Its shit but hey
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SilentOutlaw
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Although most of these poems on the forums are filled with depressing sadness, its all from the heart and they are very well done.
Great poem needaclue.
It is a lot better than I could ever do, this is my poem:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Social anxiety stinks,
And so do you
Great poem needaclue.
It is a lot better than I could ever do, this is my poem:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Social anxiety stinks,
And so do you
needaclue
Member
that 1's awesome yetisbabe, did u write it?
i know these suk but i struggle expressing myself in conversation
i guess my other guess was shit
the wrong fuel in the wrong engine
and it doesnt matter now how u look at it
a satanic angelic heathen sin
if i wait here long enough they all will see
that the pains worthwhile it sets me free
no more doubting doubts or swallowed lies
at last a colour for my cameleon disguise
and whether they think he thought the thought he thunk
the thought they thunk he thought was junk
nevermore to think again
cause thinking is the source of pain
Please take me away to a better day
i know these suk but i struggle expressing myself in conversation
i guess my other guess was shit
the wrong fuel in the wrong engine
and it doesnt matter now how u look at it
a satanic angelic heathen sin
if i wait here long enough they all will see
that the pains worthwhile it sets me free
no more doubting doubts or swallowed lies
at last a colour for my cameleon disguise
and whether they think he thought the thought he thunk
the thought they thunk he thought was junk
nevermore to think again
cause thinking is the source of pain
Please take me away to a better day
needaclue
Member
i dunno y i feel the need 2 bore every1 with my shit but i do
a man must do more then walk down enough roads
or so it seems to me
the real question is how does a man walk
and when does a road begin
and where does it end
do they ever end
do they ever begin
or is that a road in itself
maybe they slowly change
and your life is like the evolution of the road
it starts of not even a road just grass
then slowly a thin track gets worn
which slowly grows to a full dirt road
then from somewhere bitumen(tarmac) gets invented
but its put down real in-experiencedly and shit
and slowly it gets improved upon
maybe thats my problem
i dont know how 2 invent bitumen
maybe im insane?
any thoughts?
a man must do more then walk down enough roads
or so it seems to me
the real question is how does a man walk
and when does a road begin
and where does it end
do they ever end
do they ever begin
or is that a road in itself
maybe they slowly change
and your life is like the evolution of the road
it starts of not even a road just grass
then slowly a thin track gets worn
which slowly grows to a full dirt road
then from somewhere bitumen(tarmac) gets invented
but its put down real in-experiencedly and shit
and slowly it gets improved upon
maybe thats my problem
i dont know how 2 invent bitumen
maybe im insane?
any thoughts?
needaclue
Member
thought someone might like this 1 :wink:
twisted amongst the ruinous rubble a vine grows
the kind which only grows in such lonely places
its a vine seldom seen or touched
left, by choice undisturbed
its growth is not a constant thing
but sculpted around the weather
its colour also varying
drifting with its pain and pleasure
its a dream of mine that 2 such vines may meet
and worship the sun together
in the land there is not found
similar beauty as in their flower
twisted amongst the ruinous rubble a vine grows
the kind which only grows in such lonely places
its a vine seldom seen or touched
left, by choice undisturbed
its growth is not a constant thing
but sculpted around the weather
its colour also varying
drifting with its pain and pleasure
its a dream of mine that 2 such vines may meet
and worship the sun together
in the land there is not found
similar beauty as in their flower
