OMG! I totally wrote a poemy

Started by Sparkleface, Apr 20 07 12:32

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Sparkleface

Plywood assanated my father! =C *Sob*

  But I barred the house so the plywood can't get it!!!

  *Prolonged Gasp*

  Oh noes! I used plywood to bar up my house from the plywood!..Now I'm surrounded!

          On a side note the spinny things at the park are fun!  *weeee*=D
Oh Hai.=3

Sparkleface

Devil wrote:
Sparkleface wrote:
I'm on sunshine and LOVE  baaawhahahahahahhaha~!~~~~



Oh noes! The plywood is attacking meh!! arghhhhhhhhh



Plywood= evil

 
 LOL! Hey! This came from Sparkleface!  

 

 *Gasp* My name is sparkleface!


 
Oh Hai.=3

Devil

Wait till Sawdust hears about that!

Sparkleface

Devil wrote:
 Wait till Sawdust hears about that!

    Nooooes! He'll never find out....

  No, I can't run anymore..I must fight the plywood!!! Yes, I will fight it!!      
 
Oh Hai.=3

Sawdust

Sparkelface wrote:

No, I can't run anymore..I must fight the plywood!!! Yes, I will fight it!!

  Don't fight it. Plywood (or any other wood for that matter) is your Friend!
The early bird may get the worm, but it's the second mouse that gets the cheese.

Sparkleface

Sawdust wrote:
 Sparkelface wrote:

No, I can't run anymore..I must fight the plywood!!! Yes, I will fight it!!

  Don't fight it. Plywood (or any other wood for that matter) is your Friend!

    Noooo. It killed my father! It's evvvil. I must defeat it!
 
Oh Hai.=3

Sawdust

Ok, if you must kill it at least use a sharp blade and a straightedge.
The early bird may get the worm, but it's the second mouse that gets the cheese.

Sparkleface

Sawdust wrote:
 Ok, if you must kill it at least use a sharp blade and a straightedge.[/DIV]
 I didn't need to after all.=P I just threw a shiny coin out the window and the plywood chased after it.=D hee hee I win.^^^^^^

  Well I better go, my sexyness anime is coming on.^^^^^^^^^^ Later!!!!
Oh Hai.=3

Damaged Mind

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The smell of a toilet
reminds me of you
 

Irwin Corey

Quite the jolly fellow, our friend Mr Mind here ^^^

  Anyway sparkles, I'm glad everything worked out ok for you  with the plywood and all.:)

  Please keep me in the loop ok?

Sparkleface

Irwin Corey wrote:
 Quite the jolly fellow, our friend Mr Mind here ^^^

  Anyway sparkles, I'm glad everything worked out ok for you  with the plywood and all.:)

  Please keep me in the loop ok?[/DIV]
 Sure thing!=P Ha, I was really hyper yesterday. ^^^^^^^ That happens alot, But I swear It's all natural.=P Lol.^^^^^^
Oh Hai.=3

Gopher

To The Unknown

  Shall you and I no more exist, and we

Be one - one breath, one blood, one body,

Bone of bone,

One mind, one soul, one cell, one entity -

One being born to be no more alone?

  .....Gopher....  
A fool's paradise is better than none.

Sycamore

Sunset I & II by Margaret Atwood

I

This is a different beach,
grudging & thin.  Behind, the standard
industrial detritus.  In fron the generous
gasping sea, which flops against the shore
like a stranded flounder.
Tonight there's no crescendo
in the sun either, no brilliant red
catastrophes, no slashed
jugulars; merely a smudged egg.

We walk in our boots, too chilled
for skin on the sand, which is anyway
smeared with grease and littered
with exhausted lunches and clumps of torn-out
hair.  There's a seagull,
avarice in its yellow
eye.  It would like us face down
in the ebbtide.  I hold your hand, which probably
detaches at the wrist.  Heat theory states
I'll soon be as cold as you.  Plato
has a lot to answer for.

I'd take you where
I'm going, but you won't come,
you're snowbound & numb & neatly
ordered.  No remedy, drop everything,
wade into the illegal
greying sea, with its dirty
sacred water and its taste of dissolving metal,
which is nearly dead but still trying,
which is not ethical.

II

Sunset, now that we're finally in it
is not what we thought.

Did you expect this violet black
soft edge to outer space, fragile as blown ash
and shuddering like oil, or the reddish
orange that flows into
your lungs and through your fingers?
The waves smooth mouthpink light
over your eyes, fold after fold.
This is the sun you breathe in,
pale blue.  Did you
expect it to be this warm?

One more goodbye,
sentimental as they all are.
The far west recedes from us
like a mauve postcard of itself
and dissolves into the sea.

Now there's a moon,
an irony.  We walk
north towards no home,
joined at the hand.

I'll love you forever,
I can't stop time.

This is you on my skin somewhere
in the form of sand.

Sycamore

Correction on line 3 of Sunset I

in *front

P.C.

Hi Sycamore....as a member you can correct your own posts.  (not that I'm suggesting that you should.....just letting you know that you can)

  On the right side is a link that says  modify.....that will take your post to a new screen to edit.
Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

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