Guest tronicphace Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 Timeless Faded light to cherished ones with all our might Sent from heaven to sweeten our plight All our energy and all our care To these and their Creator fair Waiting on the journey to find our strength Only found in times of great length To which we plan to enjoy the end But fate ever had it this happiness to rend Where to turn for comfort now? The journey’s over, and broken the plow With which we toiled our lives away Now left without reason to want to stay To start again the thought prevails With hope that on this dreary trail We might find solace in our minds As we leave the departed behind It was not time for youth to die But the world has left no time to cry For those who pass from here to there From our presence into the air We’ll keep going along the path Perchance to see what the future hath A distant voice we strained to hear And the faded light we now see clear ...your turn... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr lopez Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 fuckin this guy, gettin kinda nasty got real bad, and i needed rhinoplasty Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest cardan Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 I walk alone. Even when I'm around other people, I'm by myself. Observing them, aware and focused on my separateness. I sometimes want to have somebody to really talk to, not just empty blah blah words to take up space, but I remember there is nobody there to do that with. I'm stuck with myself. I really have no one to be myself with, only me. I think that blows past the gay limit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jeremymacgregor87 Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 I froze your tears and made a dagger, and stabbed it in my cock forever. It stays there like Excalibur, Are you my Arthur? Say you are. Take this cool dark steeled blade, Steal it, sheath it, in your lake. I’d drown with you to be together. Must you breathe? Cos I need Heaven Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
luke viia Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 i don't keep my heart in my chest, i don't wear that shit on my sleeve i keep it in a little tin, and carry it around with me rich whiskey Your browser does not support the HTML5 audio tag http://dl.dropbox.com/u/13628153/oabfprwdt/03%20RW%20-%20Lets%20Fight%20About%20It.mp3 songs are poems, ok. let's fight about it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Iain C Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 This one's about John Oates from Hall and Oates They said you looked like Mario if Mario had a cock like a burmese python; a foot-thick pipe of hissing iron wrapped up in a dense black jungle of pubes - an undergrowth that snaps machetes. My yacht is docked at a Florida jetty, I want you to climb aboard. I'm aching in agony, i need my Oates, so leave the rich girls on shore. John, you slut, you wire-haired whore, take me, destroy me, I'm yours. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DerWaschbar Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 These are great! This one I wrote for my future wife Lyndsay Lohan: NSFW! Standing In front of your mirror Clothed in bruises And pimples Pubic hairs and rust stains And blood in the sink Window locked in grime And dust Like ventricles My heartbeat Is muted By your love I want to gag On your tits And vaguely feel A trickle of blood Down my arm Out of entry wound Mainline; high grade Movie star heroin. I want to taste Gin and smoke And expensive lipstick Mixing with Rolling toxic mucous Powder drip Lazy on my tonsils I want to punch my dick Out of your mouth Spinning spider saliva web Catching blood flies From split lip, cracked tooth Your sweet crimson wet grin... I want to be too high to fuck you. I want to lay fetal and naked Beside you Cock limp between lame legs Draft from the window Cool on the sweat On the space between My anus and my sack I want to be too high to fuck you Your fingers In my greasy hair While my eyes roll back in my bones Too high. I want to be tingly skinned Starry eyed Dancing rhythmic seizure I want to not wake up Next to you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ghOsty Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 This started as a freestyle I came up with when I was fucking around with some friends at band practice one day... A friend got it on video so I memorized it and wrote it out, I'll probably expand on it and/or fit in little bits of verses I've written already and end up putting to a beat for a track. She said, “Teach me how to rock Teach me, teach me, how to rock” I said it’s easy you just move like your about to ride a… Rollercoaster of love, say what? And spread that love all over With some rhythm in your strut, like Lean with it, rock with it, Float with it, drop with it Crank it up to 11 and just Bang around the block with it I walk with a wicked grin, steady in my stride Leaving a path of destruction ten miles wide Matches in my hand, armed to burn the city Choking on the smoke, but the flames look so pretty Let it burn, more fire, more fire Do a little dance as the inferno rises higher Spit a little rhyme, and send it down the wire Then laugh as I take off like a radio flyer Cause I always was a rebel with my cautions to wind Like a rolling stone, but I learned how to swim My mama don’t dance, but I’ve always rocked and rolled Another blue-eyed devil, lo and behold Raising up fire from the depths of hell Making that track ring like a funeral bell They wonder how I learned to rhyme so well? Rumor has it I may have no soul left to sell. But, You know they’re just confused You know I’m on the track With more soul than blues And I tell you some wisdom You don’t have much to lose, When the only soul you got Is the bottom of your shoes… So... keep those kicks on kickin’ Don’t get so bothered by the gum that may be stickin’ When the going gets tough and the pace starts to quicken, Dive into that shit life won’t wait for no chicken Running around like your head's already cut off Keep your mind hardened, numbskulls will go soft Can't see the bright sides then go pop some Zoloft Or knuckle up and deal with it, live to see the payoff Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jules Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 the goat, the goat the nutless goat it cannot grow it has no hair it has no nuts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
data Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 robocop carrying a ghost up a mountain dead or alive you're coming with me your move creep Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BCM Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 yes no maybe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chim Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 lest Fate was long forgotten our souls be ruled to burn we gave our sights to no one and saw none in return the pious truth of hardship Fate wrote with blood and tears would stand true for all living men and last through countless years Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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