Poetry Corner

rebel

rebel

Active member
I'd rather spam the message boards than spam individual people. Maybe this is a bad idea but I'm gonna plug my cult anyway because nobody is going to see it till it's official and it's not an exclusive place.

Anyone who is interested in joining a poetry community please message me. I really think this could be a good use of the cults and I know there's a ton of people here who write some really good poetry.

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'The art of propaganda lies in understanding the emotional ideas of the great masses and finding, through a psychologically correct form, the way to the attention and thence to the heart of the broad masses.' - A. Hiedler
 
I just bought some dill pickle chips. It's nice to switch it up a bit sometimes (I usually get Sour Cream and Onion).

you can't spell sick without ck
 
WTF man, that has no relvance. I liked 'The Raven'

Matt

Member 2912

2 weeks ago I went to Outdoor school Camp with my grade.My teacher was in a Field talking to his Girlfriend at 11:30 pm, my friend and I were suspicious so we flashed a flaslight in the eyes of my teacher and they were closed. We Burst out laughing I said 'His having phone sex'. So the Next Day I went around and told EVERYONE in my grade what happened last night. I said to them 'on the count of 3 we'll say MR. GIBSON were you MASTERBATING last night. My teacher we so red, it was fucking Hilarious

My Teacher: Yeah I Whack The Dog

Another story coming soon...

the girls in mammoth are like parking spaces - the good ones are already taken and the rest are handicapped -mammothpunks
 
Ummm... Chris, what? So you want in or not?

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'The art of propaganda lies in understanding the emotional ideas of the great masses and finding, through a psychologically correct form, the way to the attention and thence to the heart of the broad masses.' - A. Hiedler
 
girl....i just want to fuck you, i will show you my tatoo, its brand new, i got it just for you...now will you do what you came to do, get on your knees and do my crew...can be all of us, or just me and you, i dont care just as long as youre down to screw, you want your boobs rubbed? one or two? this is poetry after drinkin a few, beer bongin a coor, or maybe 7 times two, and im not a pussy so i didnt spew

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Member Number 189

-you are a fag-

love always, McAboy

'I hit it from the back so long I forget what your face look like'

 
^haha

I've had some poetry published and I'm writing my 2nd book and I write like a million essays and articles for a magazine and I'm only 16... But I have a 40% in my english class so I guess I don't know how to write... (my teacher actually told me that I couldn't write and I wanted to just like bust out a bat and beat her to death)

On my way to goddom
 
Jay, Jay,

Your smile, like the sun, reigns down,

How precious you are, in your wedding gown

Seeing you, makes me tremble in the knees,

Uncontrolled love high from the trapeze.

I am helpless to your touch,

Hands softer than the Dutch.

Skin so smoothe,

My heart you woo.

Nice toned ass,

that I'll harass.

Lips beat red,

Will we wed?

It is you I desire,

Set my heart on fire.

You giggle as I rub your inner thigh,

Nibble on my neck, don't be shy.

Give me the pleasure of being in the cult,

and I'll give you a pleasure that'll make you jolt

Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Ski.

 
I woke up today, thinking about yesterday, dreaming about every day that I look away from you.

Holding my breath and closing my eyes are no longer my salvation. THis prison comes close as if it were a creeping stalker in the dark, or a leopard hunting for its prey.

Tomorrow as of now is an illusion in my mind but for you, an anticipation of your own deceit.

Rising up out of another dimension it seems you're weighing me down, all around. In every way I fail to see this inconspicuous pride, this vile side that you yourself deny exists. But today won't be the only day, tomorrow will be something else, and even better than yesterday.

-cuttingedge

Lightly carbonated.

Serve chilled.
 
It must be love.

Smell my glove.

Tastes so bland.

Looks like glue.

Here's my hand,

Cause I love you!

Lunch at 2,

Just with you.

Hugs at four,

Close the door.

Asleep at 6,

Just us two dicks.

Oh Jay, Oh Jay,

It's Saturday.

Pick me up,

Take me away!

Commander of the Silent Army

Viva La Resistance!

 
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