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"New and shiny Short Poem Competition"

Ashman wins.

Ashman wrote:
> Okay, to save making a new thread and all that gayby stuff. Lets
> restart right here. Yeah, that's right. Go ahead and alter your first
> post if you want, immy.
>
> Anyway, the topic is, "a single, small south american
> child"
>
> Go.

Done for

I wait
and I wait

and I wait
but still, no reversal

We may have won back your ghost
from the old enemy
but that's another species
another planet

so whilst I sit at home
waiting for you to turn
I listen
on my wireless radio
to you
going dow the same old route
the same old path
the same old places
the same old disappointment

Dedicated to Leeds, and, stanza 3 is for the Ashes, hoves.

I watched it dance my way
The beauty captivated me
It engulfed all in it's way
Yet I sat,
Still

I watched him struggle
It searched for him
It found and maimed him
Yet I sat,
Still

I watched the horrified faces
And I smiled
As it came for and tortured them
Yet I sat,
Still

The cruel blaze rages on
Burning all it surveys
Across the savanha scrublands the grass burns
Nothing left but dirt and ferns

Sweeping the land
Taking all it sees
Razing the ground and brining the people to their knees


As sure as the embers stir in the hearth
The fire engulfs mother earth

A Level Media Studies

[I]if I could choose a word
to describe this simple
simple subject
it would be 'omfg-easy'

you nerd-wannabe.
if you wanna be cool
do history

Oh no.
Neal did it.
Life is awful
bad
worse
terrible
I get locked up for it.
It was not me.
Our lust for warmth
left us in this
horribly horrible
state of affairs.

Prison!

It was Neal!

A Level Media Studies

So what is the affect of the media, my friend,
in terms of society?
Maybe its good because it informs us of stuff,
or maybe STFU YOU GAYBY.

Matches

[I]they sit there
alone
waiting to be lit
by idle hands
by a wondering finger
by me

Leaning over
i know the risks
carefully calculated
deep in my mind
i know this is the end

as the room engulfs me in flames
i kneel
i weep
i cry
i listen to my chemical romance and slit my wrists

why did I have to be a pyromaniac goth?

I see.

-------------------------

Don't play with matches

I light the match,
I watch the
Flames
engulf the room. I
Smile
as the sofa turns orange,
The chair turns orange,
I turn organge.
Everything turns black.

fin.

Of course. They should only be shortish poems, no point starting a new thread.

Shall we post them in this thread?