Mr. Mang Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 i have a girlfriend who has a friend who has a fat mom who has diabetes and is on welfare because of it i would pity her she really is a kindhearted lady but she calls my house multiple times every day to bitch and scream at her daughter cause she has nothing better to do because she is fat and has bad breath and smells like a dirty hamster cage and i want to snap her neck but i don't want to go to jail. (just had to get that off my chest....) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest uncle-boy Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 HANA HOU! braddah, HANA HOU! :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest platapie Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 i dont think her beign fat has anythign to do with ehr calling you. but maybe diaryland might be a better place for this. or this could become the channel zero poetry page? i have a feelign that most of the peopel hear arent really feelign a poetry super thread tho.:o Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr. Mang Posted May 27, 2002 Author Share Posted May 27, 2002 it was just me bitching disguised as poetry. i wasn't really trying to write poetry here. come on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ilikeskulls. Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 your one angry beatnik.let those words flow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest platapie Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 i could tell. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wilt Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 [a walking hypocrite] breathing in the city lights every night the city fights... while they push to expand and grow to infinity i stand ground zero with a pocket mirror watching me mimic me... or is it me acting out the movements i see you and you display.. monotonous tunes brainwashing with radio waves,minds concaved and stamped with the Pentium 9000 seal of approval... the funny thing is my removal from this techno ant hill only means im standing on a new colony filled with the same followings just different names... and my quote unquote society classification drops like an anvil falling 1,000 miles an hour down the highway of what i thought was my way... But it turns out that im not the only anvil in this atmosphere and as i stand here i notice im not falling at all... im not falling at all... while i walk through these conglomerate restroom stalls looking to make my mark somewhere within these mirrored walls but from external injections... this inferno builds in my intestinal tract because it hits me that what they call downtown beauty is merely our reflections back,,, they're using us against us as we straighten our ties and flick our cigarettes at corporate america while they drag us like arms at a slot machine casino... we say @#%$ america at the same time we throw up that 65 cents in change for a mocha frappucino... YOU LET ME KNOW when its safe to be an individual AND YOU LET ME KNOW when i can wear this shirt YOU LET ME KNOW where i can shop..... AND YOU LET ME KNOW how you like the new haircut ive got government plots comprised of who shot who black gold holders sit on Mr.President's shoulders and Mr.President helps their revenue..and we bitch about the cost of fuel... as we pump gallon...... after gallon....... after gallon into our new subaru.. i thought you knew..beauty was made to be shattered... so i throw this stone at the glass cerebral of this economy and i dont care who's watching me... cuz when im done ill just scapegoat insanity tied down in a rickety chair with the hottest new show to hit broadcast air... when i walk a free man they'll praise me for being the mechanical arm of revolution as they watch the headlines from a fanatical farm hand institution.... its mind pollution and we all think we're the SPECIAL someone and its a SPECIAL place that we come from... and i sit back and snicker as i listen to them bicker about hypocracy...surrounded by a thousand cells in the same structure,incubating smoke and caffeine sheepishly...all talking about how life isnt made simple.....easily. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
test pattern Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 Originally posted by ilikeskulls. your one angry beatnik.let those words flow. :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Abracadabra Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 this is my spoon he loves things that begin with the letter k just like me. however someyimes when my socks fall down terrible things happen in egypt. i don't know why spagetti is long and thin but i suspect it has something to do with automobile exhaust fumes. strange isn't it? the way monkey laugh when clouds loom overhead on summer nights. i am.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
test pattern Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 [Abe Lincoln] Abe Lincoln had a way with words. In true silence. And when you're pure, You can almost hear him snoring in his grave. He was pretty tall. -- Sifl ----------------------------------------------------- [Nightmare of the Thimble's Dreams] Oh curious splendid thimble My eye is to you as dew to the petal. Protectith thy thumb from needlish pokes Be true? My reflection against your silver skin? Have I had the corn betwixed my teeth this whole time? Have I been sewing with corn stuck between my teeth the whole time?! Gross...I am sorry poor thimble. Sorry for the view I cast uponith mine silver thumb helmet. -- Olly ----------------------------------------------------- [Tiger Power] You know... I don't feel keeping tigers as pets is as cool as it seems with the meat and the fur and the nails and the teeth... Is that corn between that tigers teeth? That tiger has corn between his teeth. How was that tiger eating corn? What the hell's going on here? It's not corn? What it is