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It seemed like the appropriate place to put this. I'm simply looking for poetry to pique my interest. Name of the game: see a poem, make a poem in resopnse to it, no matter how corny. These don't have to rhyme or have meter. The most extreme of vagueries or extremely clear cut. I do this simply to see how long it'll go. May the responses commence!
Pedal to the metal
and scaling the cruise
Jam on the brakes,
tight turns and
oh, so tight curves
Red death is playing the guitar
on the Last Highway
so fast and so loud that
the head has yet to spin.
Play me baby,
Play me like the strings
between the cocaine high
and marijuana smoke
and don't stop.
please, don't ever stop
cuz death might find us
and I ain't ready for
this road to end.
Stock up the booze and
heart pounding music
cuz we're not stopping till
we reach
the last highway
Come on, guys, this is just an opener! We all know this is going to degrade into some of the weirdest stuff imaginable, that's what I want! Play the gaaaaaaaame! Last edited by [Viajera] on June 22, 2006 |
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Catholic school girls all but babies
selling at yer porch all the delicous cookies
you laugh at them, emotionally dumb
as they pull out a magnum,
twenty iches long
the hole in yer chest, as you watch
and bleed to death
the blood fill their shoes!
fucking school girls, mang. |
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Okay, theme of DEATH..... hmmm...
I have noticed no more -
the scant difference between light and dark.
The colors elude me and I live
in the space between the mottled grays and
marred blacks of night.
Ever since the cord was cut,
and who was I?
but to have held to knife. |