1,2,3,4, I declare a ... poetry contest

Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by Mazzak, Mar 25, 2003.

  1. Svenmonkey Pants Chancellor

    What the hell?!
  2. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    I began typing at 3:40 on my comp.

    hello scramble get it out
    smilies are fun
    wings angular feathers
    fall cluttered into the corner of an all too great evil room
    pirates of the dusk slide knives in and out of obscurities
    huddle in the break room
    sipping the silky smooth brain stuff
    slide under the table
    confer with bandmates and moles
    no luca tirilli

    for now we plan the march
    on to the frozen green
    shimmering teal and cadet blue
    volume assaults the gentle unprepared drums
  3. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    Which hell torments your curiosity?
    What hall holds the dark profundity of the poetic silence now encircling you?
    Where is the hill that you seek?
    And how did the hull of your sanity break?
    Holler back, y'all.
  4. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    I win.

    Or I would but I can only make one of these stupidities per 60 seconds.

  5. Superimposed Hunger

    If Gordon Cook would finish my dish,
    I could enjoy my dinner.
    But alas he cooked for our guests first,
    And I starved to death.

    I chickened out of challenging him to a duel,
    So he laughed and laughed,
    And I never went hungry again,
    For fear of dying.
  6. Svenmonkey Pants Chancellor


    Echidna, Echidna, how humble are ye
    second only to platypus
    towards the city ye flee
    you win the great wager
    no longer face poverty
    plus you totally lay eggs.

    Skip Skap Kabee

    All I can see,
    is Skip Skap Kabee.
    It's in a tree,
    without the glee,
    of frolicking,
    having a flea,
    I just say, "Gee."
  7. Spiderman CPA Man in Tights, Dopey Administrative Assistant

    Sorry, no. This isn't classic, nor a question...
  8. train The Wildcard!!!...

    I think Spidey forgot to put it into "poem" form...

    This isn't classic...
    nor a question...
  9. Spiderman CPA Man in Tights, Dopey Administrative Assistant

    You hum a little ditty to it, if you like :)
  10. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    Hum hum hum.
    sprickety sprackety sprick spack.
    Marlboro men dance a festive jig.
    Kay-kio-kio cowboy.
  11. Svenmonkey Pants Chancellor

    Chevrolet runs bad
    There is a noodle dancing here
    Fair amount of ham
  12. Apollo Bird Boy

    A Shakespearean-type poem composed in AIM about 5 minutes ago while talking to my girlfriend's friend and acting like a moron:

    Oh beautiful damsel fair
    With dulcet voice and auburn skin
    Eyes deep as pools yet clear as day
    Girl, you make my head spin
  13. train The Wildcard!!!...

  14. Mazzak Stylemongering Protodeity

    Oh, how crappy the dial-up net
    Accessed by device which is not mine
    One day may the glorious cable replace
    The retarded connection by telephone line.

    Yet, that might be the only flaw
    For where I live beats Maryland
    And an undisturbed place all to myself
    Old Home and Dorms pale in comparison!

    Mwarr harr harr...
  15. Svenmonkey Pants Chancellor

    Hahaha poop.

    I would never trade a shared T3 for dial-up no matter what the circumstances.
  16. Mazzak Stylemongering Protodeity

    And that, my friend, makes you a dork.
  17. 13NoVa The Ruins That We Hold

    tis 13NoVa's Turn to post His poetry....

    She looks down at the scars
    Her emotions hiding behind the bars
    Of the fragmented cage
    And whats worse is that shes afraid
    The debts of her life will never be paid.
    So now she thinks back to that fateful day
    When her wrists met the sharp edge of the blade

    She cant hide
    The scars confide
    She has to decide
    If this life is for her

    Shes a puppet in her own game
    The mindframe just isn’t the same
    As it was before
    Now she cant pretend the tears dont exist
    And she cant let these dark thoughts dismiss
    So now she thinks back to that fateful day
    When her wrists met the sharp edge of the blade

    She cant find
    Shes lost her mind
    Shes in a bind
    With the life she doesnt want

    The blood begins to pour
    She had reached the core
    Of her spirit
    And now she just lies alone on the ground
    Wondering if she will hear her heart stop its sound
    So now she forgets that one fateful day
    ‘Cuz today is the last time her wrists will meet the blade


    I wrote this about a friend of mine who tried to cut her wrists... its been posted on other websites (the LP Message board, under my handle INSERTCOOLNAME)... and others have liked it....

    I hope you do too!
  18. train The Wildcard!!!...


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