You pooped
And the world came out
And now we're all dead

Amother Poem

oh umm mom

will you raise me?

will you help me raise this poem?

will you help me build this blanket car?

my pillow car needs many your dust buster.

mom, walk around naked.

mom, mom date and live with men who eat lots of beer

mom because i then get to live with them too.

and little benjamin, robert,

babies luke and nicholas

get randy to tear their shirt up

in the back of a big yellow truck.

big truck.

hey mom, you should

probably

date a man who will not let me

in his house,

which is currently my house,

between eleven a m

and four p m.

and also,

can we live in becky's apartment?

i know she's just your friend,

but i want to be in recliners and couches and also floors.

no mom, we should probably go back

to R

because one time i was watching d b z

in the trailer and r

wanted to say something and i

only heard tv and he throws things toward me.

did you know

that i had a friend who helped me drown

by chaining a rock to my hands

and sink?

mom, can we just go back

to his house?

hey r, lay in bed.

it's ok if you throw those wet tissues on

the ground

i can pick them up for you.

mom,

too bad some fags can stop drunking

it's good that you left him.

i need a man to prove to you

that he is the man.

because

if he can drink

more than you. and if he can hit

more than you

hey mom, fuck [grand]parents

for thinking that gary shouldn't be

able to bruise.

i bet i can drink more than him

more than you.

i hope

the beer tasted better

than that baby you didn't have.

Love....The McRib

God: "I love this commercial for the McRib."

Matt: "White song was so appropriate. Makes me wanna dance around and eat."

McDonalds, lol.

Anyone else: "Feel good, or like McRibs, or believe in love."

lol, "peace"

from this one: http://seattle.craigslist.org/skc/rnr/2083037411.html

Gave You(?) Flowers at Goodwill

"I gave you paper flowers at the glass counter at the 38th st Goodwill Monday evening, I hope."

"You didn't."

Get embarrassed.

"You r a ware of my past, I made a mistake!" you enraptured.

Me, when I saw you: "I'd love to get together your............."

So sexy beautiful, the flowers were yellow

tulips.

made from this craigslist missed connection: http://seattle.craigslist.org/tac/mis/2086773144.html

and discovery of nothing
that
matters
because
of
screens

need

I want a
Karl Marx
Chia pet

mnmna

The
member
of
menomena
that
believes
in ghosts...

breakfast at jeffery's

I am eat oatmeal

as a person, I am one who

eats some jelly sandwich

and things like sausages

maybe also some eggs as well

I like to be one who eats compilations

of peanutte buttere

and there's always pizzas coming

over and I'm eating them too

oohh the foods that you eat when

I lived in the big city

whose birds?

oh look at them birds

flyin around like all those birds

who who

who

who eats birds?

I know cats eat some small birds

I sure as much don't eat those

maybe if they make small birds into big birds

they're not my birds

not my dinner

not brunch either.

Loaf Poem by Rosie and Jared

You need the bread

You need the toast

You knead the dough

to make the loaf

Dog suburbs

A dog, a dog
it may ride a bus
a subway
rides to its destination
find a place it likes
and exit the bus
the train
find a place suitable
a “dog suburb”
and then work its way back
the next day
to beg in the city center
the life of a
financially conscious
city dog

Restroom poem, written by "bros"

Some men think they have idea of new toilet at bars,
because thinking about when lines form
they are thinking about new toilet
its better than a urinal, its like
a toilet where one can just pee
in a whole room
just a whole room a of pee
you can just pee
and the floor is a grate,
and its grate for everyone peeing
its just a pee disgusting fetish fest
everyone keeps a get to pee into a nothing
it drip down below they say
and down below those that like that
get to enjoy
how generous

Information

Name: Jared
Location: Diahrreeeaaa
Time: 7-7-7-7
Life: 1
Death: 3
Who: doesnt
Not: Know
What: English
Where: today
?: Yesj
Yeah J
Yeah

God's Will

God is dead

and someone read

the will wrong

inherit the earth

mother fuckers

Introduction

Thank you

for the open-armed welcome

to

Biggest Poetry eBlog.

I promise to use powers

of words to make world

better place for words and

word-reading people.

Thank you

for letting me make promises

Thank you all the time

for reading all my words.

My condolences.

