Tag: poetry
group name: yourpoetrysucks
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August 14, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
Yes, my poetry sucks
and yours does too
among other things
that come to mind
like vacuum cleaners
tornadoes
babies
kissing (just had to throw that in)
smokers
wind tunnels . . . more
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June 18, 2008 09:19 PM EDT --
It's not your words that make me stay
it's the tone in which you use to say
It's not your eyes that mesmerize
it's the emotion that they cannot hide
It's not merely a kiss . . . more
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May 08, 2008 08:37 PM EDT --
Another bit part as a whoremonger?
I keep getting typecast as myself
Fay Wray could dance too you know
Who the hell writes this stuff?
Is this a script? What's . . . more
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May 08, 2008 05:08 PM EDT --
I got lost east of introspection. It looked the same back then
Replacing signs with cow skulls got me as far as Santa Fe
I had always been directionless, married to . . . more
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May 09, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Evening
Evening colors wept up and eastward
Daylight was just a fair-weather friend
Parking meters expired all over town
Please tell me this is not my shadow
Broken on the wheel . . . more
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May 07, 2008 10:59 PM EDT --
Sporting Life
I'm pinned down again
muddy paws of conscience
Cain's . . . more
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May 04, 2008 11:21 PM EDT --
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May 10, 2008 10:22 PM EDT --
I pretended to speak hieroglyphics once
Trying to impress a woman. Truth was
I didn't even like hummus. But
When a girl's got a sun disc over her head
and her long slender rays . . . more
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May 06, 2008 11:36 AM EDT --
ledger lines are handholds cut
into thestoneabovethestaff-
hang there...
more
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May 10, 2008 06:36 PM EDT --
I swore I'd never write you again but futility is more just a waste of paper. It's not that I needed to have the last word either. . . . more
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July 19, 2008 10:32 PM EDT --
Her heart beats.
The sad and lonely look on her face.
As she cant believe shes doing this.
He hands her a gown.
Then tells her to change.
As she walks from around . . . more
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May 04, 2008 12:36 PM EDT --
Doom Fell Aspect
i found it anyway, blind folded i felt
nasty habits? i had a few. what the hell, it was . . . more
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May 21, 2008 07:58 PM EDT --
Grab a bread
grind the bee
divide it into four
the third you will devour
and serve with tea.
What have you got?
more
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May 07, 2008 12:50 PM EDT --
Aww shucks
my poetry sucks
I like ducks
I could use a few bucks
aww shucks my poetry sucks
my sheets could use a few tucks
thanks to those dumb ducks
aww shucks my poetry sucks
. . . more
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May 19, 2008 09:31 PM EDT --
skins collide
at different temperatures
one hotter than the other
and the hotter
would heat up the colder
burning it
as fire burns coals to ashes
and the colder . . . more
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May 07, 2008 11:56 AM EDT --
I think that I shall like this group
Though many say my work is poop
And for my work they tend to use their finest scoop
My spirit soars; it does not droop!
Yes I believe I like this . . . more
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June 07, 2008 02:32 PM EDT --
I should have listened when they said you where trouble,
Not to get to know you because you would put me under your spell.
That very spell that blinded me of your faults
And of your manipulation . . . more
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September 08, 2007 05:53 PM EDT --
Portable crappers, and phat gangsta rappers
Overdressed lawyers, who think that they're dapper
Blonde second wives who are festooned with bling—
. . . more
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June 16, 2008 01:16 PM EDT --
*WARNING: Content within article is an experiment and open to criticism. Read at your own risk. It is something that has been rolling around my brain for a while and wanted to just get it out there. I . . . more
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July 19, 2008 12:16 PM EDT --
There are two types of people--those who "get" poetry, and those who don't.
My wife is honest, nay proud that she is one of the first type.
I, on the other hand, was once forced by . . . more
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