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I haven't sat down and really worked on writing much lately. Mostly I've just had a minute or five of inspiration in the early hours of the morning where I've written a bit.
Here's my most recent piece:
Into
Walking from pond to pond--
We never knew that it wasn't the right way--
We didn't care either.
Meeting a fork in the road--
We never knew that we had to choose a path--
We wandered into the bushes.
Chasing a flock of pigeons--
We never knew that they'd fly away.
And here's an older one that people I know seem to like (I like it as well):
Green Water
A subtle breeze—
The wind embraces—
Sitting silently
Sweet, fresh, cool Morning’s mist entices—
Strolling off into the water.
Looking back—
The trees’ green sway—
They wish eyes upon them.
An inquisitive ordeal between them and I—
Eye to eye—
They waved goodbye as I left into the blue.
I entered the water—
Or rather,
The water entered I.
As always, I value any comments
, and if you like it, see my signature for a link to my blog (which has basically turned into me ONLY writing poetry and stories).
Here's my most recent piece:
Into
Walking from pond to pond--
We never knew that it wasn't the right way--
We didn't care either.
Meeting a fork in the road--
We never knew that we had to choose a path--
We wandered into the bushes.
Chasing a flock of pigeons--
We never knew that they'd fly away.
And here's an older one that people I know seem to like (I like it as well):
Green Water
A subtle breeze—
The wind embraces—
Sitting silently
Sweet, fresh, cool Morning’s mist entices—
Strolling off into the water.
Looking back—
The trees’ green sway—
They wish eyes upon them.
An inquisitive ordeal between them and I—
Eye to eye—
They waved goodbye as I left into the blue.
I entered the water—
Or rather,
The water entered I.
As always, I value any comments
, and if you like it, see my signature for a link to my blog (which has basically turned into me ONLY writing poetry and stories).
Organic love
Bound and unable to fight
Blind folded - unable to see the light
Your **** shredded into pieces
Befouled with feces
The blowtorch tickles your feet
You can smell the burning meat
My fist in your anus
Completes my crime so heinous
Knucles tearing the spinchter
Make you whimper
Breasts impaled with nails
You scream before your heart fails
- to be continued, maybe
Bound and unable to fight
Blind folded - unable to see the light
Your **** shredded into pieces
Befouled with feces
The blowtorch tickles your feet
You can smell the burning meat
My fist in your anus
Completes my crime so heinous
Knucles tearing the spinchter
Make you whimper
Breasts impaled with nails
You scream before your heart fails
- to be continued, maybe
Ptolemaius
Banned
*bump for poetry's sake*
I didn't write this, but someone who means a lot to me did:
To him whose soul is ever searching
For the grandeur world amidst fading stars,
Amidst the clamor of sordid waking
And the mellow whims of ungraceful charms.
Here you'll find your valiant dreaming
In the meadows of life yonder and dreaming
Bequeathed.
Forever in this mirror, you'll only find
Your soul; for it is sleeping.
I didn't write this, but someone who means a lot to me did:
To him whose soul is ever searching
For the grandeur world amidst fading stars,
Amidst the clamor of sordid waking
And the mellow whims of ungraceful charms.
Here you'll find your valiant dreaming
In the meadows of life yonder and dreaming
Bequeathed.
Forever in this mirror, you'll only find
Your soul; for it is sleeping.
Cheese On Toast.
I have cheese on toast.
I do not boast.
I like cheese.
I ask the shop keeper for some cheese please.
I like toast.
So does my friend tom the ghost
Me and tom touch each other
Just like my father and my mother
My dog joe is horny.
His cock is thorny.
My phone is made of lead.
I maked my goldfish dead.
Today I read a book.
I whip my wife to cook.
I was flying in a plane.
I hit the pilot with my cane.
Fat ladys on the interwebs are silly.
Fapped off to by a boy named billy.
I don't like Windows media player.
Every day it gets gayer.
I have cheese on toast.
But I like sex the most.
I have cheese on toast.
I do not boast.
I like cheese.
I ask the shop keeper for some cheese please.
I like toast.
So does my friend tom the ghost
Me and tom touch each other
Just like my father and my mother
My dog joe is horny.
His cock is thorny.
My phone is made of lead.
I maked my goldfish dead.
Today I read a book.
I whip my wife to cook.
I was flying in a plane.
I hit the pilot with my cane.
Fat ladys on the interwebs are silly.
Fapped off to by a boy named billy.
I don't like Windows media player.
Every day it gets gayer.
I have cheese on toast.
But I like sex the most.
There once was a man with a habit,
Of eating live tasty raw rabbit
But when one objected
He was strongly dejected
And uh... decided to stab it -.-
There was a monk from Tibet
Who never had broken a sweat
But when shot in the spleen
By a communist regime
He found that his robes were all wet! (Ok, that was so contrived... )
There was a young geek from France
Who was eager to find a romance
So he drew up a painting
Of an elf in armour plating
Who was doing a belly dance! (Ugh... *shudder* These suck. That one didn't even scan!)
This young geek fell straight in love
And got out his wanking glove.
He didn't wait to beat
His now throbbing meat
In a manner too sordid to think of... (Muahaha, read it and tremble! Terrible poetry and disgusting imagery. The work of a master.)
There was a poet who, bored
Thought the pen was mightier than the sword
But his poety sucked
And he got ass ****ed
And was forced to stop, thank the Lord!
Of eating live tasty raw rabbit
But when one objected
He was strongly dejected
And uh... decided to stab it -.-
There was a monk from Tibet
Who never had broken a sweat
But when shot in the spleen
By a communist regime
He found that his robes were all wet!
(Ok, that was so contrived... )There was a young geek from France
Who was eager to find a romance
So he drew up a painting
Of an elf in armour plating
Who was doing a belly dance! (Ugh... *shudder* These suck. That one didn't even scan!)
This young geek fell straight in love
And got out his wanking glove.
He didn't wait to beat
His now throbbing meat
In a manner too sordid to think of... (Muahaha, read it and tremble! Terrible poetry and disgusting imagery. The work of a master.)
There was a poet who, bored
Thought the pen was mightier than the sword
But his poety sucked
And he got ass ****ed
And was forced to stop, thank the Lord!
