the letch brothers make
crimson rivers flow all down
autopsy table
by KittenGuts13 & Kidcarcass of Central Silent Hill
good once-better twice!
by axl
fuckin' right thinking
there are tons of hot sales girls
at sears cosmetics
by axl hose
fuckin' right thinking
there are tons of hot sales girls
at sears cosmetics
by axl hose
i see a yellow blur
brown logs land on grass so green
dance on Pikafecal, dance on!
by KittenGuts13 of Central Silent Hill
a rose for my beloved
alas, she does not smell as sweet
maybe i'll bury her tomorrow
by KittenGuts13 of Central Silent Hill
dumped like so much trash,
i write an anguished poem.
it's sold to Hallmark.
but i take solace
knowing that there's always more
for your life at Sears.
by scott of hh
Oscar Wilde wrote,
"hearts are made to be broken".
So are soup crackers.
by scott of heartbreak hotel
one two three four five
one two three four five six sev...
hey, fuck you seven!
by Demons
nitrogen causes
lightning electric color
purple flashing sky
by ap
the slings and arrows
of outrageous bad haiku
cannot break my bones
i am of rubber
my detractors made of glue.
bad haiku to you.
by scott, here to stay
2 hot broads write me
Sexy, hot, fuck, wet, Haikus
Pajama Screw Fest!
by Kackarott
Scott find some new room
Scott find a new place to dwell
Scott never look back
by mellie
Scotty Too Hotty
That "WORM" thing you do is dumb
Time for a new move
by Fuzzy of Wash, DC
repetitive works
arts busting masters reflect
grandma has a cock
by ash
ripping and burning
new chair is vibrating hummmmm
got some new gear
by mellie
two little wontons
resemble two human brains
floating in my soup
by cenobyte of regina
The cat, yes you sir,
You read my words and see
What I want you too
by Dr.Claw
you claim to follow
a theme like the great masters.
they'd bust your ass too.
by anonymous again of hh, #43
poets can flame me
but that doesn't make me ash
i'm me already
by ash
following a theme
i get flamed by a psycho
with heated passions
i know you wrote it
i wrote something like it too
don't let it dis ya
by ash
just coincidence -
the CD burner image?
write your own haiku!
"i nearly burned her
a CD of all love songs.
glad my burner died."
ash, i don't know you,
but don't mess with me, buddy.
you'll get burned for real.
by scott (formerly anonymous) of heartbreak hotel, room #43
burning with desire
i'd like a cd writer
to record my love
by ash
thirty six hours
without any sleep at all.
i'll write bad haiku.
why don't I call her?
no, i think I'll wait until
3 AM or so.
the moon's reflection
intrudes into this haiku.
get lost, stupid moon.
by still anonymous of heartbreak hotel
I watch the wave, one after the other, and wonder why the came and where they went
by Andrew
i nearly made her
a CD of all love songs.
glad my burner died.
by Anonymous Poet of heartbreak hotel
I feel that all the things
I've said here are irreedeemable so
I got to go because if I don't
where's my quiet life I long for!!!!!!
by Moxie
My prayer is that some
crazy realization can be
made tween Goddess and Mox
by Moxie
unconditional
is my love. don't need your want;
my wanting will do!
by boo of to tamarama
Anonymity doesn't exist
behind the web frontier
she is settled with greenhorns
from the East.
by Moxie
tamarama wants
you? too bad you're hoomoo. I'll
just have to do. BOO!
by boo of to bruce
I noticed that the
Hunter S. Thompson is well
Wiliam S. Burroughs sort of =
in syllable length
and also, George W. Bush
and Dr. Gonzo are Cancers
(ayuh, sorry about the 5-7-5 non snafu)
by Moxie
Take a few open
Shots, Are you still there? Maybe
Hello! Open your eyes~
Take a deep breath - Ah~
Yes Yes - Now I see - Yess Yess
( , - )
by ComiCat of Jerzey
not that the site rots,
my brain is rotted through
and that's all i do
by weezer of cleveburgh
bad haiku is it?
what constitutes bad haiku?
i think it's brain rot
by weezer of cleveburgh
it will never work
never does..tamarama
wants me, not you boo
by bruce
TAMARAMA, see
12371 then jump to
12369
...69 simple as 1,2,3
by boo
here we swing for
femalings, we even do
drixoral - someday
we hope to have our
own Madonna; to surely
tease, and answer, please...
by boo of eating tamarama
no inspiration
too much dinner..falling down
on keyboard..konk... bonk
by bruce
on her knees tricks oral;
if we were furry animals
she prob'bly woon't wanna
we ain't just another band
of destituite Des Moiners -
we're Billy and the Boingers!
by boo of eating tamarama
deader than carlos
or chandra or condit or
can it or keep it.
by McVeigh
Occasionally
I will have nothing to say
Just look below this
by Janis
now it's out that you
were not along for the ride
and want more control
and with all that said
i would much rather have not known
you feel resentment
by Anonymous Poet of Austin
