I can't stand still,
I'm drunk off my ass,
Vodka and Pepsi just don't mix!
I dunno what to do,
I think I'm gonna die,
Just catch me now
So I don't smash my head on the ground.
Holy sh*t,
I think I'm gonna hurl,
So just stand far away from me.
My mouth is swollen up,
I got a f*cked up sense of taste.
My head is aching all over,
Just kill me now and end my misery!
And that my friends, is Jaded!
BTW, is this getting annoying? If so, mission accomplished!
Friday, 10 July 2015
Untitled as of yet
Lots of people will post poetry they just wrote two minutes earlier, so I will try it too. Don't criticize me too bad, this is my first try. : )
Untitled as of yet
tick, tick, tick,
the clock continuously
clicks and it ticks
as more time passes,
and still the
tap, tap, tap
of the tree against
the window
drives me crazy,
so the tick,
the tick,
the tick is in my hair,
get it OUT!
As I tap, tap, tap
my restraints against
the cold, hard, metal bed
I lay upon and
stare blank eyed
towards the window to freedom
my life blood
drip,
drip,
drips
from the severed veins
once again torn open,
and my time
tick, tick, ticks
and is up.
Alright, that was really weird for me. I've never just sat there and written something that other people were going to see without revising it a hundred or so times. So, I apologize if it sucks, but oh well. Little effort was put into it. ; )
~Ciara, Dragonback rider
Untitled as of yet
tick, tick, tick,
the clock continuously
clicks and it ticks
as more time passes,
and still the
tap, tap, tap
of the tree against
the window
drives me crazy,
so the tick,
the tick,
the tick is in my hair,
get it OUT!
As I tap, tap, tap
my restraints against
the cold, hard, metal bed
I lay upon and
stare blank eyed
towards the window to freedom
my life blood
drip,
drip,
drips
from the severed veins
once again torn open,
and my time
tick, tick, ticks
and is up.
Alright, that was really weird for me. I've never just sat there and written something that other people were going to see without revising it a hundred or so times. So, I apologize if it sucks, but oh well. Little effort was put into it. ; )
~Ciara, Dragonback rider
Thursday, 9 July 2015
What a woman says:
"This place is a mess! C'mon!
You and I need to clean up!
Your stuff is lying on the floor and
you'll have no clothes to wear if we
don't do laundry right now!"
What a man hears:
blah, blah, blah, blah, C'MON
blah, blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I
blah, blah, blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR
blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES
blah, blah, blah, blah, RIGHT NOW
Lighter in my hand,
I set the trash can ablaze
And run like hell
"This place is a mess! C'mon!
You and I need to clean up!
Your stuff is lying on the floor and
you'll have no clothes to wear if we
don't do laundry right now!"
What a man hears:
blah, blah, blah, blah, C'MON
blah, blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I
blah, blah, blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR
blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES
blah, blah, blah, blah, RIGHT NOW
Lighter in my hand,
I set the trash can ablaze
And run like hell
"POEM: Peanut Butter."
Peanut butter I do seek
For the strong and the meek
So they may love with all their hearts
The delicious nectar that summons farts
Though by society it is shunned
It's fragrant nature soon shall stun
The masses from whence it came
And then they may only blame
Themselves for the pungent stench
Brought by the unwashed spectral wench
Of their own darkest, deepest evil
From the depths of dark upheaval
Within their colons of shining gold
Singing songs from days of old
And dancing to the merry tune
Of the happy gas that comes too soon
Or too late, to the weak of mind
Who cannot appreciate the behind
In the way that it was meant to be
As a musical, whimsical, happiness tree
That sprouts, each day, the golden fruits
Who bring about the most divine toots
In conclusion, I dare say
I eat a barrel everyday
For to not, would be so sad
Not to give thanks to the little lad
That we hath brought onto the Earth
Full of happy pooping mirth
Only to turn our hairy backs to him
Would be an act of mortal sin
Lastly, we must thank the Lord
For the love of the pooping gourd
Amen.
