'Let Creativity Spew Forth' - Post Your Spontaneous Poem
Let Creativity Spew Fourth
Through coloured veins,
and signs of depression.
In times of need,
And in times of succession.
Under whittled trees,
in cherry blossom hill.
Lies an old man,
collecting his fill.
Green carpets of cake icing,
illuminate the sky.
They seep down,
and collect in my eye.
To the south and to the east,
are cattle that combust.
With heavy hooves,
and tails not to trust.
Though underground,
and undermining.
The under graduates,
are underlining.
So rest now,
you and your purposeless rhyme.
This shit is too long,
sit back and recline.
The start of a new era,
creativity gagging.
Spew on the floor,
mother is nagging.
Over to you,
look to the north.
Post your spontaneous poem,
an let creativity spew forth.
Through coloured veins,
and signs of depression.
In times of need,
And in times of succession.
Under whittled trees,
in cherry blossom hill.
Lies an old man,
collecting his fill.
Green carpets of cake icing,
illuminate the sky.
They seep down,
and collect in my eye.
To the south and to the east,
are cattle that combust.
With heavy hooves,
and tails not to trust.
Though underground,
and undermining.
The under graduates,
are underlining.
So rest now,
you and your purposeless rhyme.
This shit is too long,
sit back and recline.
The start of a new era,
creativity gagging.
Spew on the floor,
mother is nagging.
Over to you,
look to the north.
Post your spontaneous poem,
an let creativity spew forth.
Comments
we met
face to face
eye to eye
lip to lip
Her sadness overwhelmed me
I tasted each tear
dripping
dripping
evaporating
Many mornings ago
Two birds sang
freely
happily
joyously
By the hand of lust
They were snuffed
bound
gagged
tortured
Our world
is our own creation
Nobody to blame
but you
One of creation, one of dreams
An engine of art, such a contrast!
An industrial automaton spewing forth smoke and ash and soot
And from this cloud comes beauty
Mass-produced, made in China, may contain small parts not suitable for young children -- beauty.
Lust.
Candy.
and,
Eftpos.
It makes the world go round.
a few times more
there it is
the light
little wordy gremlin
a line about a line
an epitaph
the annoying neighbour of conciousness
and a rhyme aint a rhyme if it aint got time
and aint aint a word but I say its fine
cuz writing is a creative and ah shit i gotta poop
Colors of teal and white, spew forth in uncontrollability
But to be honest, it's hurting my head
Because the hangover I have this morning, will surely be the death of me.
Its beautiful.
brandon vs George Bush Jr.
ok wel i see u nao and own u b****
i sik my liserds on u they
suk your d***
LOL!!!!!!!!!!
mai cat pwns ur face
ur a disgrace
lyke 13 yr old girls
ur a waste of spase
i drink spase wine
ur never on time
ur rap is wak
and u cant attack
the country of irak
thas y u took so much flak!!!!
i smok under bridges
u eat cracker wedges
rich but dum you're number one
president that's dum!!!!!
Silly sycophant slaves assfucking their own petty orifice digging for a sadomasichistic appeasment to their hidious soulds
Devils stealing spirit through corrupt intention and selling it back at 3 and a quater compound interest
Time traded for paper jubilations one minute at a time frozen is orgasmic eternity until oblivion sucks it all up
Transvestite whores raping chaste transexuals with 10 inch cucumbers garnished with some tasty caesar salad dressing
Fuck Pit Luck Fit in the Fuck pit in the prick lint in the shit sink in the cunt licking finger twitching fanny itching antihystamine craving austentatious bullshit dichotemy with dart defined dictionary games
FUCK FUCK I am so FUGGING high that I must away to nod land you cunt raping degenerate shit fuck piss heADs.
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Time has become a blur
I take another swig
This shit is supposed to give me wings
Instead it gives me jitters
A sickly sweetness
Thickly coating my stomach
When I go to barf
It looks like Taylor Swift's teeth
Eons have I tried to stop this scourge
A cleansing, a solid purge;
Rumbling echoes from within
As time goes by
And I've studied part by part
There's nothing to do but sigh
and rip out this huge fart
lies the sickly feeling of indigestion
i tighten my sphincter to hold the contraction
but alas its too late, its time for action
rushing to the toilet, i do the penguin walk
in hopes i dont drip or let a turd drop
slam the door shut, its no time for paper
rip my shorts off, im going into labor
the first poo hits the water with great velocity
a dribble from my dick lets me know i have to pee
but thats not all, i can feel my food coming up
lean over to the tub and i begin to throw up
the last turds come out, link by link
fuck me in the ass, thats the last time i drink
"Godamnit!" I scream,
"I think I've got an asshole sprain"
Sweating, seething and dizzy
I'm so terrified to look in the bowl
The horrible concoction that's probably fizzy
Dread fills my soul
With despair and rage, like a hellish hound
I ask to myself
"Will it flush down"?
I need to go faster but this thing has no gears
Another one down and another one out
Its steady aim fire in this dogfight roundabout
I watch a comrade fall, death takes its toll
Then Peppy yells to me "Do a barrel roll!"
"Oh hi..." she responds
His grimmace was fixed; his eyes, green Donatello
"What do you want, mister?"
"Nothing much, just come with me..."
She saw he was something sinister
Worse than playing naked twister...
"Don't worry, it won't hurt"
"Stop it! I'll call my daddy, he's an army trooper!"
"Calm down, in pleasure I'll make you squirt,
just relax and spread out your pooper!"
Eyes gaze vacantly at a blood sucking mosquito
Sunlight diffuses fractals through thin reality dividers
Gray flesh quivers with pleasure at dopamine caress
Infinite compassion for pains extends through both past and future
Blinkered lids shade my eyes
But I don't mind
Soft, caressing breeze puckers my skin into goosebumps
Touching and tickling the sensory surface of my being
Funny distortions dance in the corners of the tunnel of my sight
And telepathic tantric union copulates waltzing flirtation into my ear drums
And through my brain
I'm feeling good and I'm feeling fine
If only I wasn't so short on time
she's the cold touch, and i tell my self if this was summer i would miss the frost.
4 am but this life is timeless, unemployed clockless
i wont be ruled by the law thats lawless
they said that we couldn't be schooled, but we just wouldn't be ruled.
im looking for a juice to keep my fire fueled.
you think im homeless, but i just wont ever be fooled.
Another day, another dollar another insomniac's end
Booze, sex, smoke, till I'm too tired to see
Then its getting ready for work just after 3
"Do this, do that" and I always comply
As I wait anxiously for the next paycheck to arrive
I realize now all about the rat race
How there is not a finish line and I'll never get first place