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hello there.. .im a new one here... just wana know more bout this place... could you help me... ichiro namida... if im not mistaken... could we talk.... and by the way... dont be too bothered bout those girls out there... you can find your girl one day... but do say that... dahil hindi lahat ng babae ay nananakit ng lalaki... maybe... hindi lang talaaga kayo para sa isat isa...
tenshi
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YOu've done some of that? And you liked it? Damn. You've gained respect. This is gonna be a song for my band if I ever pick up a mic. again or learn to play guitar... |
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on 2006-06-01 21:17:08 (edited 2006-06-01 21:18:09)
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There are few things I havn't done that are described in that poem, getting a tattoo and smoking. Good one, Doc!     |
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WARNING!: I don't condone or recommend any of what this poem talks about even though Iamy or may not have done most of it. Really. Stay safe and clean kids... -Suburban Anarchist Life is dead on my Cul-du-Sac My girlfriend stabbed me in the back Now I've gotten really pissed Now I am an Anarchist Grab the bat and swing with all your might, We're gonna smash somw sh*t tonight! I'm a suburban anarchist. I'll get drunk and slit my wrists. Cause hell for you all night and day 'Cause it's your fault I am this way. don't f*** with me you'll taste my fist Cause I am a suburban anarcist. I skip class when I'm at school. I smoke and drink cause I'm a fool. Write my name on bathroom walls. Have security kick me out of malls. I'll take a hammer to what's left of my broken home or make a bong from a garden gnome. I'm a suburban anarchist. I'll get drunk and slit my wrists. Find happiness in anarchy. 'Cause no one ever loved me. To talk to me. don't get me pissed. 'Cause I'm a Suburban anarchist. One day they'll come arrest me. Rotten in jail, that's the end for me. But you know I'd rather get the chair then have someone tell me what to think and wear. I'll still have "F*** You* tattoed onthe knuckles of my hands. And I'll still smash your promised land. I'm a suburban anarchist I'll get drunk and slit my wrists. They'l look back and they'll all say "It could have been some other way." When I die I won't be missed Cause I'm a Suburban Anarchist! |
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That was harsh. I'm assuming it's for nobody. |
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-I Don't Wanna Be With You I don't wanna be with you. I wanna find something new to do. I want this sh*t to come to an end. I wanna hang out with my friends. I don't wanna be with you. I wanna find somebody new. Someone who's more up to it. Someone who don't treat me like sh*t. The person you can never be one who likes me cause I'm me. I don't wanna be with you. Belive it cause it's all true. I've had it with the stupid games late night stand ups and calling names. That's the way it's gonna be Cause I hate you like you hate me! |
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Pointless Pleas has to by on of the best poems Doc has posted. I absolutly loved it. Engineer: Good poem you got there. (refering to 4 simple words) |
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To learn how touse Bold and Italics real well, In the Introductions tread Read the topic on how to use HTML... (made up on the spot.) |
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Questions... How does one make the font bold and italic? I could be so much more exciting, If my font was italic and bold. It would be much more warm, And not so cold. (No seriously, how do I do it? I had to do the poem to stay on topic.)
Wise Man says: "Take a dog off its leash and it will wander."
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-Pointless Pleas Why don't you look at my eyes when you talk to me? You say we'll make things better but I disagree. We've run in circle for a full three years now it's to late to jump ship cause it's already run aground. We're not moving forward only running behind. All the lies and hiding will make me lose my mind. I want to rewrite the bad poetry of our life. Erase stupidity and cover up tension and strife. I want a second chance where we're free of lies. I wanta new revision where dreams are realized. We ripped each other's notes and didn't mourn the passing. Cheap attempts at saarcastic jokes to which no one's laughing. Walk together silently refusing both to speak and yet we both show false concern when the other's heart is weak. All thelies and secrets held make both ourlives a misery. If our angst has abody count then we're the first two casualties. I want to rewrite the burned notes we took out of our life. To fix the tattered photographs we shreded with a kitchen knife. I want to rewrite all this world, forge a new reality; where with or without theother, each of uscould just be happy. |
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4 Simple words Were it that it was, Would all be that it is? In perfection, It would be what it was, And all is that which it were. But if it is that which it were, All could not be what it was. Therefore, Were all not what it was, It could not be that it is.
Wise Man says: "Take a dog off its leash and it will wander."
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*Checks watch* Hurry up! |
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It's an expression of love and hate for one person mixed together. A true anarchistic love. I am really peased with You're Poison. Oh and I promise I'l get Babylon 4 up sometime this week. I know there's been a huge wait on that... |
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So many poems, so little time to read. Well since I don't have the time to critize them all, I'll just say one thing: Keep posting your poems. Anyway, Doc, you know I always compliment your work but You're Poison by far has to be one of the best. |
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-You're Poison When you sleep at night do you think of me? And all of the pain that you still cause me? Am I hiding it well enough? I know you don't like to see you're slowly ripping me apart and making my life misery. You're a poison Slowly killing me. There's a reason that this is ordinary. You slowly kill me every night preping me for the next day. You're a posion. And things ain't gonna stay this way. You never call. You always leave me hanging. I fell like sh*t while you're off with your friends bragging. You point out all of the things that I know I'm lacking and to you it's a joke but you're the only one that's laughing. You're a poison slowly killing me. Every morning, a new type of misery. Ask your friends, I just don't care No more of dealing with your treachery You're a poison now get the hell away from me. You're a poison. You're a poison. You're a poison. You're my poison. |
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--The Bridge-- The bridge of my life has been made sturdy now, it is not. Trials come and go and I suffered severely not it’s time to let go. In the bridge, I’ve waited long enough for my lover yet he didn’t come. The bridge is now old battered, withered, forsaken it’s time to go. And I am wasted all’s gone – I’m ready to meet the rushing water. 
"I'm tired of this pathetic life. I'm giving up.
As a life is thrown away, a new life starts...powerful, cold, and deadly..."
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once ago pieces of me lay underneath the sea thinking and crying things that was never done and never told to anyone on how much i truly cared for you sharing protecting loving you in every way every day I shine in every way when im with you I glitter like the stars when i kiss you I fly as high as a bird when we are one suddenly.. you left with no words.. pushed me so far away ignored me lied to me..denied me.. and worst of all.. made me realize that to you i was nothing.. the wounds have never healed they were just hidden go peek and see on how much the wound has infected every inch of that poor man's soul.  |
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No longer do you talk to me. I am torn inside. What did I do? How can I fix it? When we last spoke, you were angered, and it ended then and there. The phone clicked loudly, echoing through my soul. "Good-bye" was the last thing you said to me. It has rung true.
Wise Man says: "Take a dog off its leash and it will wander."
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-A Lack of Negitivity The blue skies and gentle breeze grant me a release from the self inforsed isolation in my head. The bird's let out a cry as the grad kids pass me by and chatter of what still lies ahead. Still, not much I'll trust past the two of us and the memories of better times we had. This feeling's such a joke but your words still give me hope somehow I hear you voice and I am glad you still like to talk to me. |
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wow... everyone has so much to contribute! this thread just got so lively! i dont have the luxuary of typing out a counter to anyone's poems but i will put a poem about how much of an stubborn procastinator i am in the shadow of midterms and light of finals. *Terry One Did* Very sure is when time has run out That one will pout. Terry one did and now what will amount Is consequence being the route. Carry it does, to other aspects no doubt, But this hardly stirs the lout. Merry one is, content in ignorance of what is about, But then one gives a shout. Wary one may then become, After hard learning bout, Yet never ceasing the gout.
I could give no less because I could give no more. ~myself
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