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This
is a poem
because
I say it is
And because I say it is
this is a song
and it is
about Bronzong
And because I say it is
this is an ode
and it is
to Politoed
And because I say it is
this is a haiku
and it is
about Raikou
And because I say it is
this is a ditty
and it is
about Skitty
And because I say it is
This is a poem
and it is
about Unown
That part didn't rhyme
but that's not a crime.
is a poem
because
I say it is
And because I say it is
this is a song
and it is
about Bronzong
And because I say it is
this is an ode
and it is
to Politoed
And because I say it is
this is a haiku
and it is
about Raikou
And because I say it is
this is a ditty
and it is
about Skitty
And because I say it is
This is a poem
and it is
about Unown
That part didn't rhyme
but that's not a crime.
Hey there old Jaryd how's it like in big CA.
I can tell you're missing me, but I'll be back by the end of the day
Believe in me.
Even more intoxicated we'll fall
We'll have it all
Oh, it's what it does to me
Oh, it's what it does to me
Three thousand miles are pretty far
But we've got planes and trains and bars
I'd walk my way if I ever had to.
And just for Blue...
I can tell you're missing me, but I'll be back by the end of the day
Believe in me.
Even more intoxicated we'll fall
We'll have it all
Oh, it's what it does to me
Oh, it's what it does to me
Three thousand miles are pretty far
But we've got planes and trains and bars
I'd walk my way if I ever had to.
And just for Blue...
| QUOTE (Thelonius @ Oct 12 2007, 11:03 PM) |
| R U RDY 4 EPIC Ever-blank Come on, come along down To the ever-blank side of town, to the bright blinding ever-blank Where everyone's happy and no one's on the streets in rags Where the trees are green and flowering, where the birds peck at the ground looking for worms. Bright blinding ever-blank shining side of town. Come on, Come along down to the ever-blank, where everything's right but everything's right Ever-blank residents strut around in their Sunday clothes. Ever-blank houses on ever-blank streets lean up, shining blinding bright. So come on, Come along down to the ever-blank, where everything's right and everything's wrong To the ever-blank side of town, bright and blinding and (falling) rising up in the world. Ever-blank residents walk around in funeral clothes. The trees are green and the birds peck at the ground, looking for worms. Ever-blank houses with yawning windows stare at each other. You wonder what they think, what's inside. What goes on. The trees turn red (rust-red) in the autumn, the birds peck at each other. Angry beaks in an ever-blank place. Rushing red on an ever-blank road. Unnatural. Uncanny. Unusual. Always that color, ever-blank. You wonder what they think, what's inside, what goes on. You wonder if they can see in all the bright, blinding ever-blank. Do they read? Watch TV? Do they play? Work? Make love? Or are they just blinded and entranced by ever-blank? No one's in the streets in rags. It's perfect, isn't it? Everyone's happy. So come along! Come on down! We promise we won't bite. This is the ever-blank side of town, bright blinding ever-blank Sheltered and safe and happy and perfect. Unnatural. Uncanny. Unusual. Unreal. You wonder if they can see what's around them. You wonder if they can see past the ever-blank. The trees turn red (rust-red) in the autumn. The birds peck at each other. Angry beaks in an ever-blank place. Terrified minds behind ever-blank smiles. Purpose blacker than sin in this ever-blank side of town. ----- EDIT: & MOAR EPIC Last night... So... when's the last time you saw me? Was it... When I was hanging' round, just outside your door? When's the last time you talked to me? Was it... Late last night, or the night before? And when's the last time I felt you? Without... Without a single tear running down your cheek? When's the last time you were happy? Don't... Don't be so sad. I'm here, and I'll set you free. You could've just called me, no one else would've known. You should've sent a letter to my little home. And you know, I can't blame you, now can I? You could've been stronger, you didn't have to let go. If I knew you were aching, you wouldn't have been alone. And you know, I can't blame you, now. Can I? So... when's the last time we kissed? How many... So very many weeks that it's been, now? And when's the last time I whispered in your ear, that I loved you. Was I too far away for too long, now? You could've just told me that you wanted to walk away. You could've just said, "I don't need you, so go away." And you know I can't blame you; if I were you I might have done the same. And you could've just told me the news then and there. But you wanted to hide it, never wanted me to share. And you know I can't blame you. If I were you, I might have done the same. So... when's the last time you saw me? Was it... ... I was hanging' round, outside your door? When's the last time you talked to me? Was it... Late last night, or the night before? |
You're extremely good.
