Lets post poetry!

[NotKai]

Yes I demand pics of u wearing it or I call shenz.

[Triangle]

Yes I demand pics of u wearing it or I call shenz.

Canada sucks.

[mr.mag218]

roses are red
violets are blue
caturday sucks
and don miguel too

[Triangle]

roses are red
violets are blue
caturday sucks
and don miguel too

watching while you sleep
you sleep with your mouth open
which is convenient

[mr.mag218]

the funny thing is, im not sleeping

[billybob_81067]

the funny thing is, im not sleeping

Oh so you just pretend to sleep with your mouth open for Triangle's convenience... You're really a nice guy!

LOL

[Triangle]

A brown haired girl is but a whisper on the breeze,
one minute she here, and the next she is gone.
I am as distant and as inconsistant as ever,
although you could swear that things are different.
When I am missed, it's not even named.
Are you missing me?
Am I expendable?

--
Of all the things that were, there were mostly remnants.

There was the faint lingering of chocolate in her mouth. Sour sweet patches beneath her tongue, against her gums. And there were the sounds of rufus wainwright's longing voice humming softly against the beating silence of night. "Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love, must be an imaginary love to start with. I guess that can explain the rain.."
The rain could've been sleeping against the windowsils for the lack of noise it made..
for the lack of resistance it forced up out of itself.
Even the wind, which loved to take on leaves and howls, only tugged at the obliging trees half heartedly. Remnants of passion.
Such a serious silence for supple white fingers and clean edged metal. A dance that could've evoked shrieks and moans from any spectator simply skirted itself into performance numbly, quietly. A soft unzipping sound rang as satin gave way to red, shining mercury. plasma lava.
It was a private show of life in strings. There she was, and there were the remnants of her life, hanging in strings of stained velvet. Pools of liquid red iron and black, hollow, nothingness. Secret skins of loves and loathes, sea glass and sour candies, cinema and victorian lace could not save
the remnants of passion.

--
Also: Damnit.

[SCpoloRicker]

[Desega]

This thread is made of old and ancient.

[SCpoloRicker]

Beer kitty without animation really isn't much of anything.

[Desega]

Hitler Kitty?

[Triangle]

Hitler Kitty?

No no, not in my threads.
Only in the other ones.

[grEnAlEins]

Roses are red
Plums are plum
And plump and lovely
Just like your bum

Roses are red,
Teals are teal
If I read you poems
Can I cop a feel?

[NotKai]

Rose are Red
I hate Grenaleins.

[Macaroni Feets]

I miss Triangle.