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  • SmutGiant
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    • Oct 2003
    • 4896

    #1

    I'm writing a love poem

    But I don't know where to start... how about you all post something and I'll try to work it in somehow hehe...
  • bringer
    i have man boobies
    • Jul 2003
    • 13082

    #2
    roses are red, violets are blue, headless likes twinkies, how about you?
    333-765-551

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    • SmutGiant
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      • Oct 2003
      • 4896

      #3
      Originally posted by bringer
      roses are red, violets are blue, headless likes twinkies, how about you?
      Ok, I got my start

      roses are red, violets are blue
      haha just kidding, I wrote a real poem for you...

      and it begins..

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      • bringer
        i have man boobies
        • Jul 2003
        • 13082

        #4
        Originally posted by SmutGiant
        Ok, I got my start

        roses are red, violets are blue
        haha just kidding, I wrote a real poem for you...

        and it begins..
        the wind is blowing in my hair,
        i have man boobies, please dont stare
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        • stocktrader23
          Let's do some business.
          • Jan 2003
          • 18781

          #5
          Meeting you was the best of luck
          Screw this poem, wanna fuck?


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          "I try to make a habit of bouncing my eyes up to the face of a beautiful woman, and often repeat “not mine” in my head or even verbally. She’s not mine. God has her set aside. She’s not mine. She’s His little girl, and she needs me to fight for her by keeping my eyes where they should be."

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          • Elli
            Reach for those stars!
            • Apr 2003
            • 17991

            #6
            Application For A Driving License
            by Michael Ondaatje

            Two birds loved
            in a flurry of red feathers
            like a burst cottonball,
            continuing while I drove over them.
            I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.
            email: [email protected]

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            • stocktrader23
              Let's do some business.
              • Jan 2003
              • 18781

              #7
              But seriously


              I do show some respect to few As ecstacy got me standing next to you Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you We just met But I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too So you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like "yo, what the fuck we do?" I gotta go bitch You know I have stuff to do 'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you


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              "I try to make a habit of bouncing my eyes up to the face of a beautiful woman, and often repeat “not mine” in my head or even verbally. She’s not mine. God has her set aside. She’s not mine. She’s His little girl, and she needs me to fight for her by keeping my eyes where they should be."

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              • stevo
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                • Aug 2002
                • 2051

                #8
                Me ChInEsE, mE pLaY jOkE, mE gO pEe PeE iN yOuR cOkE!!!!

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                • SmutGiant
                  Confirmed User
                  • Oct 2003
                  • 4896

                  #9
                  Originally posted by stevo
                  Me ChInEsE, mE pLaY jOkE, mE gO pEe PeE iN yOuR cOkE!!!!

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                  • SmutGiant
                    Confirmed User
                    • Oct 2003
                    • 4896

                    #10
                    Originally posted by Elli
                    Application For A Driving License
                    by Michael Ondaatje

                    Two birds loved
                    in a flurry of red feathers
                    like a burst cottonball,
                    continuing while I drove over them.
                    I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.
                    Maybe something that she'll believe I wrote

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                    • Elli
                      Reach for those stars!
                      • Apr 2003
                      • 17991

                      #11
                      Originally posted by SmutGiant
                      Maybe something that she'll believe I wrote
                      Oh, you're asking us to do your homework for you? I thought we were discussing honesty just last week.
                      email: [email protected]

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                      • SmutGiant
                        Confirmed User
                        • Oct 2003
                        • 4896

                        #12
                        Originally posted by Elli
                        Oh, you're asking us to do your homework for you? I thought we were discussing honesty just last week.


                        Just need to get the ball rolling, hehe... it's almost 4:00 am here.

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                        • nofx
                          Too lazy to set a custom title
                          • Nov 2002
                          • 16826

                          #13
                          i love you so much
                          you make me wanna slit my wrist
                          every time i see you, you make me pissed
                          i want to rip out your eyes
                          and stuff them into cherry filled pies
                          i'd consume them down
                          and i'd leave your body in a dumpster in another town.

