life and will are one
don't try to control at all
let life do its thing
by sexually frustrated
Expression is a
mater of will over the
chaos that is life
by William Nippress
the more likely death
i'll commit seppuku out
side a McDonald's
by sexually frustrated
Why point to others
Your own imagination
Everything you need
by William Nippress
i'll sit lotus style
until i'm burned to a crisp
like that monk in Nam
by sexually frustrated
bleed anally in the last one
by sexually frustrated
knows beat history
mother watched him anally
on the toilet
by sexually frustrated
Burning your flag is
Illegal and they will shoot
You dead anyway
by William Nippress
Kerouac died because
like a divine fool who could
have been a saint...he
drank himself to death as
a mixed up Catholic too
close to his mother
by Mox
Gleaned wisdom tells me
Only do what is written
For each their fate
by William Nippress
will walk to Time's Square
drape myself in U.S. flag
light myself ablaze
by sexually frustrated
Why end your life with
a whisper, do something great
Try to rob fort Knox
by William Nippress
will break the cycle
with suicide one day if
i gather courage
by sexually frustrated
The only way he
Could break the cycle is to
Peddle much faster
by Anonymous Poet
Keruouac died on
a toilet like elvis
after a barfight
by sexually frustrated
do you think
you can break the cycle
sex man?
by Mox
Jack Kerouac
no comment
by Anonymous Poet
so bored and lonely
i look to your dumbasses
for validation
by sexually frustrated
sprays on her perfume
maybe that will mask the stench
of decaying fish
by sexually frustrated
I can feel your pain
You
by Anonymous Poet
cying in despair
unimaginable pain
oh! i'm so unloved
by sexually frustrated
Thought you didn
by Anonymous Poet
god you are boring
even your insults make me
drowsy with fatigue
by sexually frustrated
their cornflake haiku
all sog and no crunch but makes
good fertilizer
by sexually frustrated
love my delusions
i nurse them nurture them like
my newborn puppies
by sexually frustrated
embrace the maelstrom
penn station at rush hour
more like a mosh pit
by sexually frustrated
Art for Christ sake Art
He actually calls it Art!
Delusional crap
by Anonymous Poet
milking the prostate
most pleasurable indeed
and effortless too.
by sexually frustrated
new level hardcore
cheesegrater cunnilingus
shows dedication
by sexually frustrated
a lump in my balls
let cancer grow to impress
the girl going down
by sexually frustrated
perks of dentistry
sedated under nitrus
the panties come off
by sexually frustrated
i leap from the roof
insecure zombie poets
huddle in basement.
by sexually frustrated
i'm arrogant too
self aggrandizement is
my one affliction.
by sexually frustrated
slice you and dice you
i draw spiritual blood with
rapier-like thrusts.
by sexually frustrated
god you people suck
the blood cannot flow in your
anemic haikus.
by sexually frustrated
what great art ever
came out of peaceful thinking
peace is for pussies
by sexually frustrated by bland shit, they might as well be dead and buried
i've conquered the art
of self-deprecation much
better than you all.
by sexually frustrated
reaching the height of
creativity jackals
nipping at your heels
by sexually frustrated
with forgerer's help
i'll shoot straight to the top of
the website's stat list
by sexually frustrated
didnt' know i was
so popular that people
would want to be me.
by sexually frustrated
forgerer repeats
himself like broken record
he's jealous of me
by sexually frustrated the real deal
wow my id's becoming pretty
popular here with forgerers. let's
all just use my name instead so
there's no confusion from now on.
Anyone can forge my haiku if you
want, it really doesn't bother me.
by sexually frustrated
Jangled nerves on edge
Outside imposes chaos
I control my mind
by William Nippress
My mind my body
Mine to control and subdue
My will over life
by William Nippress
Thoughts as smooth as cream
Silence of the mind at peace
Serenity rules
by William Nippress
war in canada, blowing up stuff,
war in my head, on the bed, dead
with fred and ed on my jet
let chaos ring...
dubya is king of the devils
worship the viet cong
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
Hug all trees in the immediate area
They need love and kisses, not
being blowed up real good-like
Not like our hero's the Viet Cong
who tortured the vietnam vet very
nicely...they are like gods to me
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
Stop the war,
Stop the whore,
Bush is going to get us killed...
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
STOP THE WAR,STOP THE WAR
HUG A TREE, HUG A TREE FOR ME
AND HUG IT LIKE A BEE
OR A FLEA ON THE SEA WITH MY
KEY
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
STOP THE WAR NOW!
STOP THE WAR HOW??
START WITH ME...I WILL BLOW UP
STUFF REAL GOOD-LIKE AND BECOME A SOLDIER!!
by Richard Larson of Springfield, il
