Best u Can Posted December 4, 2005 Author Share Posted December 4, 2005 ∞÷2 ten fingers, two eyes thirty five thousand hairs one nonillion particles in half a century dead infinity divided by two half of me is in you a soul called man loves God if he can did we fail you? did you expect us to? the probability scares me to satisfy infinity I am above physical when spiritual I am always confused about you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*andrea* Posted December 5, 2005 Share Posted December 5, 2005 pretty, pretty, pretty awesome :smug: yesterday (today) i wrote a poem at 540 am while watching finding nemo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted December 5, 2005 Share Posted December 5, 2005 ∞÷2 ten fingers, two eyes thirty five thousand hairs one nonillion particles in half a century dead infinity divided by two half of me is in you a soul called man loves God if he can did we fail you? did you expect us to? the probability scares me to satisfy infinity I am above physical when spiritual I am always confused about you I love it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted December 6, 2005 Author Share Posted December 6, 2005 This is a collaborative poem made by Gail and me. Hot Steamy Sex Wearing a tied leather bustier Your mind is in the chardonnay A lucky boy lies unaware With my lewd design, beware! Let me be your happy toy And harden you like an alloy Let me take you to the shower There we play cops and robbers In a compromising position You moan in horny anticipation Take the time To watch my pantomime Be perplexed By this passionate sex As it has been all too wet I take you now to my bed Feel the fire ablaze in passion As we release this sexual tension In chaotic harmony Your love satisfied me We have each unveiled a beast Now our tension is released Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 I wrote this while studying my school lessons. It was quite relevant to the subject I was reading so... from homicide to murder you stare at me with vacant eyes with these orbs of a thousand lies (Tell me) what makes homicide a murder, and what makes you mine forever? with every known treachery lies a matching cruelty with obvious premeditation i strike with determination your lips leaves an icy trail a vessel of a love that failed (Tell me) what makes homicide a murder, and what makes you mine forever? (Love...?) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
silverion Posted December 8, 2005 Share Posted December 8, 2005 The following poem is inspired by some things i have been doing on a college course. Tell me what you think? All that you are Question myself t'other day bout thins i wanna say bout thins are important to me anyway take my spelling and crucify it usually id ave a fit usually it's perfect thats why you see today my spellings gone a holiday bathing inte sun licking creme an aving fun Question myself t'other day bout thins i wanna be thins that are worthwhile important to me Then whats the point? when your fates sealed and all you inflict is quickly healed Question life t'other day bout thins that are forgotton like how the world is now it's gotten really rotten we forget the past and everything we are so look to the future to see a fading star. question myself t'other day whats the point at all? In havin any values that dont exist no more Forget about t'other day i question you this now are you important? or just another grazing cow? we all want to be important we all want to stand out but the birdy over there wonders what its all about we are like the cats and we are like the dogs an though you wont believe me were also like the hogs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted December 12, 2005 Author Share Posted December 12, 2005 the accent really accentuated your poem haa ha haaaaa... :disappointed: ok, that was a bad joke so far I've only read it once but I already like it because of the accent and it reminds me of my fair lady cuz I watched it on tv the other day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted December 12, 2005 Author Share Posted December 12, 2005 I wrote this while studying my school lessons. It was quite relevant to the subject I was reading so... from homicide to murder you stare at me with vacant eyes with these orbs of a thousand lies (Tell me) what makes homicide a murder, and what makes you mine forever? with every known treachery lies a matching cruelty with obvious premeditation i strike with determination your lips leaves an icy trail a vessel of a love that failed (Tell me) what makes homicide a murder, and what makes you mine forever? (Love...?) ah! awesome poem gail!!! so so soo many good lines here!!! I love it all :kiss: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RICK8 Posted December 12, 2005 Share Posted December 12, 2005 Nice gail..... :cool: :cool: :cool: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted December 12, 2005 Author Share Posted December 12, 2005 This poem was made on a whim, at the moment I wasn't thinking about poetry, but I figured I could either stare into space sucking on some lemonade for 10 minutes or I could do something like read or write and so I wrote. 