|
#1
|
|||
|
~~~ Official 2015 Poetry thread ~~~
I can't breath
The flames of my passion are dying A fire bright enough to blot them all out Dreams burned from my mind Like an empty shell Waiting to crash Forever 404 And lost Alone Darkness falls | ||
|
#2
|
|||
|
Greengrocer was bant
Then he went apeshit crazy Who will sell me pants? | ||
|
#3
|
|||
|
Awake at 4:30pm
"Dinner's ready" from the door Can't I just have leftovers Must you wake me, fucking whore Stumble my way upstairs Hair matted filled with grease "Good morning" says my mommy But i never feel no peace Beard long, it catches in pasta Yeah, losing my tenuous grip Tomato sauce under my chinny I'll get my epic soon, or I will flip | ||
|
#4
|
||||
|
Quote:
| |||
|
#5
|
|||
|
farewell to thee greengrocer, rogean ban-ned thee
we'll tip our hats and pray one day to be as great as ye greengrocer you'll never know our hunger pains inside as we sit in commonlands by shady swash wantin' somethin' fried | ||
|
#6
|
|||
|
Roses are red
Violets are blue BDA lawyering Coming near you | ||
|
#7
|
||||
|
Quote:
That part is true But violets are purple Not fucking blue
__________________
| |||
|
#8
|
|||||
|
Quote:
Quote:
Typical BDA lawyering You pixel loving scum This server your spoiling You love men in your bum Give it up Portche I'll make this burn painless You shoulda been aborted Did I mention your gayness? | ||||
|
#9
|
|||
|
first of all, my dick is small
3 inches hard, 2 little balls when the lights are out i stick it in, her mouth she said "I don't smoke virginia slims" i wear a rubber if it fit but they don't make condoms for baby dicks | ||
|
#10
|
|||
|
Ragefire
Dear Ragefire, I miss you. I know we haven't seen each other Since the autumn leaves turned over. When the ice crusts my armor, I think of the hot summer days when I sweat in my chair Pearl in hand, swiping at the air. I know... This is mostly my fault, Zordak. I haven't been there. Ice crystals and newer dragons have called me. But this is also on you babe. You're a fucking whore. I've seen the pics with ten cursors Hovering eagerly over your face the second u pop. and i know. u want it U want those filthy pearls wobbling on your body you cant wait to crush them your eyes will blaze in fury once again and you will transform into a mighty dragon capable of being killed a husband and wife. I guess I was never enough for you. I've accepted that. But know, Zordak... even in the darkest hour on this ice-waste continent of Velious THere are times when I remember the heat And i dream to lay in your arms Clicking the DS upon myself over and over the arms which others always won... | ||
|
|
|