#1
have you e ver thought about a little poem in your mind or write them reguraly? post it here ~!
#4
I wrote a haiku
I think its pretty awesome
What do you think, eh?
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
#5
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet
and so are you.

But the roses are wilted,
The violets are dead.
The sugar pot's empty
and so is your head.
#7
I once wrote something along the lines of : I CUM BLOOOOOOOOOOOOD INTO HEEEER


EDIT: Niggas are red
Niggas are blue
If you open up photoshop
And play with the hue.


Quote by Jack Off Jill
"Son, always carry a medical glove in your pocket in case you wind up in a bathroom that has no toilet paper, and you get constipated."
#8
Quote by Lord-O-Donuts
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet
and so are you.

But the roses are wilted,
The violets are dead.
The sugar pot's empty
and so is your head.


Grim.
#10
Quote by snipelfritz
I wrote a haiku
I think its pretty awesome
What do you think, eh?


Alright, I suppose.
I wouldn't say I like it,
But it's alright, mate.
VENUSIAN
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Patterns In The Ivy present ethnicity on an intriguing and dedicated level. ~Ambient Exotica
A mesmeric melange of yearning voice, delicate piano and carefully chosen samples. ~Lost Voices
#11
Quote by Heavens_To_Hell
Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
I'LL F*CK YOU WITH A RAKE!

God I love the demotivationals thread...


I laughed the **** out of me, lmao!!!
#12
My grandad wrote a poem last weekend about sticking a monkey's head up your arse and another one ages ago about a bee stinging your scrotum... No joke, I wish I could remember them...
Last edited by Thepoison92 at Nov 12, 2008,
#13
When the doctors came out they were visibly exhausted and shaken and stained red with spattered blood. The birth had killed my wife but the child had survived. I went into the room and saw the baby. I wasn't allowed to hold it but I stood and looked at it through a haze of confusion and contempt. I took the child home and cared for it. Over time it began to crawl and then walk over time it grew teeth and bit me. I sat and watched him break every toy that I gave him to play with. I picked up the cat dead after he threw it down the stairs and broke its neck. I watched him and felt the resentment grow, seeing what was left in place of my wife. He was a thing as far removed from humanity as the most vile beast. The day came when I no longer was willing to accept him as my seed. I approached him sleeping in his bed and put a pillow over his face. There was no sadness in this. As he started to struggle for air I saw a flash of something and felt a warm stinging pain in my stomach. I let go of the pillow and saw the knife in my stomach. The blood spilled across the floor and I dropped to my knees. Then he came for me with the knife in his hand and murder in his eyes

they're read over background music in a combat wounded veteran song.
#14
Look up some polkadot Cadaver lyrics

"If LSD were as popular as cocaine, I wouldn't drive a delorian"

"Jesus, put on some Elvis, we'll do the tango. Satan, we'll be through the armaggedon, you know it's all you. Ghandi, poor us some hardened whiskey, you know you're my nigga"
The Pit. The Movie.
#15
Quote by \m/ Björn \m/

EDIT: Niggas are red
Niggas are blue
If you open up photoshop
And play with the hue.


hahahahah
Total Failure

If every dream is a wish, then to dream of zombies is to wish for an appetite without responsibility
#16
Quote by Lord-O-Donuts
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet
and so are you.

But the roses are wilted,
The violets are dead.
The sugar pot's empty
and so is your head.

Dude....woah......*blast beat*
#17
roses are red
violets are blue....
they'll need dental records
to identify you
Total Failure

If every dream is a wish, then to dream of zombies is to wish for an appetite without responsibility
#18
Not really disturbing but some of you may like it;


You'll Be ****ed Up - Sesshu Foster

You'll be ****ed up. They'll take your things away
when you're not looking, they'll take your shit and
discard part in the dumpster, they'll take you to San
Diego and put you on a plane, they'll make up some
itinerary of churches and parades, they'll show you
Hollywood, around Melrose clothes boutiques, novelty
stores, Thai and Italian restaurants, California cuisine,
maybe a glimpse of hundreds of miles of smooth sand
dunes along the Baja coastline, inaccessible even by
4-wheel drive, and bit by bit they'll take out your teeth
and eyes, your sexual parts and your hair, your original
shoes and sunglasses will be put away, they'll take you
to Santa Barbara and drive you by some house in the
hills, have you listen to canned conversation down to
Montecito Country Club, somebody will be out playing
golf and they'll leave you in the car, by then you'll
know how to wait, your shit good and gone, everything
removed from lockers and computer files, you can check
the glove compartment but you won't even be wearing
your own shoes or eyeglasses, ideals or nightmares,
you'll be ****ed and nothing will be yours, that's when
they will begin to say yes, they will say yes, yes, they
will say yes and no, no and yes, they will take you
to where you can see the waves starting far out at sea,
coming across the big patches of light on the ocean
and moving across the far distant point, they will do
the talking and you won't care at all.
#19
Broken_Drum I enjoy the irony of your sig by the way
Total Failure

If every dream is a wish, then to dream of zombies is to wish for an appetite without responsibility
#21
He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.


This is the beginning of the Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde.
A little twisted but amazing!
#24
Quote by \m/ Björn \m/
EDIT: Niggas are red
Niggas are blue
If you open up photoshop
And play with the hue.


lololol
#25
"The bell rings against a hollow sky: the raven caws--no mercy!
All men walk the path to nothingness."


"Like the sand
Like her jet-black hair
Like a butterfly crossing the raging sea.
Staggering across the sky
Crying in sorrow
It's homeland lost... A broken dream."