05-05-2014, 01:12 PM
Just for you Sandra, I made a pome from some first lines of the Newly Registered forum. I may be evil, but I cut and paste with the best of 'em:
This poem is just for you
We are told to be
The slow descent into insanity.
The maggots raised inside the flesh
It's terrible. The Itch.
I'm worrying
What if my skull was full of hot air
Cold were those nights of fall
If I gave my heart a paintbrush
Why build you here
The Eyes see without seeing
Confusing melancholy
The trees are on fire again
It's another evening, turning into night,
We were lovers
Engaging in the excrement of dark shadows
Trapped in my own stream of consciousness,
I see it all around me
Come by my side friend
Don't blame God
The devil’s pulse is the heartbeat of happiness
Kickboxing again
This poem is just for you
We are told to be
The slow descent into insanity.
The maggots raised inside the flesh
It's terrible. The Itch.
I'm worrying
What if my skull was full of hot air
Cold were those nights of fall
If I gave my heart a paintbrush
Why build you here
The Eyes see without seeing
Confusing melancholy
The trees are on fire again
It's another evening, turning into night,
We were lovers
Engaging in the excrement of dark shadows
Trapped in my own stream of consciousness,
I see it all around me
Come by my side friend
Don't blame God
The devil’s pulse is the heartbeat of happiness
Kickboxing again
It could be worse