I won't try to explain my romantic situation.
I'm going to see my ex-girlfriend tonight though, and damned if I'm not always still attracted to her when I see her. She has a very, very nice body.
Here's a poem:
Hello, my name is Justin and I'm a wordaholic.
I've been riding under a covered wagon for 22 years
bound for Oregon Trails of Tears...
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I'm going to see my ex-girlfriend tonight though, and damned if I'm not always still attracted to her when I see her. She has a very, very nice body.
Here's a poem:
Hello, my name is Justin and I'm a wordaholic.
I've been riding under a covered wagon for 22 years
bound for Oregon Trails of Tears...
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Holy fucking crap.
I dunno how fantasy-land we were, because she's being tortorous and won't tell me, but Anna basically just implied that she'ld like me to move in with her in SC.
And moreover, I'm sorely tempted to go. School and such be damned.
Why shouldn't I go after what I want in life rather than following the track that is the conventional, standard,...
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I dunno how fantasy-land we were, because she's being tortorous and won't tell me, but Anna basically just implied that she'ld like me to move in with her in SC.
And moreover, I'm sorely tempted to go. School and such be damned.
Why shouldn't I go after what I want in life rather than following the track that is the conventional, standard,...
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kayla_:
songs:ohia *drool*
hippomonki:
updateyour journal!
hehe
any how you zebra wanting MF
i know i asked but what ever here is the link or you can visit my journal too
what ever!
all YOUR fault
E
hehe
any how you zebra wanting MF
i know i asked but what ever here is the link or you can visit my journal too
what ever!
all YOUR fault
E
Ode to Unheard Voices
This is a poem for the poems that will not be heard.
The epics that stretch the fibers of strands of hair
that stand erect on the back of listeners necks
flexing in time to the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat
of a rhythmic rhyme drum line
that still cannot stretch the plexiglass of time limits.
This is a...
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This is a poem for the poems that will not be heard.
The epics that stretch the fibers of strands of hair
that stand erect on the back of listeners necks
flexing in time to the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat
of a rhythmic rhyme drum line
that still cannot stretch the plexiglass of time limits.
This is a...
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Layered Voices
A voice in the back of my heads says
that no amount of crotch-grabbing,
no amount of staged sexual innuendo
no amount of pelvic thrust
no amount of fuckity fucking up my poem
will make me harmonize smoothly
with the slam chorus.
Its like a bunch of Greeks
in tragic masks are pointing fingers
singing operatic stanzas in four-four time
about the dying...
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A voice in the back of my heads says
that no amount of crotch-grabbing,
no amount of staged sexual innuendo
no amount of pelvic thrust
no amount of fuckity fucking up my poem
will make me harmonize smoothly
with the slam chorus.
Its like a bunch of Greeks
in tragic masks are pointing fingers
singing operatic stanzas in four-four time
about the dying...
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unknowntrigram:
I want a copy
hippomonki:
i have no words to tell you what that was
but i enjoyed it and now my head hurts but in that good way,
you really have a way of expressing your self
and of amazing me every time.
E
but i enjoyed it and now my head hurts but in that good way,
you really have a way of expressing your self
and of amazing me every time.
E
I won second place at the slam last night.
Go me!
Here's the revised version of the "I Want You" poem that I actually read
I Hope You're Not Vain If You Think This Poem is About You
I want you,
and not in that collared and chained
leashing up your life and leashing up your brain
kinda way.
I want you,
and not in...
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Go me!
Here's the revised version of the "I Want You" poem that I actually read
I Hope You're Not Vain If You Think This Poem is About You
I want you,
and not in that collared and chained
leashing up your life and leashing up your brain
kinda way.
I want you,
and not in...
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unknowntrigram:
that poem is awasome, but i dont know if it is entirely approprite to be writing poems about me yet man.
j/k
seriously thats an awasome poem
i'm glad you got 2nd place, but you were robbed.
j/k
seriously thats an awasome poem
i'm glad you got 2nd place, but you were robbed
.
grendel_kin:
nicely done, my six-sided rhyming friend.
First draft. Feel free to bash.
I want you,
and not in that dog and chain
leashing your life and your brain
kind of way.
I want you,
and not in that fucking you raw
until the morning light and then hopping the next
out-of-town-bound train
kind of way.
I want you,
and not in that marble and bronze
statued girlfried hanging
on my wall...
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I want you,
and not in that dog and chain
leashing your life and your brain
kind of way.
