Many a long season in hell,
Ripped to shreds ,like Bacchus, mutilated before the end of harvest,
Plucked my fruit from the vine, the sweat of youth all that’s worthy to sell,
Thus, sifting through the ashes of this broken frame’s past glory,

I, rebirth of the Lazarus heart, as if spoken by John, have a story to tell,
Shamed in to darkness like Dionysus, concubine of my own fatal self-aggrandizing fiction,
Build a protective wall of paperback novels, yet descend their downward spiral like drowning in a well,
Lapping the muck of pissed away potential with parched and stapled tongue,
Trying to kick start the redemption story.

Imago said:

evenstar3 said:

so much depends on the red imago,
glazed with rain water,
beside the white chickens.

Imago said:

you stole that from 9s.

evenstar3 said:

no

But he did steal my picture for his current avvie

Imago said:

i saw. he wants you for sure.

i'd stop jacking your thread, but i suck at poetry.

evenstar3 said:

Is there ANYTHING you're talent at woman??!!??

I'm getting exhausted coming up with thread ideas to help you shine, but failing at it.

i owe a bunch of poems

Imago said:

you made this thread for meeee?

and hey, i'm somewhat decent at editing. i could proofread your threads so they stop making everyone's eyes bleed.

I fuck dogs,
Whilst wearing clogs.
In their ass,
Whilst looking at bass [ed. the fish, numbskulls!]

Soon I finish,
And need a tissue.
I eat a danish,
and muse on issues.

THE DOG DIES A BLOODY DEATH,
FROM WOUNDS I WROUGHT UPON HIS RUMP,
AND SHOULD A VET SEEK I, MACBETH,
HE SHALL FIND NOTHING BUT A HEFTY DUMP.

evenstar3 said:

I am the voice inside your head

Never attempt poetry again Spooky.

Sweeny79 said:

i agree.

bunnytoes hop
bunnytoes wiggle
bunnytoes hug
bunnytoes giggle

Sweeny79 said:

Before I gave up on clichéd teenage depression, I wrote this. I hate it.

Underneath my skin,
Beneath the guy you see outside,
Screams a voice I try to hide.
I kept it quiet after things went wrong,
but now I can't control that voice,
It beckons, It taunts - I have no choice.

Love
I tell you, run away
Love
You can't see me this way
Love
Just give me some time
Love
To change my mind

Lock it up, throw the key away;
That bastard isn't going to see the light of day.
Keep it quiet, I thought I held you back;
You're not going to ruin the life I've got back on track.
I forgot all about you, you're something I hate.
I fought you off,You're going to stay away.

Hate
I don't really feel this way
Hate
It's not true
Hate
Just give me some time
Hate
To change my mind.

Give in; I'll give in. I'll let it all happen.
Your favourite protagonist fails at last.
[NEEDS FINISHING FROM HERE]


I never finished it.
[Edited 9/6/07 15:30pm]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Imago's threads, stink like poo.

Imago
Dare thread
Pick nose
I see no photo

Spookymuffin said:

And it's a damn good thing you didn't

I left all my real poetry at school.

I wrote two that I won prizes for; one in iambic pentameter on love, and the other a long prose poem about a diamond seller.

Spookymuffin said:

I was only teasing you, Ben.

Sweeny79 said:

I know - it's rubbish.

I look upon it with shame...like an unwanted child or an ugly girlfriend (evenstar...)

Sweeny79 said:

I want my poems back - they were actually good! I made an effort!

Spookymuffin said:

email your teacher!

Spookymuffin said:

the one about a diamond seller sounds interesting.

This thread sucketh.



Can I get a what-what?

evenstar3 said:

I'm so not getting laid again in LA, am I?

btw, I has that condo for free!

Inspired by Ezra Pound's use of the Japanese haiku style.

Ogami

Ogami
Is what I see
When I do you
in front of
a mirror
Imago

Spookymuffin said:

oh no, definitely not.

that's cool though.

evenstar3 said:

Right - goodnight for real now.

Spookymuffin said: