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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    GivenToFly98 wrote:
    some people think dandilions are weeds, but.... who the hell decided tulips were so great?

    i happen to like dandelions.
    i am sure i've wrote about them before.
    a yellow bright flower against green bright grass just looks awesome.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • GivenToFly98
    GivenToFly98 Posts: 163
    chadwick wrote:
    i happen to like dandelions.
    i am sure i've wrote about them before.
    a yellow bright flower against green bright grass just looks awesome.
    lol i got that thing from Family Guy :D
    I admit it...what's to say......
    I'll relive it...without pain......
    Backstreet lover on the side of the road
    I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
    I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I play...
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i like rain..i like water, it's my favorite drink, add lemon..i like honey in hot tea and in oatmeal..i like the mist falling thru the trees as i hike around on some lost trail that hold me tight..i like standing under a waterfall's precious elegance where i taste her body flowing down my throat with wet feet, no cares..i like natural colors, green brown, blue's..i like the smell of the wind blowing across the seashore..i like my boots, socks, and boxers..i like the owl, what a fantastic bird..i like traveling thru time like a salamander..i like being the flower in your hair..i like it when i come home after being on the road for 2 or 3 weeks and i take a shower and sleep in my own bed that's not rolling down the freeway at 60 mph or climbing across the moon thru some lost mountain top on a cold winter night..i like it when i like it..
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    she's a sleeping angel like a hummingbird on a cloud








    (wake up before i throw a brick at you)
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    if i were a bowling ball i'd be your peanut-butter sandwich.
    remember that one night when the sun was in the backseat eating the moon?
    do you know why i am here under water next to your speakers?
    wouldn't it be nice to be a noise like the milky-way?
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    You are the meal for the fly.
    Your breath rots like flesh lost.
    Only one ice cube wears your heart.
    Your fingers taste like snakes.
    Hair from you is rusting death.
    These footsteps that you take carry you far, far you are nowhere.
    In nothingness your mind dwells in an abyss of cold soil's ending.
    Your flesh falls away from your bones and into your dry mouth.
    You can not be, you are not to be.
    Please leave this glass of water alone.
    My dreaming candle will burn you.
    My stereo smells like flowers on your tomb.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • #X.
    #X. Posts: 142
    In my dream, I cry, I fear,
    for my insanity. If I lose
    it, my verse called art
    will disappear.

    That who becomes taboo,
    will feed off the dead.
    A silent war, a hundred
    in a row.
    "The Poet is a madman lost in adventure."
    -Paul Verlaine-

    "With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
    -Edgar Poe-
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    and now my morning begins
    coffee cup warm
    my back hurts
    hair on my head is trashed
    my vision is not quite awake
    what would it be like to go back to bed awhile
    fuck off world im sleepin
    at least then i could dream of her
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Grapefruit juice, o grapefruit juice
    my halfarsed health endeavour
    Blanch this face, port puffed and puce
    and make it shine like leather.
    Make my body lean and tight
    as next year's Derby winner.
    Help me purge and help me shite,
    and make me five stones thinner.


    :D
  • harmless_little_f***
    harmless_little_f*** Posts: 8,005
    red tiles...
    peace..
    that would be nice
    What's for dinner?
    'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'

    - the great Sir Leo Harrison
  • harmless_little_f***
    harmless_little_f*** Posts: 8,005
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Grapefruit juice, o grapefruit juice
    my halfarsed health endeavour
    Blanch this face, port puffed and puce
    and make it shine like leather.
    Make my body lean and tight
    as next year's Derby winner.
    Help me purge and help me shite,
    and make me five stones thinner.


    :D

    Did you just fucking write that?

    Someone give him a medal. You even got all the metre right... you need to teach the poetry forum a lesson :D
    'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'

    - the great Sir Leo Harrison
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    harmless_little_f*** wrote:
    Did you just fucking write that?

    Someone give him a medal. You even got all the metre right... you need to teach the poetry forum a lesson :D


    There's a poetry forum on this board? :eek:

    :D
  • harmless_little_f***
    harmless_little_f*** Posts: 8,005
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    There's a poetry forum on this board? :eek:

    :D

    Actually no, at present it's an 'angst-ridden teenage journal entry forum,' but I'm planning on gathering the troups and unleashing a revolution on it..

    Game?
    'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'

    - the great Sir Leo Harrison
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Haha, you're on your own, mate.
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    harmless_little_f*** wrote:
    Actually no, at present it's an 'angst-ridden teenage journal entry forum,' but I'm planning on gathering the troups and unleashing a revolution on it..

    Game?


    i am almost offended, almost, not quite tho.
    is this a writers war?
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    chadwick wrote:
    i am almost offended, almost, not quite tho.
    is this a writers war?

    Not one I'd ever join. Writers should join in comradeship. The only people writers should fight are civil servants and bureaucrats, for it is penpushing that causes holocausts as much as military might. The machine wouldn't march without these minions, and it's often the role of the writer to single these out for special scorn.

    Those are my instant thoughts. :)
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Not one I'd ever join. Writers should join in comradeship. The only people writers should fight are civil servants and bureaucrats, for it is penpushing that causes holocausts as much as military might. The machine wouldn't march without these minions, and it's often the role of the writer to single these out for special scorn.

    Those are my instant thoughts. :)

    Well done, well said, and well lived.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • harmless_little_f***
    harmless_little_f*** Posts: 8,005
    chadwick wrote:
    i am almost offended, almost, not quite tho.
    is this a writers war?

    Did it sound like I was picking you out particularly? Why?

    :)
    'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'

    - the great Sir Leo Harrison
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    harmless_little_f*** wrote:
    Did it sound like I was picking you out particularly? Why?

    :)

    No Sir it didn't.
    All is fine here.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • harmless_little_f***
    harmless_little_f*** Posts: 8,005
    chadwick wrote:
    No Sir it didn't.
    All is fine here.

    Great :)
    'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'

    - the great Sir Leo Harrison
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