10 minutes time pinches the buttox with pliers pull it off! in 600 seconds I have to go the time fairy is out to get me flying through the air a naked fairy with fangs she has the power to hypnotize, motivate or kill you if only I had an army of men we would hunt her down with my will amplified the time fairy would find herself with 600 bullets in her body one for every second I am waiting now plus an additional bomb planted in her skull for killing everyone when these 10 minutes are over I still will have lost she is so slow, yet quick which I don't want the demon fairy to be in 10 minutes I will have lost and in 50 years I will die but I will do everything to kill her Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted December 12, 2005 Share Posted December 12, 2005 I wrote this while studying my school lessons. It was quite relevant to the subject I was reading so... from homicide to murder you stare at me with vacant eyes with these orbs of a thousand lies (Tell me) what makes homicide a murder, and what makes you mine forever? with every known treachery lies a matching cruelty with obvious premeditation i strike with determination your lips leaves an icy trail a vessel of a love that failed (Tell me) what makes homicide a murder, and what makes you mine forever? (Love...?) ah! awesome poem gail!!! so so soo many good lines here!!! I love it all :kiss: thank you, Eric! :blush: :blush: :kiss: thank you too, Rick! :kiss: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted December 12, 2005 Share Posted December 12, 2005 What rhymes with X, can't think of too many words...? ;) Well this is another pre-study poem. X (A Chant) you are X someone who likes sex I am G someone who can see the beauty within your heart without sin my hands are created smaller to fit yours, be yours forever I am G someone who likes to be with an X someone who will be next to me when I am cold hug me till I am old my love has no boundary it is quite a mystery but you are X someone who likes sex and I am G someone who can see an angel's waxwork your own special worth as time and tide stand still I'll wait for you. I will. you are X and I am G you will be eternally in the fondest memories of life's greatest mysteries. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 wow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 This is a collaboration by Eric and me. The first part is written by Eric and the second part is written by me. It is loosely based on Eric's real-life experience with a stalker-babe :stunned: THE UNDISCOVERED PSYCHO KILLER many knots make men cautious; you tie the knots that make me nauseous; many women never dare to take home men's underwear; and in my bed, a stuffed bear? do you think I really care? on the voice mail you leave your trail, cryptic words of admiration you tresspass my trepidation! in my bathroom I see the note, "I Love You" in lipstick, my stalker wrote, a pose of you inside my locker with the position that was quite the shocker. what the fuck is wrong with you? can't you see the signs I show? are you deaf when I say, "go?" this will be your alamo. leave my window, let me be; I will never call you baby; with a shotgun you will see my serpentuous scandaling; I perfect the planned passing, codification credits crying, done design demerited dying. I contemplate a decapitation, but it fails the evaluation; you will encounter much more pain! your little toes will be the first I claim. each night I have a dream of your wretched life ending, and this joyous thought, coming soon, it makes me giddy to think of your doom. SHE STALKS THE ONE WHO WANTS TO KILL HER So what if I broke into your house? I tried to be quiet as a mouse. See, that is my favorite teddy bear, which I left with you for your care. I love your underwear, I had it framed by the wall. Click Click Click goes my keyboard. Click Click Click Click Click ... Every click I think of you. Every two seconds I love you. Numbers I memorized thousands of times. And so I dial but you're not there. Always. I hear your enchanting voice call my name. Asking me to leave a message. Begging me. And so I speak. Words of love... I follow you at school. I follow you wherever you go. I scorn at the one who speaks to you. Who laughs with, jokes with, embraces, kisses, etc. you. Jealousy? Probably. Surely. Most definitely. How can you notice me? How can you see my true beauty? Do you like the photo I slipped in your locker? It's me. With your name tattooed on my shoulder. In blood, you see. Etched in blood. Click Click. It's so quiet in here. Click Click. I see your face on my LCD screen. Click Click. I feel like a poet. Like a girl Shakespeare writing a sonnet. For you, of course, for you. You don't seem to like me. For some reason you're avoiding me. You never return my calls. Told me to go away You shut your bedroom window And locked all the doors. And I cried. Yes I cried. But I'm not the one who gives up easily As my friend keeps on telling me She said, "You love me dearly," Or is it the voice in my head Telling me to, "Love you until death?" It doesn't matter. It doesn't. Click Click Click. It's almost three. But you're still here smiling at me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 i havent written poetry in years...i think i might try to write one now.