I guess it's time for me to redo this page. I'm not the same writer that I used to be. In fact, I really don't write at all... Anyways I'm just editing this for anyone that happens across my page. Um everything here is pretty old but I don't know it's good. Even though it's all super emo it reminds me of a more fun time. And as a warning the new poems I have managed to somehow write aren't as good as my old ones, well that's my opinion anways. Ok kids go read some poor sad poetry
Check ma homies yo! (I'm not really even sure if these people even have the same names but oh well)
Yamataru
Lucian Valcor(cuz Turttle's so cool he changed his name AGAIN)
Calvin Therapy
EmBeRs
stuttercut
Paper Wings
I found this random poem when i was looking at pictures of graffiti and for some reason i really liked it. I don't know i like how it ends
Noah Tysick--'more than graffiti'
i’d write this for you, but i
cannot. you love to be touched
--massaged in cliche;painted
like a porno. my word
are the wool that cover a
t-shirt that smells of sweat
and sex, giving you
my best, you’re
a toucher, a feeler, a god-
damned potato peeler—
what what about words?
i’d paint your walls with
more than graffiti—you
need me to say these things,
bring you my buckets of
sacramental wine. it’s time
you stop and read the
writing on the wall. it’s all
i have.
still though,
even though,
even so—i keep writing to
you in my worst verse—rolling
my words like clay in the first
grade when i could only make
snakes—snakes so long they
would break when i tried to
pick them up.
Check ma homies yo! (I'm not really even sure if these people even have the same names but oh well)
Yamataru
Lucian Valcor(cuz Turttle's so cool he changed his name AGAIN)
Calvin Therapy
EmBeRs
stuttercut
Paper Wings
I found this random poem when i was looking at pictures of graffiti and for some reason i really liked it. I don't know i like how it ends
Noah Tysick--'more than graffiti'
i’d write this for you, but i
cannot. you love to be touched
--massaged in cliche;painted
like a porno. my word
are the wool that cover a
t-shirt that smells of sweat
and sex, giving you
my best, you’re
a toucher, a feeler, a god-
damned potato peeler—
what what about words?
i’d paint your walls with
more than graffiti—you
need me to say these things,
bring you my buckets of
sacramental wine. it’s time
you stop and read the
writing on the wall. it’s all
i have.
still though,
even though,
even so—i keep writing to
you in my worst verse—rolling
my words like clay in the first
grade when i could only make
snakes—snakes so long they
would break when i tried to
pick them up.
- Last seen on Sep 30 10:24 PM. Member since July 27, 2005.
- I'm a tigereye texture poet for 1,203 comments.
- I am a 20 year old girl from Colorado (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm wishing I could write.
- I am in the groups All Metal
- I have 1,203 comments, 1 contest, 13 columns, 132 poems, 3 stories
My Poetry
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44 lines, June 17. In Personal
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40 lines, February 27. In Personal
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24 lines, 1 comment, June 8, 2008. In Personal
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51 lines, 3 comments, April 11, 2008
My Stories
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I think she just collapsed on the floor and laid there ‘till her tweaker’s twitches gave out along with her heart. I think she died right there on the floor, I’m not sure415 lines, 13 comments, February 4, 2006. In <200 lines, Other
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Prologue
A vampire standing in a church. Maybe an unusual sight, but not for this one. A small grin flitted across his pale, flawless face. He ran a white -
The acrid smell of cigarettes hung in the air, tinged with the scent of alcohol and open whiskey bottles. Boxes were stacked in corners along with piles of clothing tossed asid
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Lucian Valcor on March 21, 2008i dunno what happened but havent heard from you in forever.... hope to hear from you some time or at least let me know your ok
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Lucian Valcor on March 17, 2007i guess you have forgotton about the turtle dude.... its all good homie i guess ill see you around or some thing ... thought you said you would never forget about your friends ?
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SixtySevenMustang on September 23, 2006I come here often to show love to your pae cuz I miss talking to you.
That's why I come.
And yes, I come here often. I like the songs that you put up.
♥
Kat
