Earth plays yet smoke works.
A lemon fears poetry.
The vampires loiter.
by Anonymous Poet
i wrote all of that
i am so responsible
you are just so lame
by ash
Walking hatred falls.
The knights catch slickly fair snow.
Stars break for clouds sing.
by Anonymous Poet
Jungles clash lemons.
Quietly, papers carouse.
Asses hate judges.
by Anonymous Poet
The lakes clash the mouths.
Hands retire and short girls wake.
Cold clashes landscapes.
by Anonymous Poet
how very fishy
a stinky assistant
my grandma has
a cock bigger than
my pussy!
by (s)mellie
A petal flutters.
The plundered triumphs carouse.
Cities plunder ice.
by Anonymous Poet
unoriginal
totally uninspiring
and as always, lame
by anonymous critic
how very helpful
a lexicon assistant
grandma has a cock
by mellie
The pianos walk.
Truth strokes heat then the fish work.
Fragrant, short smoke sings.
by Anonymous Poet of NULL
Stanzas bend arrows.
Fish cruelly love wisdom.
Towers leave a pear.
by Anonymous Poet of NULL
"The FDA, due to the current state of their regulations, has taken the position that virtually all shipments of prescription drugs imported from a Canadian pharmacy by a U.S. consumer will violate the law."
by ash
this is the one i really like
though..
www.hotnastygayass.com
by ash
the world is sticky
the change of seasons is near
it's summer coming
by ash
i guess you meant wrath
but premature as you are
rath's appropriate
by lexicon assistant
count your syllables
after all, what's in a name
when the content's lame
by ash
This site is starting to suck,
Because of the ash imposter
I guess if your life is so boring
Being someone else is better
by outta here
foggy morning, nasty sky
one tough of writeing haiku
he neve knew of http://ujas.org
by jizz
maybe he's asleep
or just talking to himself
i hope he stays there
by ash
sadly impotent
you who has such great power
can't manage hotlinks
by ash
eyes front, soldier boy
Attention Private Nippress
stop fondling your gun
by 21st Michigan Infantry
Water engulfs me
Soft encompassing wetness
Sound vanished calm
Water bears away
Thoughts turn to life absolute
Refreshing feelings
Rise up and stand tall
With eyes seeing creation
Resolve not to lose
Determined go
Forward with woes departed
Life
by William Nippress
your bold buns of steel
your magnificent manhood
you're still just as lame
by ash
i capitulate
dominant zabadooey
i want your love child
by ash
dull repetition
is the saddest form of lame
and you've got it bad
by ash
how appropriate
for someone as bright as you
la
by sensei
If Santa was black
He would have a black bag too.
To carry his stuff in...
and also have black shoes.
His reindeer would be brothas,
With gold teeth
and they would slap around they
ho's when they needed it.
by ash
this is the one i really like
though..
www.hotnastygayass.com
by ash
i am the greatest
no, even greater than that
wait, no, even more.....
by ash
which one is myself ?
which one needs medication ?
um yep, the lame one
by ash
that's entertainment
so many aliases
and all of them lame
by ash
waste of electrons
instead of inspiration
we get that lame guy
by ash
yawn..... ho hummmm... what's new ?
oh, nothing much you can see
i wrote some haiku
by ash
www.smellmyfinger.com
by Anonymous Poet
www.ballsitchbad.com
by Anonymous Poet
www.hotnastygayass.com
by Anonymous Poet
I miei occhi sono bruciati, io non possono vedere, io non possono parlare, io non sono liberi. Ho perso la mia udienza, suono e tutti, non posso sentirsi, io sono una parete. Non posso sentire l'odore di, un germoglio del fiore, non posso toccare, una torta di fango. I miei sensi andati, Im andato da solo, non ho pelle, io non ho ossa.
by ASH
Ich bin von, wo der rote Schmutz den gr
by German Ash-hole
If Santa was black
He would have a black bag too.
To carry his stuff in...
and also have black shoes.
His reindeer would be brothas,
With gold teeth
and they would slap around they
ho's when they needed it.
by Ash (making black jokes)
I am from where the red dirt meets the green jungle
The mangoes are plucked ripe off the trees
The juice runs clear down my chin
I am from the dark secrets carried in the bowels of slave ships
The rhythm of the Atlantic pushes us towards our destiny
I am from backs burnt from chopping cane
Ebony skin shines reflecting my beauty
I am from the place where palm trees whisper their stories
Nestled between their embraces my ears strain for their wisdom
Now, I am from the brownstones and basketball courts
Where baggy jeans and Timberlands are the standard uniform
I am from where bodegas are on every corner
Coronas are sipped, straw hats are worn, and dominoes are slammed
I am from a little seed that grew into an entire legacy
by Morola Adjibodou
Have some respect for the Vietnam Vet for
they are our fathers and friends
They didn't want to go, they didn't even
know the meaning of life or death.
I am the son of an M-16 gun of agent orange and napalm gel
The children whine.......will my daddy come
home, will we ever see him again.....?
Or will we hear from his friend how he came to
a tragic end.....
NO, never again, don't let this happen ever
again...
by Some Dumb Redneck of Arkansas
Old boats set wonder.
Summer offers eagerness.
Kindly huge cats wake.
by ZABADOOEY of Hell
abstain
from chain
smokaing
by cig of please
cum stain . part trois
by ash
cum stain . part deux
by ash
