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Here I sat and jerked my pud Next in here is you, bud Sorry but I had to spew So as you leave, check your shoe |
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Posted On: 03/10/2008 4:42PM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
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Norn Posted:
Wow such a great, deep british pome. So moving. I Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 03/11/2008 12:43AM | View Dante Kinkade's Profile | # | ||||||
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hey everyone. i dont care if u like this or anything but let me know, whatever Log in to see images!
When You Come
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few. Baubles of stolen kisses. Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words,
I CRY. Maya Angelou edited this message on 03/13/2008 12:26AM |
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Posted On: 03/13/2008 12:22AM | View Maya Angelou's Profile | # | ||||||
I’m going to first try posting poetry here. Then I’ll maybe post the really hard stuff.
As I Lay Awake
As I lay awake, Your tender hand did touch me, But I did not open my eyes, For fear of scaring you off; Once you knew that I knew, Our love could no longer be. Take me now, sweet abyss. |
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Posted On: 03/13/2008 3:34AM | View 1point618's Profile | # | ||||||
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Sitting in the dark abyss, Nothing can find me in my miasma cloud. You could have saved me from my blackness, But you walked away from me, thief of my heart. May my blood forever stain your evil soul. |
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Posted On: 03/13/2008 6:52AM | View bewaremybrain's Profile | # | ||||||
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Roses are red
McDonalds is greasy
Emos have less personality
Than my feces. Hey, I’m just playin’ the role. Really, I’m a nice guy at heart, just Tubmail me to find out.
On an epic quest to male reproductive organslap all emo kids into oblivion. |
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Posted On: 03/13/2008 6:54AM | View Amp Zaphrix's Profile | # | ||||||
As I sit and write this poem, My bum is heaving’ and a blowing’, Stinking up this bathroom stall, I’m trying not to spray the wall, I can’t control it, I wanna die, It must have been, that pumpkin pie. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:11AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Noses are red, faces are blue, You stunk up the can, with the fart that you blew. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:12AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are red, to freshen the loo, To cover the stench, in the mall restroom. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:12AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
The roses are dead, the warnings are true, That god awful stench, must have come outta you. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:12AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are red, Violets are blue, A perv in an outhouse, gets a ****ty rear view. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:12AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are red, toilets are white, I’m forcing it out, with all of my might. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:12AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are pink, toilets can stink, The pipes are all plugged, gotta **** in the sink. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:12AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are red, and they smell pretty too, but not when they grow, in big piles of poo. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:13AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are red, and have thorns that can cut, So don’t ever use them, to wipe your bare bum. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:13AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are black, and may represent death, I can’t stand the stench, am on my last breath. |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:13AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are red, Violets are blue The dog took a crap, in your favorite new shoes |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:13AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are red, Violets are blue I’m sure it’s been said, that your farts are not few |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:14AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are red, Violets are green Try sitting instead, you spray when you’re peein’ |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:14AM | View Duroth's Profile | # | ||||||
Roses are red, Violets are blue Your farts smell like, two week old poo. |
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