                          <3
                          Last edited by nofx; 06-01-2004, 12:02 AM.

                          Often times I wonder why
                          There's love and hate, theres live or die.
                          When sickness comes I must decide:
                          When feelings go, theres suicide.

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                          • bringer
                            i have man boobies
                            • Jul 2003
                            • 13082

                            #14
                            Originally posted by nofx
                            i love you so much
                            you make me wanna slit my wrist
                            every time i see you, you make me pissed
                            i want to rip out your eyes
                            and stuff them into cherry filled pies
                            i'd comsume them down
                            and i'd leave your body in a dumpster in another town.

                            <3
                            i think im in love
                            333-765-551

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                            • SmutGiant
                              Confirmed User
                              • Oct 2003
                              • 4896

                              #15
                              Originally posted by nofx
                              i love you so much
                              you make me wanna slit my wrist
                              every time i see you, you make me pissed
                              i want to rip out your eyes
                              and stuff them into cherry filled pies
                              i'd comsume them down
                              and i'd leave your body in a dumpster in another town.

                              <3
                              Hey baby, I am the Smut Giant,
                              You broke up with me cuz I was a prostitutes' client.

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                              • Elli
                                Reach for those stars!
                                • Apr 2003
                                • 17991

                                #16
                                Originally posted by SmutGiant


                                Just need to get the ball rolling, hehe... it's almost 4:00 am here.
                                Love is staying up til 4am to do your lover's taxes for them.
                                Love is proofreading their essays without being asked.
                                Love is reading Lord of the Rings in bed, a couple pages a night, and never wanting to be somewhere else.
                                email: [email protected]

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                                • stocktrader23
                                  Let's do some business.
                                  • Jan 2003
                                  • 18781

                                  #17
                                  Originally posted by Elli
                                  Love is staying up til 4am to do your lover's taxes for them.
                                  Love is proofreading their essays without being asked.
                                  Love is reading Lord of the Rings in bed, a couple pages a night, and never wanting to be somewhere else.
                                  Fuck a lord of the rings.


                                  Hands Free Adult - Join Once, Earn For Life

                                  "I try to make a habit of bouncing my eyes up to the face of a beautiful woman, and often repeat “not mine” in my head or even verbally. She’s not mine. God has her set aside. She’s not mine. She’s His little girl, and she needs me to fight for her by keeping my eyes where they should be."

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                                  • Elli
                                    Reach for those stars!
                                    • Apr 2003
                                    • 17991

                                    #18
                                    Originally posted by stocktrader23
                                    Fuck a lord of the rings.
                                    Did someone piss in your cornflakes this morning? Go away.
                                    email: [email protected]

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                                    • nofx
                                      Too lazy to set a custom title
                                      • Nov 2002
                                      • 16826

                                      #19
                                      roses are red
                                      your mom is dead
                                      i stabbed her in the chest
                                      and sawed off her head
                                      next to go was your dad
                                      when i shot him, he looked kinda sad
                                      all this blood, makes me horney
                                      blah blah blah this poem is really corny

                                      I love you ________ (insert girls name here)

                                      Often times I wonder why
                                      There's love and hate, theres live or die.
                                      When sickness comes I must decide:
                                      When feelings go, theres suicide.

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                                      • stevo
                                        Confirmed User
                                        • Aug 2002
                                        • 2051

                                        #20
                                        This might help alil
                                        http://www.rhymezone.com/

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                                        • SmutGiant
                                          Confirmed User
                                          • Oct 2003
                                          • 4896

                                          #21
                                          Originally posted by nofx
                                          roses are red
                                          your mom is dead
                                          i stabbed her in the chest
                                          and sawed off her head
                                          next to go was your dad
                                          when i shot him, he looked kinda sad
                                          all this blood, makes me horney
                                          blah blah blah this poem is really corny

                                          I love you ________ (insert girls name here)
                                          To tell you the truth she'd probably be happy if I shot her dad.

