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Yes, it's that time again. Time for a new poem competition to leave it's fickle seed and begin life. After my amazing victory in the last SCP (where it looked as if I could lose it until the very last second) I've decided to set a new one, uber fast.
So, yeah. Word up, holmes. The topic for this competition is... Passion
Be it passion fruit, passion of the christ, passion with your mum or just simply Buddle's love for the crew, you can write about it. And anything else. At all.
Go go go my gaybys.
Oh, yeah, well done on all the late entries, but today was the finishing date. So yeah.
JFH am teh winnar.
So, yeah. Word up, holmes. The topic for this competition is... Passion
Be it passion fruit, passion of the christ, passion with your mum or just simply Buddle's love for the crew, you can write about it. And anything else. At all.
Go go go my gaybys.
Oh, yeah, well done on all the late entries, but today was the finishing date. So yeah.
JFH am teh winnar.
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As I walk away
[I]I can see that fire in your eyes
that burning passion begging me to stay
but you know it's over.
you know I've got dreams
It's perfect here. You're perfect.
Which is why I'm leaving.
I could never be you, we both know it
as the gold streams from the crowd I whisper my last goodbyes
Now everything's black and white for me
An alien in a foreign land
away from you.
Maybe I'll return some day, black and gold
I know they still want me.
But no matter how much I change
how much I bend and break
I can never be you.
I can never be Crew.
[I]I can see that fire in your eyes
that burning passion begging me to stay
but you know it's over.
you know I've got dreams
It's perfect here. You're perfect.
Which is why I'm leaving.
I could never be you, we both know it
as the gold streams from the crowd I whisper my last goodbyes
Now everything's black and white for me
An alien in a foreign land
away from you.
Maybe I'll return some day, black and gold
I know they still want me.
But no matter how much I change
how much I bend and break
I can never be you.
I can never be Crew.
We love star jumps
I said we love star jumps
I said we love star jumps
Embracing Change
Here is a place I've lived all my life
Leaving it seems like It will cause depression and strife
The pain of leaving friends cuts like a knife
I feel as if I'm loosing a part of my life
Like I'm letting go of something deep inside
But here I will stand with arms opened wide
Embracing my new life with a passion of pride
With eyes wide open, here I'll stand
Embracing this blessing hand in hand
Yes, here I'll stand
Yes, here I'll stand
Here is a place I've lived all my life
Leaving it seems like It will cause depression and strife
The pain of leaving friends cuts like a knife
I feel as if I'm loosing a part of my life
Like I'm letting go of something deep inside
But here I will stand with arms opened wide
Embracing my new life with a passion of pride
With eyes wide open, here I'll stand
Embracing this blessing hand in hand
Yes, here I'll stand
Yes, here I'll stand
It's not about the winning...
It's not about the taking part.
It's just about loving Buddle.
It's not about the taking part.
It's just about loving Buddle.
Ah well, I was winning for six hours almost.
Passion Of The Christ 3: A New Spirit
This tale of ages and ages ago
in the year of 38AD,
starts with a man named Jesus who
was a MetroStar and a gayby.
Jesus thought he was all that
had people worship at his feet,
soon it was realised he was no messiah
but just some long-haired cheat.
And that very day it emerged
Jesus hung above, up high,
waiting to give in
waiting to die.
His corpse was examined
and it turned out he actually was the identical twin of original Jesus,
(hence how he managed to trick everyone by resurrecting and stuff)
He was no saviour,
Just a crap David Blaine.
Finally, the people opened their eyes,
and opened their ears,
and opened their hearts,
to Buddle, the real saviour.
The real God of us all.
And to show his appreciation
for this world he once made,
the Budd donned his Crew kit
sat with his people, and prayed.
The passion of the Budd was born,
and everyone celebrated by eating fried chicken
(and corn)
This tale of ages and ages ago
in the year of 38AD,
starts with a man named Jesus who
was a MetroStar and a gayby.
Jesus thought he was all that
had people worship at his feet,
soon it was realised he was no messiah
but just some long-haired cheat.
And that very day it emerged
Jesus hung above, up high,
waiting to give in
waiting to die.
His corpse was examined
and it turned out he actually was the identical twin of original Jesus,
(hence how he managed to trick everyone by resurrecting and stuff)
He was no saviour,
Just a crap David Blaine.
Finally, the people opened their eyes,
and opened their ears,
and opened their hearts,
to Buddle, the real saviour.
The real God of us all.
And to show his appreciation
for this world he once made,
the Budd donned his Crew kit
sat with his people, and prayed.
The passion of the Budd was born,
and everyone celebrated by eating fried chicken
(and corn)
Brian was a guy who drank whisky with his coke,
He had style, he had grace, but he was an ugly bloke.
He wanted to be cool, not look like a fool,
But he was U-G-L-Y and he had no alibi. He was ugly!
The passion for his looks took him to the extreme,
He got in a plastic surgeon if you know what I mean.
He had a face lift, a bit of nip/tuck too
And he paid for the work with the money in his shoe.
He looked in the mirror and what did he see?
One cool cat that was no longer ugly.
He went out into the town, ordered whisky and coke,
A pretty girl came up to him and he started to choke.
He offered her drink, she said ok,
But then he found out that she thought he was gay!
His fashion sense was too good to be straight
And the drink he drunk was 'super great'.
Brian sighed, so sad was he,
And the girl walked away embarassedly.
Brian went home, folded up his clothes
And lay down down on his silk pillows.
He had style, he had grace, but he was an ugly bloke.
He wanted to be cool, not look like a fool,
But he was U-G-L-Y and he had no alibi. He was ugly!
The passion for his looks took him to the extreme,
He got in a plastic surgeon if you know what I mean.
He had a face lift, a bit of nip/tuck too
And he paid for the work with the money in his shoe.
He looked in the mirror and what did he see?
One cool cat that was no longer ugly.
He went out into the town, ordered whisky and coke,
A pretty girl came up to him and he started to choke.
He offered her drink, she said ok,
But then he found out that she thought he was gay!
His fashion sense was too good to be straight
And the drink he drunk was 'super great'.
Brian sighed, so sad was he,
And the girl walked away embarassedly.
Brian went home, folded up his clothes
And lay down down on his silk pillows.
Yes, it's that time again. Time for a new poem competition to leave it's fickle seed and begin life. After my amazing victory in the last SCP (where it looked as if I could lose it until the very last second) I've decided to set a new one, uber fast.
So, yeah. Word up, holmes. The topic for this competition is... Passion
Be it passion fruit, passion of the christ, passion with your mum or just simply Buddle's love for the crew, you can write about it. And anything else. At all.
Go go go my gaybys.
Oh, yeah, well done on all the late entries, but today was the finishing date. So yeah.
JFH am teh winnar.
So, yeah. Word up, holmes. The topic for this competition is... Passion
Be it passion fruit, passion of the christ, passion with your mum or just simply Buddle's love for the crew, you can write about it. And anything else. At all.
Go go go my gaybys.
Oh, yeah, well done on all the late entries, but today was the finishing date. So yeah.
JFH am teh winnar.
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