Let's have a good time.

human

I get it n have been
Getting it
Do understand n
Have been
Do know it
Have just understood it
now
Yet I hear it new
"Best know it"
Hear you
Now

my best poem Ev3r

the dogs
at the
top of this page
are so cute. I mean
the ones on
the
"big poem blog"
ban-
ner
above.

fb

did you know

that Facebook

is stupid?

well,

as a matter of fact

it is.

but it's cool

because I

deleted mine

before everyone else did.

emily

I think I can masturbate

forever.

Just

give me a book,

take away the women,

and take away the rest of

the women.

All that I need is

text and

type and

word and

letter and

print

. Give me

no pussy;

but blurry,

pixilated,

googled pussy.

And a hand,

mine, preferably.

Pepper

Lulululu says the man,
but he always liked the smell of fresh hay.
He rubbed against a wooden post
in front of the horses.

"Sick man, sick man" they say.
They threw a stone at his chest,
and it caused his mouth to quiver
with wet.

What does it mean?
"are there angels?", says the little boy.
Who is he?
"what kind of rub was it?" asks the midwife.

Only the she-horse knew,
she told me though, laughing, that he
accidentally bumped the post in the dark.

And then she catapulted towards a rainbow stream,
sprouted wings
and cried out over the blue sky,
"There is no heaven for a she-horse! HAHA,
but I can harness the energies nonetheless!"
And with that
her laser eyes
BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM

Peppin

A rich man pisses off the side of his yacht,
his leathery sunburned skin glistening with spray,
his speckled beard trimmed in a meticulous way,
holding an imported french bier.
"this is a sight"
says the dolphin mate,
"to see such a spectacle here".
three jellyfish beneath begin to sway,
to and fro, to and fro,
then five more appear as well.
They begin to gyrate and
swell
They begin to wiggle back and forth
in a pulsating rhythm of jiggling flesh
the rich man falls into the sea, drunk.
The jellyfish incorporate his body into their sick dance,
dance of death, dance of death
It's beautiful, they reclaim their Earth and
feast

horn donkey

tit-milk,
in a blue cup,
casts a long shadow down,
down over the sound of a hill-knob sundays.

For do we not emerge from the grasses,
the plains,
the soft clay of the earth,
and the stones of plenty?

I have seen them,
the ones hidden behind the white door,
and locked deep within a
cavern,
they are smooth,
soft,
bald,
bad,
sad men.

qqqqqqq

What is a person who
Thinks publish poetry
Is her a insane
So write a poem
Want to dszcribe a different
Knowing. What does he
Want to know
Everything

poem

You only married him, Jim,
Because you were
AFRAID of being homeless

Smother
Smother

Vegan soy hemp smoothie
Smoother

Afraid of death,
Plan for futu re
Invest in Soy

Shane

For all I know

Shane is

not

a real person.

Jared created him,

lives him,

is Shane's existence inside

Seattle Brown Town home.

Sends letters to

himself from Thailand.

What is Georgia?

Paid airfare, host family

cooks you dinner, three hundred dollars monthly stipend/

or

Sit in bars, drink the drinks,

taking pictures of pigs and pomeranians.

Prove it

deep fry food.

# of bunz

1 bun 2 bun 3 bun,
One half bun
Have a bun
What will you have on it
What kind
What kind
Bun

No problem, unit shipped
Moved
designed, sold
Sold sold
moved down the line
Recreated, destroyed
Tiny little meanings
Attractions
Transactions
Another, another
Another
Move through the system

Osvaldo

No no no,

oft Alonso -

Why will you not eat the small food?

- Make food big food.

Alonso -

Eat Mexico, Saudi Arabia!

Parents Eating Meat, Pt. 2

Mother Egg

Oh, Winter Egg.

Give. Dear please give.

What types of ovary products do you eat?

My oh why.

Sir oh Sir.

Cloud

Whispy cloud
o'er my head
what mysteries do you hide?

Do you obscure fantastic worlds?
or are you the subject i am seeking?
whispy cloud
whispy

Cover me
from the rest
cover me
whispy air-cloud
you cloud

Maybe

Yes this makes me feel like man,
to write some poems for my friends,
show them that I understand,
the trends.

Yes I feel like a heavy wall,
showing all that I am tall,
one brick, two brick,
now-I-am-small.

Two different poems

I.
omg, just finished a walk,
with my Dad, he couldn't stop
talking about his sprinkler system
and "valves".

I interjected maybe once,
to comment that the word "valve" was
on his top-10 vocab list,

since he really seems to use it
every week,
and when he does,
he'll say it like 10 times per minute.



