Some Poetry

[St Leo]

Wrote these yesterday:

War Sex Pizza
_with a cherry on top
War Sex Pizza
_is everyone's lot
War Sex Pizza
_boils the blood
War Sex Pizza
_binds the heart
War Sex Pizza
_i am in heat
War Sex Pizza
_new and improved
War Sex Pizza
_gets one in the mood
War Sex Pizza
_to hell with seal pups
War Sex Pizza
_i am a whore
War Sex Pizza
_study the lore
War Sex Pizza
_pizza sex war

Here's another one:

Spiked grass
Rain tickles pavement
Gray mirror streaks

Happy happy fun fun.

[Asher]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This thread sucks
And so does Stew

[monolith94]

The first one is more lyrics than poetry, it seems.

I kind of like the pavement.

Roses are red
Violet's are blue
Pentiums are slow
Sort of like Asher's MOM!

[Asher]

The rhythm is ****ed up the last one, try it again.

[Zero]

Roses are red
Violet's are blue
Asher's one sucked
So did Monolith

(be a bit more orignal then "roses are red"!)

[monolith94]

[Dinner]

(Seen in a public restroom)

I sit here with my cheeks apart
Waiting for a powerful fart
I hold a lighter to my ass
I want to burn some natural gas

[monolith94]

Had zero's mom in bed
Asher's mom, it's true
They kept begging for more
But Ming wanted some too

[Asher]

I don't get why one would use a mac
'suppose you have nothing better to do when you live in a shack
other than fondling your own rack
Or snorting some crack

[Zero]

Originally posted by monolith94

(be a bit more orignal then "roses are red"!)

Had zero's mom in bed
Asher's mom, it's true
They kept begging for more
But Ming wanted some too

its a start

[Asher]

It's art!

My heart breathes
for you
My lungs beat
for you
My hands run
for you
My feet ****
for you
My eyes hear
for you
My **** smiles
for you

[Tuberski]

Asher is gay,
Boris is too,
Che is a commie,
this poems stupid,
and so are you.

ACK!

[Agathon]

If I were a dog
and you were a flower
I'd lift my leg
and give you a shower

Friends can kiss friends goodbye
Birds can kiss the butterfly
Trees can kiss the green green grass
But you, my friend, can kiss my ass.

*Can't remember where I heard this one*

[Agathon]

A minimalist poem:

Windows.... blows.

[Asher]

Note: This is not my work (bolded my favorite line)

feel the speed through the intersection
in sheets of rain i seek out cars
hands in gloves grip handle bars
ride alone to the pub in the dark

i get a little wet but i don't have to park
and the lights start flashing green to red as i ride
a car turns left and i slide
i can't turn back, i made contact
blinkers smash into a mosaic
then I start flying

always think we get more time
and now i'm flying through the air
maybe living, maybe dying
in this motor crash it's you who comes to mind
don't we always think we get more time?

i'm thrust slow-mo through time and space
details smash, protect my face
and then I see yours
and go to a time when we just knew

mister death in the car below
doesn't even slow and away he goes
in the majesty of a motor crash
you skid into my darkness forming
sex and death, heartbreak and strife
well they give no warning

always think we get more time
now i'm flying in the air
and it's you who comes to mind
in the red lights and cathedrals, there's a sign
don't we always think we get more time?

here it comes
my hit and run

always think we get more time
then you're flying through the air
with someone on your mind
in the shattered glass reflections there's a sign
cos you weren't there, and i wish we had more time

come down hard and roll to my feet
and rain washes blood now off concrete
people turn away and i just had to laugh
'cause i'm still flying
living and dying

always think we get more time
you're flying through the air
with someone on your mind
and this motorcycle crash, it is a sign
cos you were there, and i wish we had more time

i'd like to thank mister death now for what he's done
cos i got to walk away from my hit and run
mysteries are not so empty now as they seemed
cos i saw you at my hit and run
at my hit and run