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A dream, an eagle glides effortlessly through the sky, in his flight there is magic, in his screams there is laughter. There is a great beauty inside which he yearns to share, it’s his greatest desire. But logical giants with arrows of cynicism, shoot the eagle down. His blood runs red. Dreams don’t just die, they are murdered.
A dream, a fawn frollocks joyously through a glade, he launches himself to precarious hieghts, only to land again, on sure, nimble feet. There is a great beauty inside which he yearns to share, it’s his greatest desire. But sensous wolves, with hypnotic eyes, lure the fawn within reach of their razor fangs. His blood runs red.
Innocence isn’t just lost, it is torn away. An old man wanders aimlessly through cold grey streets, his milky eyes, see nothing but ugliness, his soul has been battered into conformity. He screams, “I had something beautiful to share, DAMN YOU ALL!” and falls, lifeless, to the ground. His blood, running red, is lapped up by soulless zombies, as teardrops fill their haunted eyes. Blood covers The City like a big red afghan. POW BIFF WHAMMO! Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 05/11/2008 11:53PM | View MONGOLoidWARRIOR...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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Gad damn it, I pour my heart and soul into this ****ty poetry and I can’t even get so much as a **** you this **** sucks from the trolls?
**** this all!!!Log in to see images! Blood covers The City like a big red afghan. POW BIFF WHAMMO! Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 05/12/2008 1:10AM | View MONGOLoidWARRIOR...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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sorry, drama happening elsewhere.
Yeah, dream-poems always seem cool to the dreamer. Last night I dreamed I was eating an enormous sausage. When I woke up, my male reproductive organ was missing. |
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Posted On: 05/12/2008 1:12AM | View crotchbiter_the_...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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**** this **** sucks.
I didn’t read it because it was boring.
THREAD? DEAD |
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Posted On: 05/12/2008 1:13AM | View ERECTILE-RAPIST's Profile | # | ||||||
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Now things are back to normal.
Damn…I just realized how much I hate the way things are normally…
Log in to see images!
I think I will go play with myself, then feel depressed and shameful about it, then get aroused by my own shame, and play with myself again, leading to yet more shame. Blood covers The City like a big red afghan. POW BIFF WHAMMO! Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 05/12/2008 1:16AM | View MONGOLoidWARRIOR...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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MONGOLoidWARRIOR Posted:
And then you should write a poem about it. |
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Posted On: 05/12/2008 1:17AM | View ERECTILE-RAPIST's Profile | # | ||||||
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I’m personally on the side of logical giants and arrows of cynicism.
Other than that the imagery is evocative. Resonant of Keats with a Native American new-age shamanism flavor. Last night I dreamed I was eating an enormous sausage. When I woke up, my male reproductive organ was missing. |
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Posted On: 05/12/2008 1:18AM | View crotchbiter_the_...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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ERECTILE-RAPIST Posted:
Why so I can expose my shame to all of you? Hmmm…good idea! Blood covers The City like a big red afghan. POW BIFF WHAMMO! Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 05/12/2008 1:19AM | View MONGOLoidWARRIOR...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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Hey, I once had a dream too.
I was part of the Liberation Army against…..something. The world was futuristic and post-apocalyptic.
Me and a few other brave soldiers (I was the dude with the highest level and prestige clbum) had to carry a very important artifact across the wasteland:- a trampoline frame.
We carried the trampoline for days, stopping for neither food, rest, sleep, or masturbation. Then we reached a high school. It was quiet…..too quiet.
SUDDENLY, WE WERE SET UPON BY THE HORDES OF THE EVIL The Bad Guy™!
We ran as fast as we could, doing our best to dodge the deadly broken kitchen appliances hurled at us by the despicable legion of ninja grannies. As they edged swiftly towards us on their zimmer frames, we heard them screeching their fearsome battle cries:
“B34! F82! C12! BINGOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
We reached the stairs of jelly, and climbed them as quickly as our tentacles would allow. We were almost at the principle’s office, and blessed sanctuary, when we ran into one of the evil army’s most feared generals…THE GAMESHOW HOST WITH THE REALLY BAD TOUPEE! He stood with his legs wide apart, flashed his blindingly white capped teeth at us, then proceeded to tell us:
“Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!”
Then I woke up with a killer hangover and spent the whole day vomiting. |
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Posted On: 05/12/2008 1:21AM | View Something_Witty's Profile | # | ||||||