II.
Lily floats on silver pond,
'neath a withered forest frond,
beckoning the eye to see
into whispy mists beyond.

Pigs

pork sugar

bacon salt

i don't care

it's not my fault

walk feet to ground.

throw stick to fire.

put stick in person.

hit stone to sharp.

spear at horse.

reign on horse.

throw coal to furnace.

wish fire on person.

shift into d.

make fire on person.

shift to d.

connect ether and wifi.

invade cubicle.

progress to pieces.

prevail to earth.

Post-

Right! pie is a piece
I know it is’
I know I know
the Economy tells me so!
I used to know
Because I could travel
I could decide
I could be a certain being
in a certain place
and
now

I have no control
when did that end
where did that stop

And I cant figure out
how I lost that connection
to my identity
because
I lost
the connection
to my
energy…

Mother Cow

Mother Cow, may
mother may I have your cream?
my food is in need

Nay! for thy time and dream
is life,
and thine is
not mine!

Treez

Whispy willow trees
blowing in the breeze
I decided I would write about

I Saw them once
how long ago I don’t know
how nicely I thought they swayed
when I wanted to see that

It would be nice if I knew that
breese,
those treese, now

harp

J.B. says "roasty", says of dogs "I am the 'nobler' of beast"
slips a piece of paper into his pocket that he found under a laundry machine,
which reads:

"Last night I dreamt of skeletons
and cities made of brittle bones
and one of them I called my home
and where I was I was alone...
Sincerely, M. Shoe"

He goes home and slips into something stiff and starchy,
then slips the paper in between the pages of a book.
Later that night, pretending to retire early to read, he
picks the paper up gingerly and smells it.
"It smells like dust", he whispers.

The next morning he wakes up and the paper is gone.
"Did you take it?", he asks the nearest person.
No one has any idea where it went, and as he makes
a vegan soy sausage for breakfast he remembers a dream
he had:

"I was in the woods,
the stars looked right,
and I remember it was at dusk,
I was not frightened,
but there was a blue light nearby,
I followed it for seven days,
and found a pile of clothes left behind by a small man.
It smelled earthy,
I collected them quickly.
The earth was scattered with rusting machines."

He poked at his breakfast with a spatula, and looked pensive.
The pan he was using to roast his meal looked rusty.
His nostrils flared and detected "earthy".
Later that day an SUV plowed into his body at a crosswalk,
and he died immediately.

.....

"Paul is laying on the floor staring at the ceiling, and he won't talk to me", said the girl to her parents. Paul's mother got up from the dinner table and went into the living room.
"Paul, why are you acting so strange?"
"I'm not".
"Why don't you come have some steak?"
Paul sighed and thought to himself, 'fuck off'.
The mother went back into the kitchen.
The girl poked Paul with her finger and giggled.
Paul got up and left the house--he was going to see if any of his friends were
at the skate park.
His friend Josh was there, trying to impress some girls with a skateboard trick.
Paul sat down on a concrete slab and pulled out a cigarette. He started smoking
cigarettes a few days ago because he didn't give a fuck about his body and because his parents always told him not to smoke.
"Hey, what's up", said Josh.
"Nothing".
Paul coughed uncontrollably for a few seconds, dropping his cigarette.
He picked it back up really quick and turned red, then glanced over at the two
girls sitting nearby. He thought he saw one of them smirking and felt like an idiot.
He thought that it would be a good idea to show them that he really didn't give a fuck about anything, so he starting calling another kid at the park a "faggot" for wearing a helmet.

what

What is a poem?
Is it a smear-mouse?
Does it wear green Lips?
Does it sneak into my house?

What is a bread?
Is it a stone?
Is it soft?
Do I have it in my new home?

What is a balloon?
Does it make me sad?
Does it fly?
Is it red?

What is a sun?
Is it a soft monsoon?
Is it a labor badge?
Is it a soft mouse?

What is a gate?
Is it white?
Does it make a sound?
Is it in the forest?

What is a bat?
Does it have wings?
Does it smell like wood?
Does it hit a balls?

What is a barn?
Is it faster than a sun?
Is it darker than a hell?
Is it worse than a hell?

What is a baby?
Is it something to be hated?
Is it something foreign?
Is it me?