This poem was made by anger.
Anger would like to thank the following for their contributions:
Zypher
Duke
Ritz Bits Sanwiches
Skippy
Jiff
Caffeine
For the strong and the meek
So they may love with all their hearts
The delicious nectar that summons farts
Though by society it is shunned
It's fragrant nature soon shall stun
The masses from whence it came
And then they may only blame
Themselves for the pungent stench
Brought by the unwashed spectral wench
Of their own darkest, deepest evil
From the depths of dark upheaval
Within their colons of shining gold
Singing songs from days of old
And dancing to the merry tune
Of the happy gas that comes too soon
Or too late, to the weak of mind
Who cannot appreciate the behind
In the way that it was meant to be
As a musical, whimsical, happiness tree
That sprouts, each day, the golden fruits
Who bring about the most divine toots
In conclusion, I dare say
I eat a barrel everyday
For to not, would be so sad
Not to give thanks to the little lad
That we hath brought onto the Earth
Full of happy pooping mirth
Only to turn our hairy backs to him
Would be an act of mortal sin
Lastly, we must thank the Lord
For the love of the pooping gourd
Amen.
This poem was made by anger.
Anger would like to thank the following for their contributions:
Zypher
Duke
Ritz Bits Sanwiches
Skippy
Jiff
Caffeine
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
Strange Poetry
Strange poetry of word and rhyme
it takes a toll upon my mind
and ever hour day and time
I pretend that it is all just fine.
But beneath the folds of my skin
there lies an evil deep within
yet I fell I'll never win
against this evil of poetic sin.
I have never liked it, no
for others or for me to show
for it's useless nature only grows
and I shall always see it as so.
For in my eye it means s*it
not even the littlest tiniest bit
so all that I may do is sit
and ponder a way to comprehend it.
So here I sit forever more
pondering words and rhyme and bore
but thinking has become a chore
perhaps I'll sleep, and so I snore.
Life: The abridged Version
Stupidity is the savior
From all the worries of my life
Protects the innocent from the world
Blocks the evil from our sight
And in its sweet embrace
We may find peace
Peace is the comfort
For which we search
From our family and our friends
To keep us happy we seek it
Unattainable, out of reach
Of our small understanding
Understanding will always be sought
Within, without, it wont be found
The pursuit will last forever
Our frail human bodies
Must surrender to time
And so we die
.
.
.
Thank ye.
Strange poetry of word and rhyme
it takes a toll upon my mind
and ever hour day and time
I pretend that it is all just fine.
But beneath the folds of my skin
there lies an evil deep within
yet I fell I'll never win
against this evil of poetic sin.
I have never liked it, no
for others or for me to show
for it's useless nature only grows
and I shall always see it as so.
For in my eye it means s*it
not even the littlest tiniest bit
so all that I may do is sit
and ponder a way to comprehend it.
So here I sit forever more
pondering words and rhyme and bore
but thinking has become a chore
perhaps I'll sleep, and so I snore.
Life: The abridged Version
Stupidity is the savior
From all the worries of my life
Protects the innocent from the world
Blocks the evil from our sight
And in its sweet embrace
We may find peace
Peace is the comfort
For which we search
From our family and our friends
To keep us happy we seek it
Unattainable, out of reach
Of our small understanding
Understanding will always be sought
Within, without, it wont be found
The pursuit will last forever
Our frail human bodies
Must surrender to time
And so we die
.
.
.
Thank ye.
Pepsi is good
Pepsi good,
Coke crap.
Pepsi good,
Coke sh*t.
Sugar is good,
Caffine is weak.
Pepsi, drink of Gods,
Coke, tool of the Devil.
Coke crap.
Pepsi good,
Coke sh*t.
Sugar is good,
Caffine is weak.
Pepsi, drink of Gods,
Coke, tool of the Devil.
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