I want you,
and not in that fucking you raw
until the morning light and then hopping the next
out-of-town-bound train
kind of way.
I want you,
and not in that marble and bronze
statued girlfried hanging
on my wall...
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thefuckoffkid:
I don't know much about poetry but that's not half bad.
Keep out of trouble while I was gone?
Keep out of trouble while I was gone?
This is slightly... it's a bit avant garde. Something new I'm trying.
To His Coy Mistress (The Slam Poet Remix)
Had we but fuck enough, and Time,
This fuckness Lady were no fuck.
We would fuck down, and think which way
To fuck, and fuck our long fuck's Day.
Thou by the Indian fuck's fuck
Should'st Rubies fuck: I by the fuck
Of Humber would...
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To His Coy Mistress (The Slam Poet Remix)
Had we but fuck enough, and Time,
This fuckness Lady were no fuck.
We would fuck down, and think which way
To fuck, and fuck our long fuck's Day.
Thou by the Indian fuck's fuck
Should'st Rubies fuck: I by the fuck
Of Humber would...
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mrsmead:
Random Fuckin' Chicken!!!!!
Random Fuckin' Chicken!!!!!
krim:
don't you hate it when you express yourself in a profound way and all people can do is throw random chickens at you.
I mean at least make it a random monkey for christ sake
JK nice poem, i liked it
I mean at least make it a random monkey for christ sake
JK nice poem, i liked it
I Will Learn to Love the Smell of Communion Wafers in the Morning
A swirling tricklish whisper drip-drops into my aural lobes,
"Rant, ramble, and ridicule. Never let slip the three R's of slam."
I soaked the suggestion for a second and spewed a smarmy spit-take back,
"Dear Disembodied Voice, didn't you forget Repetition and Redundancy?
And naturally the expert-only Flying V of VOOOOOLLLLLLUUUUMMMMMEEE!!"
eyes...
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A swirling tricklish whisper drip-drops into my aural lobes,
"Rant, ramble, and ridicule. Never let slip the three R's of slam."
I soaked the suggestion for a second and spewed a smarmy spit-take back,
"Dear Disembodied Voice, didn't you forget Repetition and Redundancy?
And naturally the expert-only Flying V of VOOOOOLLLLLLUUUUMMMMMEEE!!"
eyes...
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arrington1279:
Slam loses a touch of its verve when read rather than recited. From what I've read, it's better than 90% of the Orlando stylists.
unknowntrigram:
meanings? make mine a double. and keep 'em comin.
Tonight I have a date with Vampires and Werewolves.
unknowntrigram:
underworld? or a whitewolf LARP party?
mattthegoon:
i have a feeling that i am going to have to wait until dvd to see it.
I think that I officially resign myself to lurking for a while.
Stirring up discussion has proved to be a relatively unfruitful and somewhat frustrating act. It seems somewhat inevitable that ego, stubborness, and other related bad things will tend to get in the way of two people sitting down and just *talking* about something.
That's what I love, in my heart of hearts.
mikhaill:...
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Stirring up discussion has proved to be a relatively unfruitful and somewhat frustrating act. It seems somewhat inevitable that ego, stubborness, and other related bad things will tend to get in the way of two people sitting down and just *talking* about something.
That's what I love, in my heart of hearts.
mikhaill:...
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stwar:
Well it's understandable but don't go a lurkin' - you asked a fascinating question which as you pointed out to me did get some kind of answer. (How many threads get to 14 pages, even if much of it was acrimony)?
I just think it would be a shame, that's all.
Vonnegut is a God though, (even though he often bugs the hell out of me), but his writing is so intelligent & humanistic I always forgive him.
I just think it would be a shame, that's all.
Vonnegut is a God though, (even though he often bugs the hell out of me), but his writing is so intelligent & humanistic I always forgive him.
evildesade:
Tired of letting EvilDeSade muscle you around in conversations? LOL JK
-The Marquis
-The Marquis
i just about died when i read :
the supple strokable spine of that
black leather coated lady known as
the New Oxford Unabridged
and all those voluptuous words in her cavities.
Words that I want to fuck and suck,
beat and batter, rape and ravage,
lick and stick where they don't belong.
Words written in blood on tile walls about the most sick and twisted fantasies
of serial killers sleeping in stacks of bloody, soiled panties
thank goodness for this towel, my brain hurts and now i need a ciggarette, and that's horrible when you don't even smoke
If you need a shoulder to lean on, I am definitely here.