What is a popacorn?
Is it come from the stars?
Does it come from the earth?
Does it come from everythign like a wing-bat?

What is a human ape?
Is it similar to a man-ape?
Does it have fur?
Can i name one Jug?

What is a poem?
Is this a poem?
Is this a no-em?
Is this anything?

What is a human?
Is it you?
Is it Santa Clauses?
Why do it even?

ADAM

hiking?
play tennis?
LOOK at the clouds?
Reading a book. infinite jest
listen to the airplanes, cars.

your dog wants it some sho0ws
your dog take him for bike rite
your dog it look at you
he wants a shoe
he wants two

you take a sun ride on uyoui
friends sisters her bike
u can have a bike
you have 1
you like to go for a ride
a hike

your bike it is a rider he is on it
she reads the book he thinks
she should

the discs pile
the worlds smile
the trees pollen
the weeds pollen
pollen
pollen
pile

for a mile, he goes
she goes
down the road
where?
nobody knows

TINA

global youth culture
tweet
Facebook, text me
hair hair hair
skinny jeans,
your dating ritual,
my dating ritual
mall, aircondition-ing

consumer
mcdonalds
chicken
chicken
tradition, no
no, there is no space
tradition is illegible
tradition replaced
by
drone

"there is no alternative"

:) Plantation

Corpsey shell
Take me down to the plantation
Of
Rosties, Toasties, Rust
Comfortable alone
But
Dead

HERE

I wanted THIS word to be true
So I wrote myself a purple note
sang it in season
read a book with
my hands
and called it a
diaper

Here I could know a dog,
here he was mine
comfortably
And
Peach

Hork Donute

Brush teeth with nice paste
Brush meece with mice paste,

Eat Black Beans, Eat White beans, eat Kidney Beans.

Drink Popsi, Drink Root Pepper , Drink Cream soda,
Brush your teeth.

Fly a kite, Mourn the string, Bite into the sky-meat,
Spit it out, it ws bad.

Don't bite into any. Watch an ant hill,
Take 3 pill, take him to the baseball game,

I was sad at the baseball game,
it was brought to me by Frank's hot dogs,
Ace Caps, popsi drinks.

Play with A dog, buy him shoes,

Watch the bird in the cange,
All it wants is a soft cap,
and to lay it eggs

if it wants a shoe?

a dog, it wants play
it wants meat

it wants shoes
a animal, a human, it gets a shoe for you.
for you, you are a shoe man, you are
a shoe woman,
what you want is a shoe
you want two

you could have 2 shoes, for
you
for you
FOR YOU
for you there is a man, there
is a dog,
a cancer,
for your life,
there is a human,
a green shoe

if i do it right
then i feel happy to be
existttttttting

if i do it right
then it feels okay
okay

then it feels great

if i can read the right websites
if i can drink the right soda
i mean corffez

u just sit and drink coffee
at corporrateee eastablsiment
u just do that
u just drink beer

u just feel okay becayuse cupcakesz
what else is there

what are youdoing

what are you doing

who are you

by Jared

Eric's hand
Eric is a man
Eric's helpful hand
HElOdont helping me, helpind me

Eric he is amy man
I hold his hand
We can travel together
to neptu e

eric, hold my hand
you lovely lad
h

What then

What it means
what it feels
to be 23
to be myself
everyhing thats part of that
engaging in something
that i feel something
thing marching onward marching forward
it doesnt matter what it is
it can be anything i can
figure out a way to justify
he says
peter steele is dead
what then
everyone dies

a person

what does a person gthink
a feeling
thy feel ist real
is not
maynbe its a joke
maybe its a person
maybe its a commercial
fuick ui commersciak,
its a joke
ps.
dont forget me when
it happn

Composition #47

Come now all,
and gather round,
to hear a tale
of world renown

Of two most brave and foolish man
one named Leonard, one named Ben

As child Ben had been a dunce
had dropped his schoolbooks more than once
had tripped on roots not by chance
Stepped on foot when dance

As child Leo had been keen
to meet the King and meet the Queen
but they would not see heem
they would call for their scepter
call for their crown
call for a fiddler
call for a roast lamb
call for a poet
call for a jester
call for the beheading of the poet
call for the pardoning of the poet
call for their gold,
call for pug
but they would not call for Leo,
Sad Leonard,
He turned at last to the heavens, shouting
up to the blue,
'What have i done to you"
"Why do the crumbs of the Lords fall on my head"
"Why do I beg as a mangy dog"
"Have I been a victim of Chance"

And at last the rains quelled his voice
And Ben had taken this road by choice,
And chanced upon Leo at the edge,
And offered him a cut of bread

and so the two began to talk
and learned each other well as ought,
and formed to friends, not small but large
and said they would two command a barge

To sail to the east and make their fortune
Whatever may come and whoever may seek them
may come aboard, to find their fate
to meet the soon-to-be irate
Lord of the west,
and Lord of the East
Master of war,
Master of sleep.

