mar 10, 2008 10:36:31 GMT -5
I'm in the park, settin up a deal over blunt fire Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em wired Peeped my convo, the address of my condo And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe And while we set up camp, we got Vamp Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee Blown out the frame, like Pan Am flight 103
oh that Brandon Lee shit is cold! every time I hear that that I do the "oh day-um" face.
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Post by Will Da Beeste on Apr 4, 2008 17:57:17 GMT -5
Nice Doodoo.
Anyone else got a poem in them? Something they want to get off their chest so badly, they can only achieve it with the beauty of verse and stanza?
sit back reflect, formulate, fellate like a pro then, blow our heads up like Bazooka Joe with an afro.
PEACE!
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Post by milo on Apr 5, 2008 19:35:44 GMT -5
Here's something sad: You throwed me out of the unit,because i liked killing little too much. You never realized i did it for you and the love that you find unjust Now I'm just a shell of a man you once new. Standing in the rain wishing it could wash my pain away. Tear flowing from the corner of my eye, I still love you but you never now why...
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Post by Colonel John Matrix on Apr 6, 2008 9:47:18 GMT -5
Edit: Sorry, thought it said "Poultry corner" for a second...
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Post by MacReady on Apr 7, 2008 4:35:06 GMT -5
That was beautiful Milo, very heartfelt. I once saw this written in a public toilet. Gary Glitter, Baby sitter, Fuck`s your kids, Up the shitter.
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Post by milo on Apr 7, 2008 6:09:59 GMT -5
That was beautiful Milo, very heartfelt. I once saw this written in a public toilet. Gary Glitter, Baby sitter, Fuck`s your kids, Up the shitter. Thanks,MacReady. It came straight from the heart That Gary Glitter poem is hilarious
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Post by MacReady on Apr 7, 2008 13:59:30 GMT -5
I`ve just found an old one of will`s. It`s entitled Feet Glorious Feet.
I think I speak for everyone here when I say:
Some are bold and striking Some are shy and coy Some belong to girls Some belong to boys I like to nibble on them Coated in oils and gels The nicest ones I've ever seen Belonged to Vernon Wells.
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Post by Kimble on Apr 7, 2008 14:24:19 GMT -5
I`ve just found an old one of will`s. It`s entitled Feet Glorious Feet. I think I speak for everyone here when I say:
Some are bold and striking Some are shy and coy Some belong to girls Some belong to boys I like to nibble on them Coated in oils and gels The nicest ones I've ever seen Belonged to Vernon Wells.
I miss Hulkmad.
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Post by Will Da Beeste on Apr 7, 2008 14:49:28 GMT -5
Thanks Mac.
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Post by milo on Apr 7, 2008 17:24:28 GMT -5
Here's a new one: They died before my eyes, My wife lies beside me, never gonna see her again My daughter shot dozen times,her life ended before it even began My son looks at me and tries to smile,broken and bleeding I smile back at him as I watch him die. Yeah, that poem is about The Punisher. Frank Castle is one tragic character
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Post by milo on Apr 11, 2008 17:02:34 GMT -5
Now something happier? It use to stand proud and tall Many battles it fought and won So soft and lifeless useless junk Viagra or Penis pump,can they help me now? And no, it's not about me
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