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted December 19, 2005 Author Share Posted December 19, 2005 Scars Everybody has scars. carpet stains catostrophically ruin cars meteorites leave scars on the planet of mars they're an unseen part of the planet of ours the greatest star is not beyond scars nicotine taints the smoker's lung with tar don't think you would have gone very far into the place, at which you are if you had not been moved by scars Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted December 22, 2005 Share Posted December 22, 2005 ^great poem, Eric. My attempt to write a light poem. P.S. I don't know the guy :lol: :heart: I'VE GROWN AN INFATUATION WITH THE KARAOKE GUY :heart: down by the karaoke bar bearing an air of a rock star looking more on the physical never thought you're so lyrical. as the mob gives you two ears each a girl clings to you like a leech and panties are thrown on the stage it's 212 F, reads the gauge. a producer offers a deal for six figures, it can't be real in the next issue you will be a cool rock god at NME. never thought you had it in you a fire, a spark that shines so true as you stand there in the limelight how I wish you are mine tonight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted December 23, 2005 Author Share Posted December 23, 2005 :heart: I'VE GROWN AN INFATUATION WITH THE KARAOKE GUY :heart: Gail you are the **iznit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted December 24, 2005 Share Posted December 24, 2005 :heart: I'VE GROWN AN INFATUATION WITH THE KARAOKE GUY :heart: Gail you are the **iznit thanks!? :anxious: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted December 27, 2005 Author Share Posted December 27, 2005 Three slept for 16 hours two cold showers have a few thousand dollars pull my dog by the collar two benadryl make me like this no one is over it eyes red and dry mouth CD player tunes out sound nothing wrong with me except maybe 100 things one plus ninety nine give me a speeding fine I'm fine until they find-out about-this nothing wrong with 100 problems or climbing tall mountains to get away and just to see land that stretches 100 miles so the pain of any piles go I look around at 80 towns nothing wrong with lives except maybe 8,000 lies Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted December 28, 2005 Author Share Posted December 28, 2005 Fans a fan and a picture are the unused items. music is on the bed Jazz is simple, a trumpet and a man so simple and unattainable music sits and taunts us, "I'm here and you know me but you don't have me" the frame borders the ceiling but the fan doesn't make sense it's Jazz, the fan is bad jazz so is chocolate without sugar, right now the fan is just bad jazz -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aluthay spin on freak out toot up and shout ma su ga diggy he he he hay you say you say sup sup sup sup may crocodile dundee can balay hap'm may bu itay li-aray he he he hay tuga tuge sa sa uben uh ba - bay tae may to a play weupay so you suma sah sah in fiey cron. wuwu hahaha you fuhama fill me tripe! lieyu lone lay tripe! tramp! tricky! you sick! kay?! aaaaaaaahhhh hell maray hell may hell may ba - bay soasay aluthay -------------------------------------------------------------------------- And spiral spin crash rubble pick up fingers sue up airliners you're different though you're special just like you, you, you're special muh-nee you happy? you're specially carefully pretty pretty princess shake your hands and fists at us so special accounts mus make pretty one lush! be a special blush when you get a sue ilike new like nobody was dead cus you special paid for the happening you very special pay direlly frommay Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
silverion Posted January 5, 2006 Share Posted January 5, 2006 The below song is inspired by Clocks. This song is inspired by the cold play song "Clocks" It is of a similer style. The lyrics would be sung in the same way. Any lyrical similarities between these lyrics and those of clocks or any other song by any band or artist or group is purely coincidential. The lyrics are created to fit into a similer tempo to that of the afor mentioned song. These lryics are written by Michael Trowbridge...who just so happens to be me. No copying unless on permission. Stars Look at the stars high up in the sky Look at the stars as they burn the night Look at the stars path your way in gold Look at the stars as your tale unfolds Look at the stars as they show a sign You know you will always be on my mind Though my path you might never find To you my heart will always unwind Cause your pure, your pure, your pure, your pure Look at the stars high up in the sky Do you see them shining bright Do you see their radiant light? It’s a light I surely know For the light does come from you When you do the things you do If you think my words untrue Or if perhaps you perceive rue Then search your heart 1000 times And know the truth is never mimed Cause your pure, your pure, your pure, your pure, your pure Now my soul is tired again Doubtless you’ll remain a friend Just so you will never know Who I am my darling snow For the truth would bring you low And though I give my heart to you I know my heart will never do Your heart and soul that’s oh so pure Ill fade away forever more Cause your pure, your pure, your pure, your pure, your pure I would just like to say. This song was not created because of "Clocks". It is actually written to go in a letter to a special person. It is only after looking it over did i realise that the lyrics could be sung in a similer style to the lyrics in "clocks" And thus it is purely coincidential that the tempo would be similer. But then what ever will be will be. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cahface Posted January 6, 2006 Share Posted January 6, 2006 just a piece.. and introverted, silent spy watching the world through mellow eyes she wears a smile, such a lie to cover up the tears she cries yeah i was kinda depressed when i wrote that part... :/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
silverion Posted January 13, 2006 Share Posted January 13, 2006 Hey guys. Poetry dont have to be depressing. You know. It can be happy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted January 13, 2006 Share Posted January 13, 2006 ^I agree. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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