I was going to post my entire anthology of poetry (and yes, I have one, I took college Creative Writing last year) but I apparently deleted it recently, since I can't find it.
Sucks.
'Nother day. 'Nother start. And it's really just a chance to part.
But let's not talk about all these silly, silly little things.
Another change, another place, another hand raised in my face.
But let's just ignore the facts for a minute. Let me have a little daydream.
Now I know that under any other circumstances, I wouldn't have a chance.
And I know that on any other day, you wouldn't have given me a second glance.
So what was it, then, that turned your head, told you to talk to me?
Had a tiff with your B-F? Pfft, whatever. I don't care.
Humor me a little. Play with me a little. Make my wish come true today.
Smile at me a little. Laugh with me a little. Make my wish come true today.
Humor me a little. Play with me a little. Make my wish come true today.
Laugh at me a little. Dance with me a little. Make my wish come true, just for today.
But let's not talk about all these silly, silly little things.
Another change, another place, another hand raised in my face.
But let's just ignore the facts for a minute. Let me have a little daydream.
Now I know that under any other circumstances, I wouldn't have a chance.
And I know that on any other day, you wouldn't have given me a second glance.
So what was it, then, that turned your head, told you to talk to me?
Had a tiff with your B-F? Pfft, whatever. I don't care.
Humor me a little. Play with me a little. Make my wish come true today.
Smile at me a little. Laugh with me a little. Make my wish come true today.
Humor me a little. Play with me a little. Make my wish come true today.
Laugh at me a little. Dance with me a little. Make my wish come true, just for today.
uh uh wat up cuh lets go............
I roll thru yo block in my chromed out Hummer,
Hottest thing on yo block since last summer,
came into the game with nothin but dreams,
now i'm so fly they say i got wings,
I'm cold but i'm hot like dry ice,
Im white and I fill up yo mouth like a bag of rice,
for 15 years i've been livin' life strong,
heres to many many more now let me pass the mic on.................
I roll thru yo block in my chromed out Hummer,
Hottest thing on yo block since last summer,
came into the game with nothin but dreams,
now i'm so fly they say i got wings,
I'm cold but i'm hot like dry ice,
Im white and I fill up yo mouth like a bag of rice,
for 15 years i've been livin' life strong,
heres to many many more now let me pass the mic on.................
I posted this in another topic, but no one read it, so...
“A little rest, a little restâ€
You keep saying.
“A little more time, a little more time,â€
You’ve taken too much already.
“I can’t yet, I can’t yetâ€
If not now, when?
“It will come, it will comeâ€
Why don’t you go and get it?
A reprieve, a rest,
A small one, you said,
So you could order your head.
So you could make something again.
So you could pursue your dream anew;
Without hassle, without distraction, without disappointment.
But you just sleep and sleep and sleep;
Will you still make anything of your dreams?
You’ve slept long enough.
Wake up!
There’s work to be done.
Wake up!
You’ve rested enough.
Wake up!
No more excuses.
Wake up!
Quit doubting yourself.
Your dreams amount to nothing if you sleep forever.
So wake up!
“A little rest, a little restâ€
You keep saying.
“A little more time, a little more time,â€
You’ve taken too much already.
“I can’t yet, I can’t yetâ€
If not now, when?
“It will come, it will comeâ€
Why don’t you go and get it?
A reprieve, a rest,
A small one, you said,
So you could order your head.
So you could make something again.
So you could pursue your dream anew;
Without hassle, without distraction, without disappointment.
But you just sleep and sleep and sleep;
Will you still make anything of your dreams?
You’ve slept long enough.
Wake up!
There’s work to be done.
Wake up!
You’ve rested enough.
Wake up!
No more excuses.
Wake up!
Quit doubting yourself.
Your dreams amount to nothing if you sleep forever.
So wake up!
Hear those fighter planes. Booming and whooshing all over my sky.
They're not supposed to do that 'till they get out over the water.
But they do it anyways, ruining my beautiful day and streaking grease over my beautiful sky.
I wonder if they ever thought, that maybe they're making things a little difficult for us who can't fly.
I really do wonder.
They're not supposed to do that 'till they get out over the water.
But they do it anyways, ruining my beautiful day and streaking grease over my beautiful sky.
I wonder if they ever thought, that maybe they're making things a little difficult for us who can't fly.
I really do wonder.
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