blew it yet again
just to keep you on your toes
ennui ? pas du tout
by ash
ennui ? pas moi
feel that humidity rise
summer's a-coming
by ash
unexpectedly
freshening winds of change blow
and the world is turned
by ash
saunter blindly as
puppets tied to many strings
are we all but sheep?
by Anonymous Poet
gripped by daft passion
sometimes my heart feels too much
sleep will never come
by anonymous of inadazedstateomind
How you doing Ash
A fellow Sydney sider
As bored as I am
by hhtigerlily
turn the rusty knob
am i ready to reveal?
open my souls door
by jasper of inasmogfilledhaven
Glad the power's back!
Only one thing is missing.
Where are you Sheena?
by frenchy
A brain in a vat?
Why then, this intricate vat...
Slowly Killing Me?
by eob1kanobi
My own Universe...
Of which you all are apart...
Exists in my Head.
by eob1kanobi
Can not be Defined?
God is a Social-Science...
Science is a God?
by eob1kanobi of Humboldt
My curious flake
Spontaneous companion
Why value reason
by Janis
Impulsive logic
The agressive underdog
Jupiter barren
by Janis
Summer opinion
tolerant philosopher
this eternal high
by Janis
What happened you ask?
Site down for many hours
Bad Power Failure
by Janis
oh!u fuckin men
of dull minds and little wit
leave me fuckin be
drinking of knowledge:
fill my rotting dried up mind
u who mentors me
by jasper
mind never at ease
pass me the bottle u punk
sweet serenity
by jasper of lostintime
What the hell happened?
Tons of posts , then nothing.
Where's all the humor?
by frenchy
asleep on my lap
completely limp and relaxed
warming my belly
by ash
saturated air
gentle persistent patter
intoxicating
by ash
building excitement
a hand job in florida
gives head to the states
by ash
realisation
festering protoplasm
curse mortality
by ash
tropical showers
indigo jacaranda
distant horizons
by ash
hibernating acorns sleep
while squirrel's heart
beats wildly,bursting
by jersey george
shot myself in eye
avoid looking at penis
while masturbating
by evil twin of down under
Got soma on trip
Heading to Oak Land, that's south
When will he return
Don't whine little one
The Soma will return soon
Please bring potstickers!
by T-boner of Bedrock
It is quite a strech
to go from squishing the moths
to killing yourself.
by frenchy
Is it all that bad?
maybe you just need a friend?
I will volunteer...
by frenchy
Falling in the wind
a gust
of evergreen leaves.
by ronin
Hitodama de
yuku kisan ja
natsa no hara
by ronin
Tabi ni yande
Yume wa kareno o
Kakemeguru
by ronin
two Volvos collide
in Stop&Shop parking lot
no one is injured
by basho-moronicus of east
a brick for a buck
I bought them all and engraved
your number on each.
by basho-sowhat of optional
you wouldn't have a
Zippo handy wouldya? I
feel like torchin this.
by basho-de-luxe of no
I plumb the depths of life
oops I miss-spoke. Alas, the
depths of life plumb me.
by bashomatique of yes
butterfly ballots
fluttering in Florida
a new era dawns
by bashomatique of none
degrees fahrenheit
the temp of combustion
when it all burns down
by sheena
blah blah blah blah blah
self-assessed intelligence
by Anonymous Poet
blah blah blah blah blah
self-assessed intelligence
by Anonymous Poet
God really is dead.
no, i'm not an athiest
i never had "faith"
it seems evident
we've exchanged "god" for "science"
neither define me
by soma of onthewayaudi5gs
it doesn't make sense
it's not because i'm stupid
it's because i'm not
by ash
it is hard to see
the problem for most people
remains transparent
by ash
my education :
we're all dying by degrees
with or without them
by ash
T-boner's got it
an extreme case of boredom
or maybe rickets
He's no less a slave
except he can't inhale fumes
office glue will work
by soma of sdrawkcabssa
everyday i live,
i die a little bit more:
just treading water
self preservation
for the glory of Being
certainly unsure
by soma
it wasn't the moths
crunched carapaces aside-
why i suicide
is more a comment
on the universe at large
and my own troubles
by sheena
been there, done that T
wassamatta 'varsity
my alma mater!
by sheena
good point there ash
'bout fresh long johns, however
wasn't that last year?
by sheena
I like bad poems
they are more honest to me
than good commercials
by tapman
