my competition:
a rock star, a married man
and another chick
so what's missing here?
perhaps a priest, drug dealer
mama with drama
all the world's a play
i sit with the audience
and call out "author!"
by scott (not bored, but)
....how presume you so
that your projection of self
.......is that of others
(a butthead in one does'nt
make buttheads of others)
by ronin@BUTTOFFBUTTHEAD
It's all coming to
a head, where it's man that
wants to be a God
by Diablo
Never knowing what
or how we should live our lives
what makes us happy?
by jewel1
a dead man walking
zombies, weirdos, a lot more
just waiting for death
by jewel1
thanatos I like
to call death and beits friend
smiling when it comes
by jewel1
pathos is death, for
some would rather live a lie
take it all life long
by Diablo
Romantic? A fool?
A subjectuve perception
it doesnt matter...
by jewel1
Being ridiculed
pathetic, they always say
yet, it is the truth
by jewel
while we're here today
very happy and at peace
let it be, for now
by jewel1
forever is false
we belong to each other
we know that too well
by jewel1
my happiness is
knowing you are here with me
now, and 'til beyond
by jewel1
kissing your hot lips
throwing snowballs on winters
sipping tea with you
by jewel1
my happiness is
watching you sleep so soundly
and holding your hand
by jewel1
my lips shall utter
my undying love for you
'til we meet again
by jewel1
calling only you
the half that completes my whole
the blood of my life
by jewel1
I will call your name
in the innermost sanctum
of my wounded heart
by jewel1
cynical wu talk
vomit murder suicide
no place for babies
by wet nurse for saps
stress of temp workers
a record broken, useless
and to feel trapped...
by Diablo
how can I resist
borgs and bots and lollipops
make me feel so fine
by Lolita
finals here again
time to study my ass off
only to get C's
by Bob Jones Esq of Waco, TX
Oh, round bleen, joined at the spleen,
what ass' jaw created ebola?
Fifty versons, forty acre pants,
Bring it on, bitch-ola
by out there man of out there
I heard the news today
oh, boy, computer chips implanted, Doritos
from hell itself
we are all borg now
by Diablo
heart of a poet
bronchioles of a rasta
grin of a cheshire
by ash
.......Lolita sounds like...ash?
hmmm... something is quite amiss
...........a gender crisis?
...........(butt off, mox!)
by ronin@construedinwaysmorethanonedude
....strangers in the night
glancing at skyline pigeons
......over moonlit sky
by ronin@ifonlydreamsdocometrue....
communal scapegoat
internet pornography
remind us of love
by jesse of cincinnati
some sort of magic
we never met lolita
but it sounds like me
by ash
I think I'm in love
he has heart of a poet
mind of a scholar
by Lolita (and is my best lover yet)
garfield makes me
want to vomet all over
the place so i do
by carlos guzman jr (G.H.S #1)
jealous cowards want contrlol
by carlos guzman jr demented)
your miserable
i understand your problem
your guts all spill out
by carlos guzman jr
spiderman is lame
scooby-doo is much beter
acchuly bothsuck
by Anonymous Poet
punk rock is the bomb
not hip hop or stupid pop
boy bands kiss my ass
by carlos guzman jr
i crave this feeling
to see disgust in your eyes
always wanting more
by carlos guzman jr
urban roadrunners
such a silly looking breed
jog along for hours
by A. Musing
forget the pigeons
mass ave is for roadrunners
(when it's late outside)
by scott (got the internet on)
Massachusetts Ave.
hear a WHACK - look up to see
pigeon suicide
by A. Musing (really wasn't) must have been sun glare 'boidy' never saw THAT sign
With life comes painful
conclusions, that it's not snap
but, it works on out
by Diablo
use the subjunctive
when waxing suicidal:
i wish i were dead
by anal, and an asshole
i'm no animal
i'm tired of your abuse
i wish i was dead
by carlos guzman jr
market street downtown
san francisco, sunny day
pigeons eat vomit
by k of let me paint you a picture I'll never forget
bird works for a lot
'specially in traffic jams
universal sign
by A. Musing
this is distraction
in the end, will you sell your
souls for Survivor?
by Diablo
It's often hard to
let go of the past until
it is time for it
by Diablo
the young need a thing
to batter to make themselves
feel better, we all do
by Diablo
hey, Mitsukai
have they repaired Turtle Bay?
North Shores old hotel
by Boston gal...missing the tradewinds
two wongs ate some wings
peanut sauce ginger and soy
pigeons can be fine
by A. Musing
when australia
rhymes with genitalia
grandma has a cock
by ash
pigeons flying rats,
their cooing, like fingernails
scratching on boredom
by kookoo
