Poetry Corner

[Anonymouse]

What you said only applies to Adam
For he's got an apple but no wisdom
His narcissistic narrations so irksome
Perhaps this is a sympton of boredom
Since when have narcissists never been lonesome?

[ckBejug]

Ok, I know these are terrible, but they made me smile so I'm going to post them anyway....

Anonymouse, the post count wh*re, it's true
Writes more than you and you and you.

Pages and pages he can write,
Usually, mostly he does sound polite,
Even when he says things in haste.
(And sometimes he will just cut and paste).

Mousey mouse,
Get out of your house
You need to get some sun.
The time is right for a nice long run,
so get up, let's go, the time is short.
Then come back with your retort.





Loseyourname, it rhymed with username...
Isn't that original?
He usually has bad moods to blame,
at least he's not a criminal?

He says he is very good looking,
And an all-around great guy!
He'll use you for your cooking,
But if you're not cute, don't even try!

Maybe he too needs out of the house?
As everyone knows his arguments with mouse
tend to get long and very drawn-out.
At least in writing we can't hear them yell and scream and shout.

[ckBejug]

He doesn't live like others do
He can stand for hours by the window
(in his dusty, tattered room with the table in the corner).
He can stand like this and watch.
He will not utter a word, not a syllable.
He can watch the wind dance
and blow the pink petals
and shake the green grass,
fighting to stand tall.
The sky is a sad shade of gray,
This means nothing to him.

He is a man who puts knowledge above all else
And you know, it's ok.

Sometimes people wonder about people.
Judge people who just live for themselves.
Like they are to blame?
Take this man.
He doesn't know of anything else,
He doesn't have anything else to live for.
Sometimes people blame people.
But when the torn curtains start to fade and crumble
(in his dusty, unused room with the table in the corner),
and the man continues to gaze past them into infinity,
do you think he is searching for blame?

He will wait, maybe forever?
The emptiness he feels surrounds him, engulfs him.
This pain is ongoing and endless.
This man, he knows...
Sometimes you don't have things to wait for.
And sometimes, things change,
The sun comes up again.
Even for this man, it gets better.

He is a man who puts knowledge above all else
And you know, especially now, it's ok.

It gets better.

[ckBejug]

I am
all the things
that make life interesting.
But you hardly notice...
Or do you?

[loseyourname]

Nope. I just spend way too much time seated at a keyboard. Thanks, though.

[antihippy]

This is hilarious. Those are some creative rhymes, loseyourname. Do you freestyle?

[spiral]

i put mirrors on the foreheads of chicks that i'm screwing

I don't think this is healthy.

Rather traumatizing.

[loseyourname]

my name is, ah well, you can call me jesus
one small glimpse of the side of my face
and i'll haunt you like an aborted fetus
i come fully equipped
with fairy-swatter and rat poison
like a man with a grip on a forty-gauge shotgun
i come at you hotter than the sun
at high noon
like a harpoon stuck in the rear end of a whale
i'll ride you like a thoroughbred
with my nine-inch nail
don't ask where i live at
don't ask what i'm doing
i put mirrors on the foreheads
of chicks that i'm screwing

[Anonymouse]

Mr. Ego, you try to have the last word with an echo
You are slow, your typing would cause an English major sorrow
You can be summarized in few words, "me, myself, and I"
You try to rhyme but you type like youre high
You should have a mirror from your kitchen to your bedroom
To your closet and even the ceiling in your bathroom
To watch your self use Listerine to gargle
As you pose and stare at your nipple
Your ego should have its own apartment
Email God and tell him you're his replacement
When you look at yourself in the mirror take a bow
As you dream be sure to fix your eyebrow
You are a self made man insisting on giving
Everyone the recipe to your way of living
Before you try to attempt to play in the Poetry Corner
Be careful for I might make youre ego smaller

[loseyourname]

with the grammar of dubya
and the grace of rosanne
eve says "i'll snub ya"
like my parents did yerevan
with the power of creation
loser bores into her head
i don't need punctuation
her obsession with me's fed
look out when you're sleeping
fear the creaking sounds of wood
i'm creeping in to hear
the muffled pounds of your xxxxoral hood
with poetic flare
and a penchant for off-rhyme
i dare to delve deeper
did i mention i'm sublime?