***

And as they set off to sail the seas,
they felt as both a slight unease
a queer sense of not e'er returning
that set their stomach bags a'churning

Puis un homme qui ne parlait que francais,
Il leur a qu'ils allaient tous etre morts
Il leur a dit cela avec impatience
Mais ils ne pouvaient pas comprendre francais.

So they carried on, with head held high
Sure that the boat would hold them tight
Sure that they would both not die
To the East they go hand in hand

Ben three days in told his friend
That his life would surely end,
If they did not find fresh water
Or some food to hold him over

Sadly Leo looked to him
told him that he could not go
To the east to find these rations
to the east to unkown nations

So ben looked into the barrels
Looked in one, two, ten, and twenty
Saw not any food of plenty
Saw no water kept for drinking

Then when 3 score days had passed
Ben saw feathered ones alight
Saw an island with his 'glass
turned the sails to get there fast

Ben now withered to a husk
Thought this day would be his dusk,
Set ashore with a final attempt
to find some thing to appease his want

There ashore was fruits aplenty!
fruits and trees and grasses too!
There a stream flows good as any!
Oh how delicious it seemed to Leo!

Leo rushed to fill a cup
with thoughts of feeding his bony mate,
But as he lifts it to his lip,
The precious draught evaporates

Baffled, he tries once again,
to give to Ben the stuff he needs,
and to Leo-nard's Chagrin,
the liquid just as soon recedes

Ho! what is that sound I hear?
From the trees comes a ghostly sound,
swaying leaves foretell a beast
some hellish brutish firehound

But to Ben and L's surprise
An old man emerges with a stick
hobbles over, "look at his skin",
weathered, elephantine, and thick

"leave from here", he says to them
"You have come for no good reason"
"Heal us, help us, good man friend"
Leo simpers with good reason

"Have you come to seek more treasure?"
"Or to win favor with a King?"
"If you've come to seek your riches,
Leave us now for we have none."

Leo gasped and looked below
Ben had shrunk into the sand
He had died 3 ticks ago,
unbeknownst to his friend.

Leo, in an angry rage,
struck at the elder with his hand
only to be bitten back
by a snake

Now our two men on the sand
both now in nobody's hands
the old man turns and walks away
Glad to have stopped these men
from destroying his one home,
for their exploits.
For their want of lumber,
of gold,
of silver,
and ores,
of meats,
of fur,
of oil and nuts,
of spices,
of labor,
and of silk from the East.

Here good people, we are done
this was the story of two men
learn now all, not to set sail
to an island in the East.

Composition #46

I.

Like he said, I do also what i DO always
but nonetheless I am doing something stranger
than a pit pit eating-a-words in the mouth.

whenever a cloud sundays smacks of laminate tile,
and the rich partition writhes with doing what is,
leave behind mere queens and her great majesty Prince Questonthony

Wall of shame, Wall off shame, well in shame, Well of shame,
are you you you you the same?
will you speak as one-in-the-ground speaks,
like the mandrake root bellowing with.

Dog, smell what you do, look to the sky and see
smell with your nos.
hear with u ear.
Taste with ur face.

And he saw that it was good.

II.

Never say, like the ones who appear as statues in form,
and stone grey in their apathetic countenances, never say,
like the green ones who quell and quimp with psuedo-pomp,
never say, like the rag handle man who quivers
with something unknown, never say, as they do, that the stones
and stars and pieces are nothing more than what they are!
For what they are is a tramponium, do you understand?
They are a quandifinium Startoon
Do you see?

Lately a spine has shot down the backs of those most hated
by most. This spine has taken the shape of a barb, a spine most
wonderful in shape but also colorful in many ways.
It looks like the skin of the albacore.

Do not wither, ye who slaves in the light of your brother, who,
by way of chance,
has climbed to a superficial height.
Over the dunes lies naught but more dunes.
The right spines of the cronck spider lie there .

