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 Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 5:27 pm
EwMonkeys22 OP/L seemed to like it muchly. Just thought I'd share with you as well...**EDITED** --Chocolate Covered Strawberries--Street fight takes place
with fists flying faster than the wind
and insults hurling themselves
onto the hearts of their victims.
Mud and blood
mix to create that perfect color
like strawberries doused in chocolate.
Beads of sweat trickle down
like falling fireworks' sparks.
Their intense energy surmounts
until a scream envelops the stiff, dry air.
The red, white, and blue lights
illuminate the deadly night
as they blind the aggressors.
Black and white are soon to be
the only colors they're left to see. That sounds heaps better, it has a great poetic flow now and is a strong poem the whole way through, well done on the ammendment, i hope you are happy with the results.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 2:24 pm
Kay, I'm gonna forewarn you all, this is religious (Christianly). I'm helping with our Sunday School program, and our theme is 'water' and my teacher said I should write a poem. So, I threw together some things and was wondering if you all would like to help? And if biblical stuff isn't exactly your thing, I'll be posting another poem once I finish with this one that is FAR less... Like total opposites. Like, you wouldn't expect someone who goes to church to come up with something like the next one. Heh heh. Anywho, on with this one...
*&*Holy Water*&*
Flowing liquid sustaining life.
God's creation to serve creation.
His weapon of mass destruction
when all hope was lost.
Clear to rouge,
water to wine,
miracles never cease.
When my brothers were thirsty,
you gave them water.
What you do for them,
you do for me.
Moses, Moses, save them all,
create paths and destroy them
faster than donkeys across deserts
to bring the Savior to birth.
The beads of sweat that descend
on a dark, final day.
The tears He cries when He hears
a voice that's long been astray.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 2:33 pm
And I call myself a Christian... This is the one piece of work that I'd never want my family to see. And you may consider it too perverted (especially for a 14 year old... sweatdrop ) But, I like the ending. So... here yall go:
^^>The Girl You Wouldn't Bring Home to Mama<^^
Met her dancing in a bar
on a pole, of course.
Topless, breasts shine
in the neon lights.
Call her a slut,
but stick a dollar in her
barely-there bikini bottom.
Phone numbers exchange &
hotel room's decided.
Next thing you know
you're on the bed excited.
It shows. You're a man,
of good size too.
No woman's turned you down before.
She walks up from the bathroom.
See-through lingerie
leaves nothing to the imagination.
Not that you're dressed any better.
Climbs on in,
tension grows.
And so do you
in certain places.
Stick it further,
such a pervert.
You don't care
that she's twenty years
younger than you.
She don't care either,
'cause she's bein' satisfied.
One last time,
go again.
Then it's goodnight,
never see you again.
Tomorrow night'll just repeat it.
Over & over.
Life's cycle of ******** and run.
But you don't care
'cause you have fun.
And society wonders
why STD's spread so fast.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 8:42 pm
Haven't posted in a while... I guess I'll give you a new one. Here:
..Gathered.Condensation.is.Prettier.than.You..
Inanimate objects flowing,
through the infinite expanse above.
Fluff & angels' white mattresses
form abstract shapes
left to the imagination.
They cover the fire that
lives in us all.
They cry when we're unhappy,
yet disappear when we're in joy.
Changing & molding
faster than butterflies flutter.
Drifting across the sky
slower than the lazy wind blows.
Creating the perfect canopy
between here and where we wanna go.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 2:08 pm
--Fruit Salad of Life--
Rainbows of flesh,
and differences in belief
make up what should be
a collage of children.
They blend like fruit
placed together in a bowl
to make a beautiful centerpiece.
All are doing their seperate parts
to make the whole reach
it's greatest potential.
Like apples & cherries
with same colored skin,
people may look the same
but think different dreams.
So what if I don't believe
in Heaven like you?
So what if I don't like the same
gender that I'm supposed to?
You shouldn't care,
as long as I'm good to you,
you should be good to me.
Just accept me for me.
(A/N: In social studies, we've been learning about tolerance. My group has to do posters & since they all have heard some of my poetry before, they said I should write a poem. This is what I created, but if you can come up with some way to improve it, please let me know... it's not due til Tuesday, and even after that I'll still improve it just because that's what I do biggrin . Thanks!)
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 4:28 pm
<>
My stomach's stiff.
My heart feels as if it were thrown
off the Titanic & into the icy water.
All of my senses are gone.
'BFF' is what you said.
'Gone tomorrow' is what you meant.
Where are you?
I need you.
Come back to me.
Every time you stare
with those 'innocent' blue eyes,
you make me freeze.
Ice flows like blood through my veins.
It's so cold now.
Whenever we cross paths anymore,
you make me look away.
I can't stand you now.
I try to reconcile,
but you just disagree.
No matter what I say,
it's wrong to you.
I don't want you now.
(A/N: As you can probably tell, I'm not having the greatest of times with my 'best friend'. The reference to 'innocent' blue eyes was a joke among us, but now it's like... *trails off into another world*)
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 6:29 pm
Meh, life's been difficult lately. Enjoy...
,,,,Life's Classrooms Aren't A.B.C & 1.2.3,,,,
Our arguments never cease
like heart beats.
The only way they'll stop
is to kill them.
Endless bickering
plus classroom pressures
minus anyone to comfort you
equals an unsolvable equation.
Shows what good math class is.
Back in the day,
I was happy.
End of story.
History's useless too.
Penmanship flows
onto snow white pages,
the equivalent of a sad,
sappy love poem.
No help from language arts.
We're made up of atoms.
Who the hell cares
about something so small
when you've got a thousand-foot line
waiting at your 'free advice' booth?
Run a mile in gym,
you pass.
Run a mile in life,
and you haven't moved an inch.
