But I don't know where to start... how about you all post something and I'll try to work it in somehow hehe...
I'm writing a love poem
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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."Comment
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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]Comment
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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."Comment
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Maybe something that she'll believe I wroteOriginally 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.
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Oh, you're asking us to do your homework for you? I thought we were discussing honesty just last week.Originally posted by SmutGiant
Maybe something that she'll believe I wrote
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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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i think im in loveOriginally 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
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Hey baby, I am the Smut Giant,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
You broke up with me cuz I was a prostitutes' client.
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Love is staying up til 4am to do your lover's taxes for them.Originally posted by SmutGiant
Just need to get the ball rolling, hehe... it's almost 4:00 am here.
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]Comment
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Fuck a lord of the rings.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.
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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."Comment
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Did someone piss in your cornflakes this morning? Go away.Originally posted by stocktrader23
Fuck a lord of the rings.email: [email protected]Comment
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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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To tell you the truth she'd probably be happy if I shot her dad.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)Comment
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That's PERFECT!! I was just about to plug "rhyming tool" into google! Thanks
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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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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 brokenTrust no one there all snakesComment

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