And he flew into the heavens, she did too,
both with brown feathers that had sprouted,
shouting into the air with a force as yet unknown,
a peculiar beam of force.
A force cracking-streaking through the thunder sky,
arching and undulating with power.
This forceful beam made its way
to the great giant Grogonoth,
who had used his powerful
grip to wrench the earth from its bone,
and devour it for his own pleasures.
The beam struck him once, twice, three times,
and with a final groan, Grogonoth shattered into pieces.
These formed the mountains, the cliffs, and the stones.
His tears formed the oceans, and his breath the winds.

more stolen poetry, although the person knows its stolen, this really isnt stolen, its a misunderstanding, really

Really imagine this
pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops pork chops

Society promises of life
The sweet king will talk to me within my heart and
I will see the End of frowning
in a tunneling sea
If you can get within me
I will happily grant you happiness as
i am the true jo smith


Giving up is accepting the hemorrhoid of life
life
Feel different about this thing that i am new true you sleept i weept
find god

Crate & Barral

Kingdome RIP 1965-2008
I rang a bell if knowing what
To do i DID it, knowing
what TO DO i did it,
Ringing that bell, singing that
Song, About to know what i was
Doing with my time.

With
My
Days,

Took those steps,
Ate that meat,
What was it for
Who was i here for?

Did i know what i was doing
when i did it, did i even
wonder why? Am I now?

They gave me a look, They knew
Looked away, moved on, understood
Respected? Avoided, nothing
HE WALKS
dont know.

a 7 year old boy
struggles

THIS IS MY LIFE

TH IS IS M Y LIFE
T H I S IS M Y L IFE
T H IS IS MY LIF E
TH IS IS MY LI FE
THIS IS MY LIFE
TH IS MY LI FE
T HI S IS MY LIFE
T HI S I S MY LIF E
TH IS IS M Y LI FE

LOOPS

I walk from room to room in my house
ALABAST MANANORANDAS CART OPPOSE!
doing various things, frantically
SARAYAT THIS PERSONIFIED TRUSTED HATRED!
to try and appease some mysterious urge,
SAME ATROCIOUS FRATERNITY MASK APROPRO MOTTTTTTTJASDFLAJSDFLASDIFJ!
some unknown and unquenchable need,
VIOLENT ENRAGING SNARE OF A QUELL!
but everything fails.
DARNG AGABBOT THIS MANE OF MY OWN !
DRAT THE BLASTED SPECK OF SPECK OF PECK OF GOLD HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

coondy nerot

there was a dog,
scroffy, gramgy, barnsty,
licking the ground like a,

there was a man,
harpsy, darger, manhangy,
leading the dog with his,

there was no bird,

there was no pea,

only there was me,

me was a feeling on the wall,
smeared on the wall by no one,
dripping down to the ground,
pooling for the rats to devour,

small poem 4/11

man is man is man and needs
to be different from the last feeling
needs to have changing landscape
changing timelines
changing mirrors to view
past lives and nothing
at all
is here

,

special man
be a good man
what do you want
to do?
%do I get cancer
get an idea based
on need
a necessary decision
it could happen
at the time
what a face

no, never

there is no chance
of me ever being happy
because of the way my brain
works. haha

stolen:

self beware

Life

Life as deli meat
Sandwiched between slices of
Reality bread
Stale.
Tastes like shit

inorgant

but that's how we like it
that plays into the plan

I need to have my opinion heard
wind, dust, liberal
American male
significant beef,
is it okay, what is your identity
I
have
...sigh

sitting around

eating popcorn
watching fox news
wearing mariners jacket
talking about your day
going to eat Chinese food
government
bullshitting about politics
stand up for what you believe in
Steak.

a change

now I feel amazing
now life isn't confusing
now it feels like summer vacation
god is here

eater

plz tv, give me a suggestions,
what should I buy my daughter
for easter

for easter

for eastre.

eater

plz tv, give me a suggestions,
what should I buy my daughter
for easter

for easter

for eastre.

stolen "joke of the day" poem

My Daily Joke
Here is your Joke of the Day:
Why r Women are like the stock market...
Coz they're irrational n can bankrupt u if u're not careful.

tired of normal

Dont write a poem

Done with written English language
What does it have to offer me?
I can communicate with my RICH peers
What can we talk about?
We are all through with interesting and pressing
matters to deal with
Our lives are
Nothing
They are our lives,
They are our consciousnesses
But What Else Are they?
Vegetarianism.

