Potoetry |
Victory Over YouI am victoriousWhat are you going to do?You are erogenousWhat am I going to do?I am too strenuousThere is nothing you can doAnd I am spentWith a feeling of self loathingAnd it's now al...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 00:14:00 GMT |
Poohetry |
EDUCATIONI can' seem to educate enough people into my way of thinking,no matter how many times i bombard them with insults and empty promisesthey always seem to have their own ideas and opinions.It se...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 00:30:00 GMT |
Prometry |
MemorySometimes my memory gets me into troublethings i forget are bad for mebut things i remember turn out worseyour nameyour numberyour place of workyour localyour favourite restaurantyour working h...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:42:00 GMT |
poem art try |
The Most Important Hour Of My LifeI’ve lost about an hour of my timeI’m not sure where, i’m not sure howBut I think it may have beenThe most important hour of my lifeThings are not w...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 16:44:00 GMT |
Pro-etry |
Hard CoalCompression in your soul Will bring the diamonds out in your eyesTrust me I'm a crookI take what I like,But only when your back is turned Now is my time to savour the sights I'll take th...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 11:29:00 GMT |
Is This Poetry Wrong? |
Wrong?I've made a few mistakes in my time.I suppose we all haveWrong meals,Wrong decisions,Wrong turns,Wrong pills,Wrong lefts, Wrong rights,Wrong shoes,Wrong haircuts,Wrong options.I even tried to vi...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 00:16:00 GMT |
Poemtry |
ThingsI've been packed up, Shipped offAnd pushed around this placeI've been beaten down, Shit upon And punched right in the faceI've seen a nil nil war, Des Walker scoreSimpson and Jackson win their c...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 11:32:00 GMT |
Pro-etry |
Empty HollowEmpty seconds, vacant spaces.Hollow minutes changing faces,Turning into hours.These led us to days.Days beyond nothing..Not much in the way to rejoice in,Even when something is worth itIt'...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 11:59:00 GMT |
reject poem |
Still No SmokeThinking about smoking is now my smokeI no longer inhale, when i tokeI no longer crave a cancerous knavea smelly, smelly slavei will never revoke?
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 13:48:00 GMT |
Poetry |
san franciscothe place i want to go, go, go, goto againit was not a pain, pain, painto fly or drivefor a long, long while, while, whilei took in the sceneryit was grand
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 19:55:00 GMT |