Art can't paint
a morbid enough picture,
nor music a dark enough song.
Lunch is what kills you.
Food is fat.
Fat is harassment.
No food is anorexic.
Either way you're screwed.
Which is why I ask,
what is the point of school?
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 3:32 pm
sweatdrop Sorry to anyone who's been keeping track of my poetry... I've been surprisingly busy lately, so I haven't been able to create or post anything. Alright, that being said, I'm officially saving this spot for later tonight where I will create for you, on the spot, a beautiful work of art. 3nodding Until later, loves.
heart
**Later**
Woot! I'm back! Alrighty, as I said before, I got somethin for ya. Hope you like. It's quite short compared with my others, but it's a rather different topic 3nodding
.>The Corner of Killer Street & Murder Road<.
Cheaper than gasoline to fuel cars,
anger fuels road rage upon the superhighway.
So rushed to go nowhere
without notice of any others.
Blindness leads to vehicles embracing
closer than love-stricken teenage bodies.
When the red of the stoplights are ignored,
the blood shed below redefines the color.
Oblivious to limits and restrictions,
they fly through neighborhoods
with a heavy alcohol on their breath.
Intoxicated & conceited,
metals collides with everything in sight,
closing the headlight eyes
simultaneously with the driver's.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 9:16 pm
EwMonkeys22 sweatdrop Sorry to anyone who's been keeping track of my poetry... I've been surprisingly busy lately, so I haven't been able to create or post anything. Alright, that being said, I'm officially saving this spot for later tonight where I will create for you, on the spot, a beautiful work of art. 3nodding Until later, loves. heart **Later**
Woot! I'm back! Alrighty, as I said before, I got somethin for ya. Hope you like. It's quite short compared with my others, but it's a rather different topic 3nodding
.>The Corner of Killer Street & Murder Road<.
Cheaper than gasoline to fuel cars,
anger fuels road rage upon the superhighway.
So rushed to go nowhere
without notice of any others.
Blindness leads to vehicles embracing
closer than love-stricken teenage bodies.
When the red of the stoplights are ignored,
the blood shed below redefines the color.
Oblivious to limits and restrictions,
they fly through neighborhoods
with a heavy alcohol on their breath.
Intoxicated & conceited,
metals collides with everything in sight,
closing the headlight eyes
simultaneously with the driver's.
heart Wow the ending on this poem is everything it needs to be, it provokes thought, it's strong, it's insightful yet at the same time shows the grisly nature in which these things can occur. However i must criticise the begining, i didn't really like it at all. The first two lines just seemed a bit like meaningless statements and a new reader to your work might be a little turned off by how it begins, i would hate for that to happen for they would miss out on the ending. I would say the first four lines need to be reworked, however i would definitely think of scrapping the first two. Overall though i loved the very evident change of theme for you as a writer very well done, and the ending makes this poem really worthwhile, well done!
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:08 pm
>>>Wake Up & Smell The Huggies Turn Into Cheap Perfume<<<
Livin' in a land of Tinkerbells,
children grow with false hopes.
What they don't know can't hurt them.
They want to dance with purple dinosaurs
and live with Ernie & Bert.
A dream is a wish your heart makes.
No one reveals that nap-time years
are shorter than their attention spans,
and blankie isn't immortal.
It's just a phase; they'll grow out of it.
A few years from now your
'Baby girl' will be dancin' in a club.
And that dearest boy you hold so close
will be runnin' away with his fears.
My kid will never be that suicidal teen.
Maybe it's not the little ones who need to grow up.
(A/N... The words in italics are like the parents either talking to their kids or some other adult. Any comments & criticism are welcome... Thanks.)
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 1:41 pm
Fun fun! Another poem about sex... rolleyes
Slutty Princess
Follow my orders;
I own you.
My power is higher
than a hippie on crack.
When I say '******** me',
you say 'With pleasure'.
Who needs emotions
when you've got feelings like these?
The sensation I get when I drop my gown
to my ankles before I join you
on the royal balcony for the night.
Oh, babe, don't bother callin' me gorgeous.
I'll never see you again.
Just keep your mouth
tight against mine,
and you'll be able to brag
to your little peasant buddies,
'I bet you didn't ******** the princess.'
And they'll just reply,
'Yeah we have.'
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 4:39 pm
Brand new, written just for you...
Please Pass the Pain Killers
The pain shooting through my body
is faster than a cowboy shooting through a ghost town.
From my soles,
through my soul,
to the tips of my hair,
hurt courses through my every inch.
Caressing each bone as it flows
like blood
to each region of my being.
My heart's beats have slowed;
minimal breathing's occuring.
The eye in my mind is sleeping now,
and my limbs have been pulverized.
Help my poor & dying life;
save me from destruction.
I fall onto my broken knees,
collapsing into ashes.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:17 am
you are gooood!! vVery good..I wigh I could be like you!! blaugh
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:42 pm
__Titleless__ (help?? If you create one I'll be eternally grateful xd )
Drip drop;
Tick tock.
Measure the time
as it swirls down
the infinite tubes,
confining its path
the way a mother
cages her young.
The passage of the flow
is soothing.
Caressing.
But it's intent is worse
than an over-dramatic actress
tackling Romeo & Juliet.
"Where for be art thee me
dear sweet guy on a horse?"
The imperfection,
untalent,
and pure horrific nature of the attempts
demolishes the guts of those who witness.
The child cries out,
Mother, Mother.
But she can't hear him;
the suffocation she provides to him
stifles his cries.
He needs to breathe.
She needs to back off.
(btw, thank you LaRoxa for the compliments)
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:23 pm
I really liked your first one, "My Soldier". It had a lot of emotion behind it, and it told an interesting story. biggrin that one was my favorite, anyway.
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