Poetry

[Onion01]

There once was a lady called Liz
Being a MOD on MFK was her biz,
Although i'll meet her never,
i'll love her forever,
My other best friend here is spizz

 

[Red Devil]

They say i'm a manic depressant...... AGGRESSIVE the frequent and irrelevent QUESTIONS???
Loss of affection...... injesting cigarettes as if it was medicine........
EVERYTHING!!! EVERYTHING!!! gets less n less impressive.......
Got me stressin... n guessin.... knowing im must burn before learning any Lessons......
Regretless... relentless... even when i wrestled with the demons of dependence....
I fed them... nelect them.... yet they still beckon for my undivided Attention.....
Regretless... relentless... you wont ever catch me collapsed in confessions....
Yet i keep steppin... progressin... i see the future in my present intentions.....
On a quest for PERFECTION...... lost my marbles but found the meaning of ACCEPTANCE.........!!!!

You have a gift... very talented you are..

 

[Onion01]

wow, that was deep!

 

[oddballer]

You have a gift... very talented you are..

thanks Liz..... i wrote that when i was around 18 and had just lost both my parents....... things were rough and confusing....... nowadays im happy......

 

[Red Devil]

thanks Liz..... i wrote that when i was around 18 and had just lost both my parents....... things were rough and confusing....... nowadays im happy......

Thats why there is so much deep feeling in it.. beautiful .. and i would make that a tribute to your parents...

 

[Onion01]

Thats why there is so much deep feeling in it.. beautiful .. and i would make that a tribute to your parents...

you haven't addressed my lymerick yet

 

[Red Devil]

There once was a lady called Liz
Being a MOD on MFK was her biz,
Although i'll meet her never,
i'll love her forever,
My other best friend here is spizz

Maybe it did not upload
Because i hop around like a toad
i did see it and wrote my reply
It was so nice it made me cry...thanks David.

 

[Red Devil]

Cough Cough


One bright day, in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys, rose up too fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
They drew their swords, and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
He hurried over and killed, the two dead boys.
If you do not believe this lie is true,
Ask the blind man....He saw it too.

good one... you never know what is true...