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THIS IS TOP SECRET! FOR BEATNIKS ONLY! This is a new thing i like to call Your Best Poetry! I will be hiring 10 staff members! The ones who want to become a part of the staff will impress me with their best poetry! The top 10 will then be assigned ranks! 1Grand Admiral of Poetry-Me 2Assisant Grand Admiral-has all powers of the Grand Admiral

3Poetry Captain-Ability to tell ppl to stop posting nicely, 4Poetry Liteuant-Ability to stop ppl from spamming, 5Poetry Private-Keeps track of what goes on in thread, 6Poetry Secretary-Keeps track of mean and hurtful+ gross Poetry and ability to get Affy to kick ppl out, And the rest of the ranks are Poetry Noob which has the ability to get the Grand Admiral or any staff member from rank Poetry Secretary and up whenever needed. There you go! Now try and get to be in the top 10 with Your Best Poetry!

Nothing more and nothing less:

Strolling along through the void of existence that we name: "Reality".
Where nothing makes sense, if you can't make it make sense. what REALLY contributes to this reality that we think is standard? Liar!
Don't you just love being lost like this? Being nothing more and nothing less? Grapefruit could be the answer to all our lies and beliefs, seeing as there are probabilities that we are living within a cell, just trying to survive. Do the inhabitants have any idea that they have failed their grounds before they even came to exist?
Anything is possible if we want it enough. That is, if you can understand how to want something so much that even the course of time can not hold it from you. To want something so bad that you get it as is. Nothing more and nothing less. No lies attached.
I have figured out this heavenly secret through millions of years of thought.
Now, come stroll with me, so that I can teach and entertain.

The Joy of Murder:

Together we shall fall, through this night of eternity,
No more remorse, no more pain is what's in store for you and me.
The sky shall burn in thy wretched face,
We so long for the killing of the dominant race.

Side by side they shall fall to the ground,
and there is no one left to help them up.
All has been killed, there is nothing left,
You can scrape through the ashes for that someone saved.

The blood in the streets is a sign of relief,
'nd the Heathens is extinct is what i believe.
The Joy Murder can bring is devastating to most,
but I cant complain now that the Heathens is lost.

Put down your guns, put down your bombs
for the light in the sky is turning blue again.

Happy we go home to rest for the night
'Coz tomorrow at dawn, its the N****** we fight!

I know Ill Know:

Today, at last Im not alone,
sharing the world with people unknown
Maybe I will find you, my love
walking through that door.

[chorus]
when i see you
when i feel you
i know ill know

i wont open my eyes to anyone
till i see you staring back at me.
your pretty face i know ill know
just looking at you will free my soul.

[chorus]

everyday the wait goes on
i see you in my mind, i have you in my dreams.
if the sentance is life without you
then you must come and set me free.

ill look for you through time itself,
Coz your pretty face, I know ill know.

OOPS!!! My bad it looks like MANTIS HAS OBTAINED THE POSISTION OF ASSIANT GRAND ADMIRAL!!

What is this i dont even-




-Open your eye and you will see-

1:1 ratio

My mind suffers. I feel like I'm walking over to the asylum everyday.
I cant really express the feeling of this solitude that I am darned to go through.
Not because I am indifferently different , or more correct, choose to be, but because I see life differently than the stereotypical, hypocritical John on the bus. I hope.
Try making friends when you feel that people can not communicate with you on an intellectual level. Are their brains not functioning properly? Do they choose to be so dull-witted?
Again, I feel like Im morphing into a sole crazy soul. Im no addict, well... maybe a bit of an addict. Rather put it in proper terms, Ive developed an addiction to learn. I want to understand more. I dont feel fit enough to live with myself. Give my something that will actually end. A challenge. No more measly petty trivias.
Regrettably we have to live in this time capsule.

The boundaries of time limit me to reach my full potential.
Maybe, just maybe, I have to figure out how to deceive time.
Just imagine, a multi colored luminescent stream of eternal knowledge will spurt instantly into the new found world, schooling the imbecilic and enhancing the shrewd.
Dont you Want to live here with me?

a three line poem
with a crazy syllable
count five, seven, five

I am not the best at it at all! But i do try! :)

So hows this? i done it a while ago...

https://www.urbaniacs.com/chronicles/?issue_id=138

The traffic in George Street is banked up for half a mile
and drained of motion. The crowds are edgy with talk
and more crowds come hurrying. Many run in the back streets
which minutes ago were busy main streets, pointing:
There's a fellow weeping down there. No one can stop him.

The shortest poem I ever wrote

My grandmother is a fighter,
But her last war was tough.
It brought her too much pain,
But she never gave up.

(dedicated to my grandma)

Am sort of in a state where one would say"he's in the fence"
Am torn in between..living indifferently and keeping defence
But still I push them aside feeling its not the real sense
Now am stronger more than ever keeping it as a lived tense..

chris sucks as an owner... I bet he has to take out a loaner..

Thought is would be too tacky to write boner.. ha ha

that was the best poem EVER

thx

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