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Post by Aish on Apr 29, 2011 2:53:44 GMT -5
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write really bad, stabby stab, EMO angsty poetry and then add a heartfelt response. Example: You. and your big shoes stub my toe and make me cry.
WHY?
So I can yell at the sky, and wonder if I should hurt you back. STAB!STAB!STAB!
I watch you bleed and smile It's all black and darkness as I watch you die, happy inside am I. Dear Rag, This sucks. If I didn't want to spew before, I do now. Trash this shit.
Cheers, AmberDawn
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Post by Aish on Apr 29, 2011 3:07:44 GMT -5
I saw you at the mall with her her yellow hair in the breeze
you could have knocked me to my knees
no matter what this pain won't ease
I saw you kiss her lips like rain Oh the pain! You went and flushed me down the drain
Can't you see me anymore?
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Apr 29, 2011 3:13:03 GMT -5
Dear cancer
I do like rhyming and my rhyming needs much improvement but you make me feel like a master at it. If I read much more of this caustic s*it I’m likely to get cancer myself. This should be flushed. I think I know why he found another mouth to put his lips to. Get over it and go read some real poetry before you return please.
TheLonelyForsaken
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Apr 29, 2011 3:29:09 GMT -5
Escape from hell
I can’t escape this hell It clings to me Like a bad smell
Life without love Is no life at all Without its support I continue to fall
To you my love was bound Since you’ve gone I ask; Where is it to be found?
My hope must lie in another A giving soul with love to spare Caring enough for her soul to bare Her gift of salvation
But who can find me worthy? Empty and bereft am I The stench of death I desire to be saved or die
So I live a thinly disguised lie
TheLonelyForsaken
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Post by Aish on Apr 29, 2011 3:42:48 GMT -5
Dear Lonely Forsaken,
A smell sure does cling to you, buddy, as well to this piece. The rhyme scheme scraped like nails on a chalk board. I need a few dozen Advil now and a shot of whiskey. It still won't make this worth reading.
Cheers, AmberDawn
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Post by brokenwingedangel on Apr 29, 2011 10:00:17 GMT -5
no one like me feeling lonely cutting slowly blood gushing rushing like the tears from my eyes
in my perfect world everyone dies...
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Post by Aish on May 1, 2011 1:04:49 GMT -5
Dear BrokenWingedAngel,
Glad to know you're already cutting. The first to go should be you for making us suffer this drivel.
Cheers, AmberDawn
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Post by LonelyForsaken on May 1, 2011 20:22:38 GMT -5
Dear Broken I’m chokin
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Post by Aish on May 13, 2011 2:14:05 GMT -5
Oh woe! Oh wail!
I cannot chase your tail... now forever and the life of me I will no longer stand and pee
I went out for a morning run met a drunkard with a gun
and now they call me "Stub"
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Post by LonelyForsaken on May 13, 2011 2:29:41 GMT -5
Hey Stubby
It’s for the best really. I hate to think you could make copies. If I have to read any more of this drivel and I’ll go looking for that drunkard myself and hope to bleed to death. Next time you squat to pee ponder your nails and leave poetry to others with some talent for it.
Forsaken
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Post by LonelyForsaken on May 13, 2011 2:34:18 GMT -5
I owe, I owe, So off to work I go Must pay the bill And take my pills Oh he, oh ho!
It’s the pick I distain My back is in pain Oh he, oh ho!
Forsaken
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Post by Reaper696 on May 13, 2011 11:49:42 GMT -5
Where did you go?... I searched through a googol of sites, Nothing...
I'm drowning in muddle here, and you've taken one hell of a vacation. There are over 200 countries, and your absence has put me in a dark state, Sooner or later you have to come back
Please?...
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Post by LonelyForsaken on May 14, 2011 20:13:11 GMT -5
Awww come on people. It’s the scathing retorts that are the fun part. Bad poetry is easy but creative retorts… LMAO!
Dear Reaper
I think I know why you can’t find her. She is in hiding. You should muddle through some poetry examples instead of dwelling on her. The next time you find yourself on google try searching for poetry. If I have to muddle through any more of this crap I think I’ll join her and no, we won’t ever be coming back.
PS – Awesome Bat Flower
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It is your darkness that blinds me. With no light to see, how will you ever find me?
Your hand is so cold, your chill makes me feel old. Please return to the fold.
I’ll warm your heart, with my warmest part. Why must we be apart?
Lonely
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Post by Aish on Nov 2, 2013 0:22:47 GMT -5
Dear Lonely, I shudder to think what your " warmest part" is. Take your necrophiliac tendencies to a therapist and stop digging up dead doggies from the backyard. Meds. You need meds and plenty of them.
Sincerely, Me
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Nov 2, 2013 3:25:16 GMT -5
Love this thread.
Nice retort but you forgot to leave an angsty poem.
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