then? ...pieces of a raincoat? I'm sorry...I didn't know. -- Olly -------------------------------------------------------------- [Dark] A light desire for free grapes. No fool will swallow a pony from the large end first. Many people sing, but few play Stratigo. In or out? You're all taking your shoes off! -- Sifl --------------------------------------------------------------- [Life...you're soaking in it] The quicksand is deep around here It is life. A leather ashtray filled with the Queens cigars It is life. Dropping a thousand beanbags out of an airplane It is Leif Garret...I mean life. A snowcone's skeleton displayed in a hologram. Life is it!...thus it is life. A football stadium filled with pudding As aiplanes lower the giant spoon. ...It is.... Robotic Sausages that can roll and beep. IT IS LIFE! LIFE!! LIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE!!! -- olly --------------------------------------------------------- [untitled] Checketh thy coat at the door oh rose of silken ways Moveth into thy light and furl thy tongue a raspberry At a' boy danny, at a boy danny, come on danny, you can do it danny...come on, homerun, danny! you got it danny, next one danny... only two strikes danny this one's you danny. swing danny, you can do it danny... you suck danny. checketh thy coat at the door of time. darkness. silence....mystery. -- olly Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr. Mang Posted May 27, 2002 Author Share Posted May 27, 2002 never thought this would actually go on Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fizm Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 beau sia - "haiku no. 25" don’t give up on your dreams, unless you really suck and no one likes you. ************ beau sia - "totally xxxtreme espn buttfuck partee" give me a scrabble board and watch as i beat you without using consonants. give me a song, any song, and i will kick your ass at musical chairs. give me ten teenage cheerleader sluts, and my solo pyramid will still score higher than theirs in competition. i'm that extreme mothahfuckah your mama warned you about. in a world of no fear, just do it, bad boy, now who's the craziest, sports slogan maniacs, i'm the mentally buff chinese hulk hogan, long before he turned hollywood, disciplined, determined, and deadly to punk ass bustas that want to step to me. i woke up at dusk just to mock your mom for giving birth to you. how extreme is that? and by you, i don't mean michael jordan, corey feldman, or the dude from my senior english writing class. my you includes everything. i'll go extreme on a toaster and not shed a single tear. ‘cuz i ride extreme ponies. i take extreme bubble baths. i even have an extreme diary. here's an excerpt from memory: dear diary. dusk. woke up. mocked the mothers of my enemies for giving birth to them. stole a pro athlete's wheaties. shat in shaq's shoes. twice. put spanish fly in tiger woods' powerade and made him cry. gave monica seles a hernia. went to mcdonald's. had a snack at mcdonald's. caused a scene at mcdonald's. got kicked out of mcdonald's. went home and decided to crank call the un. hello? is this the un? yeah. uh-huh. this is beau sia. yeah. you've got a bomb! in your pussy! living in all this american one upmanship has rocky'd me so bad ain't no clubber lang gonna get the drop on me. i'm senior dream team extreme. pushing the limits. five time roman candle fight champion. intercontinental smashing little kids' science projects champ 1999. lifetime, universal, champion of the world, in the oh-so-totally extreme sport of naked, midget, drag queen, arm wrestling on fire! i'm so extreme, next year's x-games will be called "beau sia makes your mangina cry," games. i'm so extreme, depends diapers, the prison system, and crack are my sponsors. i'm so extreme, i took the words, "let's get ready to rumble!" and made ‘em cut it down to just "rumble!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fizm Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 some of mine on a little more serious note...my poetry is here - http://phism.sphosting.com/writings.htm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bodice_ripper Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 yeah it's titled, but whatcha gonna do, punk? Sensory Cherries and candles, You’re the rush when I stand quickly, When I’ve drank too much, The pleasant spin of the bed. Save me from the hangover My god from the machine. You are my sleepless nights Warm and wet and overtired. Inside my eyelids, The lazy dissasociative spirals, A phosphene glow. You. You are pain’s endorphin high Blue velvet and Drixoral Breathing walls and falling smoke Clouded plastic, My love. You are blood turned black Empty rooms; Sickly, blunt, ineffective words Numbed tongue and dead end nerves. Control; my craving personified. Incarnate tar and razorwire, And still my sleepless nights. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrongo Sal Posted May 27, 2002 Share Posted May 27, 2002 with all the desperation of a 3 cent wish.. a person wrote a poem on a napkin and used it to dry their tears before anyone in the restraunt could see "apropriate but stupid" came to mind. "what a damn fool" say the on lookers.they're all laughing, i'm laughing too..only because this person sitting in the booth is me. confused and exausted,cold,drunk,alone ~ the city lights.. my only friend tonight,as i dance with my chemicals on the scale..we rise and fall like the spuratic nature of notes in a pharmasutical symphony. so sullen so sudden**like a train wreck mimicking the color of eyes..eyes that flutter like the moth that try's to drown itself as i struggle to survive. the volume of my pulse.. underneath the skattered sky's- i'll drown my eyes in the spraying sillibles of poems written in mathmatics and when night falls.? sickness surfaces like a dead fish.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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