AWWWW

[Anonymous]

Your my poem

my inspiration



You fill my day

dreams

with burning

desire



In the stillness

of the night

I seek you out



Your my refuge

in the storm



The beat of my

heart

without you

I would not be.

Heather burns

[Anonymous]

The mysteries

of you entice

me to search

deeper into

your existence



You haunt my

daydreams with

your unknown



I phantom you

into reality.

Heather burns

[Anonymous]

Your smile



captured my attention



slowly embroidered your name



upon my heart



filling a vacancy.

Heather burns

[Anonymous]

She is a small yellow flame,

She does not fear! You dry wind of rules mortal!

From your unknown valleys of culture

As you come with chain to bound



The purity within is enough

Her beauty is when she wears her orange silk

Heart ignites in blue and white

She just sits there and spreads the light

Not bothered about what comes next



Oh You! The self-imposed holy wind

You touch her not!

Come if you are bold enough!

We, thousand brothers with crossed hands,

Protecting her till we fall!



If you succeed breaking us into pieces

And if you could make her fall,

Remember!

She'll pass the fire to others,

And a thousand candles will be lit,

To tear off your darkness,

Then you'll be weightless!

And you'll be vanished into space!

She is not alone!

You dont want to be burned, do you?

Magic Box

[Anonymous]

Submitted By: Reggie

There once was a man named Eugeene,

Who built a masturbation machine,

The damned thing broke

On the 14th stroke,

And whipped his balls to a cream.

[Anonymous]

Submitted By: sausage sid

There was a young man from Sheet

Who liked to suck on his feet

He'd like to do Fergie

But her feet had the lergie

Because she'd had the entire fleet

[Anonymous]

I phantom you

into reality.

that is a very good line Heather

[Anonymous]

^^Like talking to yourself do ya?

[Anonymous]

^^Like talking to yourself do ya?

i enjoy many things thanks for stopping bye

[Anonymous]

^^Like talking to yourself do ya?

i enjoy many things thanks for stopping bye

You are more than welcome to post whatever you want and if Shen Li doesn't like it that is her problem.

[Anonymous]

^^Like talking to yourself do ya?

i enjoy many things thanks for stopping bye

You are more than welcome to post whatever you want and if Shen Li doesn't like it that is her problem.

 :toung:

[Anonymous]

The Tongue



  by Chris Martin   

for Ben Estes

So taste

as day

rearranges the red

and orange flowers

from tongue to tongue

like losing the cymbal's

clang for all its glints

we crept behind the moon

which always insists on sleeping over

barely a belly for a mouth

an hour past the movie

we were still filming

the way food fills

each curving lapse

between your teeth

or song

in sheets

against the windshield

no one believes

air is the enemy

so don't be afraid

to breathe all this speech

someone already died to say

the moon is on the couch

so we climb onto the roof

where our bellies swell open

to slosh and go flowers

red and orange flowers

hairy and pink-stemmed

like champagne flutes

we always overuse

everything that

happens happens

wrong if not

by tongue's might

in the little time

left before sun drives

all the workers into work

all the workers into work



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[Anonymous]

Nuff said Renee. You two are right and I agree. Fucking hard to bite my tongue sometimes though.







worthy of a double post wtg.

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