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Write a quick poem!
I'm not going to set a time limit or anything, just going to encourage you to work quickly and spontaneously!
I'm not going to set a time limit or anything, just going to encourage you to work quickly and spontaneously!
Our P.M. was ousted last week:
His conservative rivals did speak.
There’s a new P.M. now,
but we still don’t know how
he’s gonna placate that damned clique.
This one made me chuckle. Thanks.
Thank you!
I've never done this.
Self-contained the skies unfold
Like shards of a kaleidoscope
These knots are hot and bright, behold
They dance with braids on twisted slopes
Scurry forth with fruitful wings
Before the yield to entropy
Surely better things to do
Than lame attempts at poetry
I bought this mechanical keyboard for gaming,
for highscores, killstreaks, noob-shaming,
for no-scopes, low-blows, fast aiming,
quick-flicks, neat-tricks and flag-claiming.
Although the reality that I'm now hating
is that I'm still worse than the players I'm facing,
so I'll get back to programme-creating,
and that odd bit of copy-and-pasting.
No kingdom will come
Let my will be done on earth
To Hell with Heaven
very crowleyesque, "as above so below" and all that stuff :-P . I love it!
Thanks. It's just a bit of atheist edgelording, but if I have to have something on my tombstone I suppose this bit of blasphemous defiance will do.
That seems a bit much. When I'm gone all I really want is for people to know that I loved my wife, that I wrote some novels, and that if my atheism was a mistake then the gods are going to need guardian angels.
Her face lit up as I woke up from my slumber, but quickly looked away saying 'Yes, right away, Sir.'
We talk constantly, but our eyes never meet,
We know each other well, and her friends are really sweet.
Sometimes I wonder how our lives would be different if she was the smartphone and I her owner.
I sat in the rain,
cars flew through the lane
saw the lights scatter,
felt my teeth chatter
thinking of the warmth you had then
My pops and a moose ons the loose until,
They get caught by the cops with noose.
lordy lord I biked ten miles and hunger eats my stomach
acid trickle up my throat, back down again, at home
out the window cars drive by, ignoring stepping stones
I'm at home, all alone, the city chews my brain
my therapist reminds me that even if I change
everything will be the same
If man is what he is not
And he is also condemned to be free
If his existence creates essence from nothing
And he defines that from what he can see
Then must freedom be just an illusion?
Or will essence elude him till death?
Or is it simply a matter of seeing
That nothing is all he has left
Plays Fallout Boy at max volume
You plastically came to me
Once and then twice
I didn't care to know you
But you have angles
Angles that prove mathematical precepts
I didn't want to know you
But the teacher told me
I must show my work
Why
Why can’t
Why can’t I sleep?
It’s been a week
My sleep is bad
And I feel bad
A gray sky and tinted leaves,
the coming of cooler evenings.
The scuffing of booted shoes
on cold pavement
and curled breath slipping past lips
both warm and cold,
are all I desire as the summer sun
beats my back