2000

Oh, life is beautiful
Oh, life is ugly
Those are words used
By people,
To describe
How they feel about the experience
Of life,
In This World
At This Time
In these years, in this year
2010,
Same as 2001
With different Math
With different Myth?
With different reality.
Did you live 10 years after 2000?
How does that feel?
How old were you in 1986?

Me.

what i like to do:
sitting on myspace,
look cool, and sip
coffees

A couple of poems stolen from friends, posted without their knowledge or permission

This is a poem of things I saw today, by --------

a man smoking a cigar, spraying his plants with pesticide,
a horse lying on its side in the mud,
a man riding a bike carrying a dead, bloody rabbit,
women walking their llamas on a busy road


Untitled, by --------

I want to be a human!
Instead I am eating a string cheese

C://nooooo.exe

C:/nooooo.exe
...Executing script holycrap.life
...Executing script damn_it_all.bin
...Parsing datafile no_hope.dat
...Loading Data Archives ... ... ... ... ... ...
...Success!

REAL LIFE

True life,
Real life,
where have you gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone?

Are you still here,
or are you only
in memory?

Real life,
Conscious life life life life lfie life life ilfe iflei lfie lflie elifeli feilefli e,
have you disappeared among
the throngs of prefabricated people?

"I'm here" says the computer screen
with a deep, clown voice.

"It's me" says the television with
a nasally bee voice.

PISS

JUNE

In June the bees and insects come out to play
and have a good time, with me and cats

Then the young saplings, fresh and wonderful,
burst from their earthy cages

This is when I and my clothes lay on the grass
and forget about the steam and smoke

And our special star provides energy and warmth
we convert into steam and smoke

And then I use that energy to power my tools,
my entertainment

I go inside and stare at a screen for two, three hours
consume fewds made by the powerful engines

It gets dark, I forgot about the sun
Now I'm thinking, depressed

Astronomical

This is my new poetry
It revolves around the world and me
My insignificance
Our stupidifigance
And the lasting impressions of a vibrant past

DOOM DOOM DOOM

Once there were cultures,
there were more than 100 kinds of plants and animals
The pacific garbage island didn't exist

DOOM DOOM DOOM

DOOM DOOM DOOM

Once there was writing,
people used to feel warmth
people could breathe without help

DOOM DOOM DOOM
DOOM DOOM DOOM

I'm very depressed,
my life is a mess
Actually, it's not, but
I'm still upset
by my bad decision
And the subsurface words :
"I'm stuck"

Stanley

Stanley, lost in thought, began crossing the street. A middle-aged woman in an SUV zoomed by, nearly smashing into him.
"Pedestrians have the right of way you fucking moron!", yelled Stanley.
After making it home, he began drinking copious amounts of alcohol.

Bones

Overlord Kev Chanston reclined in a plush swivel chair made of animal skin.
This is too easy, he thought, blowing a wispy cloud of cigar smoke into the room.
The Overlord punched a few numbers into his comm device, and a few moments later a man's face appeared before him.
"Awaiting instructions, sir"
"Initiate code Gamma-334", the Overlord responded casually.
The man's face disappeared, and the Overlord poured himself a glass of brandy.

A few minutes later an armada of deathships opened fire on Planet Kroy, killing 7 billion.

Humanity Decaying Skull Harp

Among the ones of worthy quest
a terror comes to be
And evermore it churns, at best
as they go happily

From heady notes atop the veil
of morning's earthy tone
Their skeletons, pumelled by hail
lie under earthly homes

At last! At last! chime withered men
our time has come to leave!
And then with but a final breath
...
They's crazy foolz!

Shane's poem, reposted without permission

animals on boat
animals on boat
tons of animals on big boat
biggest boat
ever
biggest most best boat of eternity
every animal
all there
the animals didnt do anything wrong
so noah has to save them
cuz god was pissed and didnt give a shit
kill everything

ALL I EVER WANTED WAS COMPLETE TRANSCENDENCE

BUT looked for it in the wrong place
found a shell, skeleton
There are other realities within
this one
they are real and thats
Truth and
you are a man
and i can read this
and i wrote this
and those feel some this some that
There needs to be many
in ORDER for ANY to BE