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                                          • SmutGiant
                                            Confirmed User
                                            • Oct 2003
                                            • 4896

                                            #22
                                            Originally posted by stevo
                                            This might help alil
                                            http://www.rhymezone.com/
                                            That's PERFECT!! I was just about to plug "rhyming tool" into google! Thanks

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                                            • Goose
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                                              • Mar 2004
                                              • 5725

                                              #23
                                              roses are red, pickets are green, I like your legs - and what's in between!
                                              ICQ: 52410619

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                                              • nofx
                                                Too lazy to set a custom title
                                                • Nov 2002
                                                • 16826

                                                #24
                                                http://rhyme.poetry.com

                                                is also another good site I use sometimes.

                                                Often times I wonder why
                                                There's love and hate, theres live or die.
                                                When sickness comes I must decide:
                                                When feelings go, theres suicide.

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                                                • SmutGiant
                                                  Confirmed User
                                                  • Oct 2003
                                                  • 4896

                                                  #25
                                                  Originally posted by nofx
                                                  http://rhyme.poetry.com

                                                  is also another good site I use sometimes.
                                                  thanks!

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                                                  • Goose
                                                    Confirmed User
                                                    • Mar 2004
                                                    • 5725

                                                    #26
                                                    Originally posted by nofx
                                                    http://rhyme.poetry.com

                                                    is also another good site I use sometimes.
                                                    Site is down.
                                                    ICQ: 52410619

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                                                    • pure energy
                                                      Confirmed User
                                                      • Apr 2004
                                                      • 4274

                                                      #27
                                                      And the poem is for whom?
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                                                      • SmutGiant
                                                        Confirmed User
                                                        • Oct 2003
                                                        • 4896

                                                        #28
                                                        Originally posted by pure energy
                                                        And the poem is for whom?
                                                        for you

                                                        j/k... for my g/f who i havn't seen in over a week and I miss her so damn much.

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                                                        • nofx
                                                          Too lazy to set a custom title
                                                          • Nov 2002
                                                          • 16826

                                                          #29
                                                          Originally posted by Goose
                                                          Site is down.
                                                          it's working for me bro

                                                          Often times I wonder why
                                                          There's love and hate, theres live or die.
                                                          When sickness comes I must decide:
                                                          When feelings go, theres suicide.

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                                                          • irishfury
                                                            Confirmed User
                                                            • Aug 2003
                                                            • 2611

                                                            #30


                                                            take the ditzy chickies off their high horse
                                                            makem whisky tipsy all the white whores
                                                            even frisky gypsies mexican and black alike
                                                            are acting like you all are some acolytes
                                                            just trying to pass the night in spite of the fake words
                                                            sweet talking passes to the savage garden to flirt with mother nature
                                                            were falling thru the cracks of life grab the baggage on the asses right
                                                            egyptian religion has risen were revering endearing cats at night
                                                            laying naked next to perfection but inside im suited up
                                                            i love yous sweet nothings to secure the security im spooning up
                                                            and soon enough theyre bound to see thru the bluff
                                                            then its no longer soothing but were still ducking breakups
                                                            brush the beaver blush peter its fuck'n make up
                                                            with gonzo commentating cameramen critiquing the close up wrong
                                                            evidenced by uncomfortable imitated intimacy unless the clothes are on
                                                            self conscious theyre claiming that they lost the passion
                                                            but cant get rid of the pests burning pictures moth reaction
                                                            flowers for the dead inside and bickering clashes
                                                            love is rapid eye movement with the flickering lashes
                                                            so forget the pain with an ointment applicator to fit in the gashes
                                                            then back to tentatively picking flowers hoping the petals open
                                                            and wiping stains off the sleeeve where my purple medals broken
                                                            Trust no one there all snakes

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