poetry
i wrote this poetry because George bush is a dick
...thats not poetry, thats just rhythmic bitching
g w bush sucks
...thats not poetry, thats just rhythmic bitching
g w bush sucks
poetry by PerfectBalance January 22, 2005
Poetry
A useless subject that is merely an abstract art. Forced upon kids, this waste of time teaches children how to rhyme words in a specific rhythm.
Poetry by Iamthebanananananana February 4, 2021
poetry
poetry
Throwing dull emotions on scrap paper, pretending you want no one to read it, then posting it on myspace.
poetry by StrangeReality December 27, 2006
Poetry
She is one of the most independent and quiet people you’ll ever meet. She’s shy and keeps her thoughts to herself at first but once you get to know her she’s amazing, bright, and very loyal when she wants something she gets it, but most of the time she over thinks things and she usually hesitates in the moment, She smart, talented, when she tells you something she really means it she’s kind hearted and selfless, very very dramatic. But don’t let her shyness and kind heart Fool you she can be very bitchy at times, when she gets mad it takes her some time to get over the situation.
Poetry
The art of unlocking one’s most restrained and repressed emotions before manipulating them for aesthetic purposes in a feeble, half-ass attempt, to get into some college freshman’s panties.
Verbal Ejaculation
Poetry is such bullshit,
Nothing truly profound could ever be put on paper.
Self-awareness? Who needs it!
All I ever do is end up crying anyway.
It's like the dehydration of an emotional masochist;
Invisible pain, evaporating joy.
Someone oughta build a dam on my stream of consciousness,
But where then would all the fish go to spawn?
Why does Jesus ask for so much faith?
Where is Allah’s justice?
Yahweh hasn’t written a book in two millennia.
There’s too much order in the chaos.
My eyesight is failing; I fear I may soon go blind.
Not that there’s much worth seeing anyway.
Poetry is such bullshit,
Nothing truly profound could ever be put on paper.
Self-awareness? Who needs it!
All I ever do is end up crying anyway.
It's like the dehydration of an emotional masochist;
Invisible pain, evaporating joy.
Someone oughta build a dam on my stream of consciousness,
But where then would all the fish go to spawn?
Why does Jesus ask for so much faith?
Where is Allah’s justice?
Yahweh hasn’t written a book in two millennia.
There’s too much order in the chaos.
My eyesight is failing; I fear I may soon go blind.
Not that there’s much worth seeing anyway.