Death must always win
But only after life starts
Unbroken cycle
by William Nippress
The constant struggle
Supremacy denied all
This life
by William Nippress
His very existence
Questions unanswerable
in this outer shell
by William Nippress
Sits uncomfortable
Deep within his struggling self
Not understanding
by William Nippress
Faithful to the last
His self-oblivion close
What need he for help
by William Nippress
six months gone by and
i have not been happier
in my entire life
by lissle lauren that be of somewhere in your smile
the horizon
a winter tree sways
in the ocean
by g
cracked sidewalk
the brown line shimmers near the anthill
by g
fleeting existence
irrevocably empty
why bother living
by sexually frustrated (i wish i had cancer, at least that would provide me some sense of struggle)
overcast
a patch of sunlight on driftwood
by g
boarded up window
attic sunlight on the pigeons
by g
nourishment
the child sips the bottom of a malted milkshake
by m
thaw a wolf tastes the air
by m
spindrift
snowgeese honking in twilight
by m
I was but away
(I never had any steam)
On my easter break
by A Student of Glory! Glory! Behold the fool!
Wellcome back thought you
had taken a holliday
Just run out steam?
by William Nippress
You see, dear Student,
this is what this nice audience
thinks of you as well
by guess who of guess where
The monkey is quick
With his thoughtless haiku poo
He spreads it about
by A Student of Artificial insemination via the ear canal
Well did I learn any
thing, no. Just be true to your
self, don
by William Nippress
He agreed every
Thing I said, bet if I said
sun was green he
by William Nippress
Had drinks last night with
cousin of the Aga Khan,
tried hard to like him
by William Nippress
I think I will hang
on to stupidity for
a little while
by William Nippress
Hang on you cant let
go of nothing and nothing
lacks understanding
by William Nippress
This Zen business is
tough. Can
by William Nippress
So if we stop thinking then
Utopia, surely most
of the world is there
by William Nippress
True pure thought flies as
fast and straight as an arrow
unheeding control
by William Nippress
Keep the door open
Make space, ideas will return
of Their own free will
by William Nippress
You can
by William Nippress
A sleek black horse
metaphor for my ideas
grazes quietly near
by William Nippress
Humming a simple
tune, what is left of ideas
fly
by William Nippress
Pure thought corrupted
submerges in the morass
that passes for brain
by William Nippress
Thoughts run gracelessly
Through my mind, stopping only
momentarily
by William Nippress
Sir Sexually
Frustrated, just bang your mom.
We've all hit it once.
by Submit
Placing illegal
bets on tennis equiptment.
Call it a racket.
by Censor sensor
god i love hockey
the only sport left where the
blacks don't dominate
by sexually frustrated (i love all the honky sports)
end racism now
everyone fuck everyone
till we're all light brown
by sexually frustrated
on her, in the last one
by sexually frustrated (my mind moves faster than my hands)
don't go down her
if it is just a hookup
aim shoot and then leave
by sexually frustrated
on your first snowball
make sure she swallows the load
i puked my first time
by sexually frustrated (just another helpful tip)
punch her in the head
during anal and she will
contract much harder
by sexually frustrated (the walking sex manual)
what flawless technique
handles my rod like a pro
i think i'm in love
by sexually frustrated
okie noodling
bunch of bubbas with big fish
oops...watch your fingers
by Bob Jones, Esq. (with help from Pete) of El Armpito, Tx (vegas for weekend...)
the life force takes hold
preserve the species or die
a slave to my cock
by sexually frustrated
if you're offended
that's your problem and not mine
grow some thicker skin
by sexually frustrated
everyone hates me
do you think i come on here
to try and make friends
by sexually frustrated with political correctness
The puller pulls the
pulled puller who rests after
pulling the puller
by William Nippress
If stupidity
was a virtue, the whole world
qualifies at times
by William Nippress
Full of happiness
A paper thickness away
Ruin awaits you
by William Nippress
How green my world is
Buds bursting all around me
Part of life at last
by William Nippress
That's my que to leave,
All my homies keep it real,
Love to my cuddies.
by Something Rosie
