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"Poetry corner"

The idea behind this place is that instead of starting your own thread with one poem they can all go in here instead.
Here is then, a place for your all your word's of beauty, anger, love, disappointment and anything else you care to add.

Dreamcoat

Joseph
Your technicolour glow
like that
of the sun
but with colours
numerous and bright
glowing in the
daytime light

Thoughts swirl
through
the colours
swirl like elephants
elephants
stuck up trees

It hurts

The telephone rings in my ear
why was i holding the telephone to my ear

when it was not riging?

Who was I talking to
was it the operator?
Surely not the operator
for I killed her with my axe

Axe, axe axe so beautiful
you shine in my moonlight shine shine
Please never stop your sleuthy-ful
Or horses will ejac their little men
at your new

and old

old old old, it hurts me

like a ring closing round a pole.
your pole, a ring of rubber like
a bronchii
reacting to the histamine to me
which you squirt
and we are one

now I'm in pain.
I am pain
I am your pain
we are pain
we are payed
to be pains in the side of the world
the world

OH WORLD! lament my and do not begrudge me my one last
look

at the shattered peni that I call
Wakka.

"Hair"

This string in my mouth
is like a constant reminder of
You. I can't get it out it is lodged
Between my teeth.

Should I call the doctors? Or the
Proctors?
It smells awfully like
Salt. The taste is foul,
like your Mother all over again.

The hair is long, and mildly
Curly.
Bitter sweet pubic hair.

Shift_expectations

Untold stories shift in my mind
I make small toads abuse each other
Your missile to the side I wind
A crash full on is your mother.

Mother so sweet and precious
Like a Goatbi blowing in the wind
I've felt your bosom
It heaves like a small onion

Unwrap my onion
Let it squirt it's juice

Eye full of Juice

hELp!

Eye full of justice
makes the eyed fool just miss
and SPLACK

like a rock
in the face of Winter's peril and Dian's visage

Your skin smooth as monumental alabast
points the bony finger of times slow moving wrath
at that girl
in the picture
that Goatbi showed us

Remember ye?

Azul

There once was a brick called Azul
Who fell into the swimming pool
It danced on his face
And stabbed him with a mace
And no longer did he swallow toadstools

Intercom

Brrrrrrrr
Reeeeerrr
Brrrrrrrr
ING

I hope you all appreciate my Neo-Classical Meridithean Sonnet.
It's even in Iambic Pentameter.

"Fina."

This isn't right;
My eyes they
bleed.
Your face is terrible, it makes me
Weep.

I see you now,
under my
Bed.
Lying there.
Dead.

I killed you good.
I killed you hard I
Put a lemon
lnto your
mouth.

You wept much, however I did not
Care.

Dear dear Fina, how much I miss
Thee.

Calculator

I sit with my hand on my eye
A cat at my villanous window sits,
No time to watch the time go by
I hammer mice to get my kicks

Since yesterday I've had no face
The surgery removed my features,
I struggle hard to find my place
in this book about you creatures

Before I come to my sticky end
It's imperative that you understand,
Your ugly face I cannot mend
With bricks, my friends, or even, sand.


Fin.

omg wtf!!!

ur da 1 postin crap memarandam!!!

I'm done.