I've had fantasies
of beating the class snob
into a bloody pulp
by bs
censors exist to
limit the competition
because hell is too
lazy to use real demons
to do their work so they
use failed art professors
and failed poets such
as some of the contributors
here..
by bs
i like chocolate pie.
don't forget the whipped cream spray
spray it on my tounge
by shutyourmouthorelseiwillkillyou!!!!yay!!!!! of alcatraz
i liketo eat stuff-
isn't that so horrible?
i wish i was dead.
by Clothbob Lollipoppants of bikini bottoms shore, rhode island, usa, north america, western hemisphere, earth, solar system, milky way, the universe.
Zombies on the prowl
drinking blood and chewing flesh
People taste so good
by Someone with a name of a location
oh here we are today.
giving our stomachs turkey.
perhaps I shall barf.
by Mrs.portatotrousers of FairyLand
Barcelona soon
Gaudi, dali and Tango
And some warm sunshine
by Tisme
tits splendor mein kampf
male breast reduction, seraf
holy host the most
by Lush
cast not spoiled fluid
yeoman failure, lame druid
i shit myself, dash
by Lush
reflexive horror
jump outside that shit, borer.
derivative shame
by Lush
give me steam and we
might get tea, espresso or
just scalded by heat
by bs
well it's the day we
eat turkey and are in trad
stuffed as they once were
by bs
mind saturation
eggs on top of my pancakes
u try not to think
by tomorrow youwill want french toast
Flatulating girl
You have found the perfect man.
SF, she must know.
by nombre
that's the best all week
i really do like those two
personality
by well they r fun
cough cough, sputter, gag
yes winter is here, out with wine
in with the flu meds
by bs
she farts in the car
i pretend not to notice
but it turns me on
by sf
restaurant at noon
somebody sneezes nearby
snot on my sandwich
by jim of california
I wonder if some
folks on here as they write hit
themselves in the head
with their poetry...
bad syllable...BAD BAD!
I hate my syllable...AHHHH...cry
by bs of satan a vain creature hates laughter
whiskey transfusion
wild flower feels one with world
pressed close whispering
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
aborted fetus
you are unloved, unwanted
a death mcnugget
by sf
That one made me laugh.
There should be more humorous
poetry on here.
by snail
I wonder what a
vogon haiku would sound like
floomph melodrumpries
by bs
Desire for all things
A woman a car a boat
A power syndrome
by Tisme
breath of fire's flight
stomache out, coals kiss remains
the dragon has fucked
by one for art s sake
turn down the ringing
that you have rung in my ears
shit..I'm not barkin'!!!
by sparky
it refused to say
what I wanted it to mean
bad!!bad!! BAD!! haiku
by 13tease
last but not least love
some say this and it means crap
you first babe..you said
by so far..still here.. aches/pains glories nutcrackers
is it time for bed
my head aches my tummy turns
cause: sleepaway camp
by return to..SIC MOVIE
mad about my flu
but i can only manage
one flaring nostril
by jim of california
rusty balls again
better find some lubricant
i am iron man
by jim of california
the sex is not quite
the end in itself but the
ends to a means, love
by bs
animal feelings
are comingled with the big brain
and out comes the crunk
by bs
committed to filth
she excretes upon my chest
i have found true love
by sf of the church of puking and crying
committed to filth
she excretes upon my chest
i have found true love
by sf of the church of puking and crying
having read Ash's
Sorry to lower the tone
With my "Base" last one
by Tisme
Man worships woman
For her femininity
Sensuality
Not just for her looks
"For the giving of herself"
In body and mind
by Tisme
call me converted
let me kneel at your altar
and eat your body
by ash
I thought that sex was
a form of worship, at least
in symbolic ways.
by snail
love's a paradox
the sacred and the profane
less worship, more sex
by ash
don't constrict yourself
big women must be cherished
let it all hang out
by sf of i want you to smother me
Strained movements, torture
girdle, I sold out to my
superficial fears.
by I cannot breathe
well what one hopes for
in unity with the soul
mate is the end to this...
frus...tra..tion...
by Anonymous Poet
wanna be alex
delarges, would love to run
a clockwork lemon
by bs
the feelings of passion
are universal and shared
on some level by all
by bs
and why do you think
I mention henry miller
each time I see this...stuff
by bs
i'll come to your room
we can listen to sad songs
we'll cry and make love
by sf of a typical date for me
I never think to
leave my room unless someone
else offers reasons.
by snail of isolation
two times two is five
and that is why i am not
working at NASA
by jim of california
the wind gets bored too
the job at hand, comes easy
throws the leaf for fun
by whoooowheeeeeeeeee
