The man, in peru
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 3:11 amThere ounce was a man who lived in peru
He dreamed he was eating his shoe
It was brown polyester
With a black strap of leather
To his suprise his dream came true
In the deepness of space
There is a desolate place
It is red
Dreadfully dead...
The planet Mars is the name of place
A portal to a new world, any thing can happen
But when summer ends, this world will be miss-shapen
We'll miss the E-wars and friends
But as TT said, It's the end
But if you think the site is gone, null and void, you are sadly mistaken...
There is always next year...... :D
G: Great
L: Lovable
O:Ozone lair leaving....
B: Beaches get polluted
A: Apocalypse sweeps the earth in eternal flame
L: Life ultimatly goes extinct
Tantilising
Intriuging
The most famous ship in the world, and the most famous ship wreck...
An incredable marvle of sea travel at the time, that took life to bring it to existance
Never again we hope that would happen
Incredable loss of the world
Can we never look down on it and not imagine it as if it never sank? As if it still roamed the sea, carrying passangers today?
The world is at the brink of madness.
Causing each other greif and sadness.
For as long as we lived, we have been engulfed in war.
This is true from the blood red scar.
when you look at the world, you'll see there is no such thing as love and joy...there is no such thing as true happiness....
When I made this topic, the first poem was made to have people laught about it. But now I feel like an idiot. The other day an earth quake shook peru. And about 3 days before what did I do? Made a poem about a man who ate his shoe. From this day no other poem will leave my mind. Locked in there, the idea will die unkind. So long, farewell, I bid you adue,
I'm sorry I did what I did,
insulted the man in Peru....
Look at him climb out of the tree.
Watch as he looks over at me.
He's tired, wants to sleep
Doesn't want to hear a peep
I burst out of the back door, water gun in my hand, He screeches and tries to run, I spray him, he's all wet. He runs up the tree and looks at me, obviously pissed, can you see?
My neighbors cat when he sleeps in my backyard
Run run run, look it here
Look at them run and scream in fear.
They went there as an experiment
They went back for study,it was a straight foward operation, then turned into a rescue mission of torment
Jurassic Park 3 compared to the rest of the series is an embarrassing smear....
My hate of JP3
He sits in the corner oh so quietly, looking, planning. He waits, scanning the area in front of him. He puts his plan into action, bursting out the door in a burst of blond, running. He turns the corner panting. He barks in a bellowing roar, his target screeches, trys to run back up the tree. Swiftly he cuts infront, like a ninja in the shadows. It tries to turn back but its too late. He pins the target down, but its not over as the target fights back, beating his nose like a human punching a shark. He backs off, the target bursting to the tree, jumping up its trunk. He runs after it but its too late...
The world has shattered, each country secluded, seperated, on their own. They struggle to keep peace, some are crashing down all together. Some are kept in the dark, some are way up in the sky. Some ignore the problem, and are clueless to whats going on. Even in this state, the world is still cruel to eacg other. Countries still wage war, steal resoarces from each other. this may seem that the world isn't that shattered, that we still have contact to each other....but it hasn't shattered at all.
Countries locked in the dark, hated despised because of what higher power beleives and what they want us all to beleive.
the problem has rised to an unstoppable rate....and will only get worse....
Depression...
A crushing feeling, your on the spot. Your locked in a box, it gets smaller, smaller, smaller, sadness grows. It consumes you. Your desire to live fades. Your existance is bleak. Your on the spot, a light shines on you, darkness is all you can see. You move foward only to hit an ivisable barrior. The box shrinks. You think about death. You think about how happy you'd be if you got it over with. The sadness pushes on you you push back, you quickly lose the urge to continue....you give in...you do it. You end it...
Suicide..
Exclusion
A feeling of which you are seperated from contanct. People you love and care about seem to be behind an emotional barrior. You try to speak but it seems to that your statement is drowned out by other conversation. Every one is happy in your face while you sit in a dark corner wishing you were in the happy circle. The pain is unbareable. They say pain makes you strong...
In this case...it could, and will kill....
He rises from the water, 100 meters tall.
If earth is in trouble just sream that call
"GODZILLA!"
Is it an alien invasion?
Or impending devastaion?
"GODZILLA!"
A monster on his turf, he'll rise from the surf. He'll fight, unleashing his rage. He'll send the opposer onto a bleak blank page,
"GODZILLA!"
Born from radiation, The greatest sensation "GODZILLA!"
Fueled by nulear energy
Destroying all enemies
"GODZILLA!"
The Invaders
They walk infront of us so clear in sight. Oh very slick, oh very bright. They know your action, and to them, thats enough satisfaction. They can be your friend, all the way to the very end. They can be as important as a pile of old snow in the corner. Yet, even neutral, they impact your lives. The time, the moment of peace that you have is one they give you. Lies and lies flood your mind, and subconsioussly you take it as truth. You are never safe from the invaders
Scorpio Blood (Im a Scorpio, yes)
Scorpio blood, tainted yet pure
Scorpio blood, attractive, as if a lure
Scorpio blood, the gaze peirces your soul
Scorpio blood, it makes you feel like you have taken you're toll
Scorpio blood, under its spell will chaos spill
Scorpio blood, calm and collected
Scorpio blood, coniving and selective
Scorpio blood, friendly when full of spite
Scorpio blood, fear its might.
We are not monsters, we keep the feeling of hate locked up.
But when pushed, the lock will break, the scorpion will crawl out, and turn into a snake, biting the attacker with lightning speed, poison flows in, this is a waring you must heed. And when all is done, and all has passed,
The
World
Is
Good
Safe from the wrath, of Scorpio Blood
Ode To The GDF
In the hanger
By land, air or sea
Watching the globe like a cat ready to pounce
A fightinging spirit that never dropped an ounce
A monster approaching? Let it be
It's just a lamb to the slaughter
Fire our guns! Fire our missiles!
Deploy our tanks! Launch our jets!
Come to the target
And make it regret!
They never listen!
Place your bet!
Humans once on top jettisonned to the bottom
Rising up we are now
Name your soldiers and name your battle field
It'll be one hell of a showdown
He dreamed he was eating his shoe
It was brown polyester
With a black strap of leather
To his suprise his dream came true
In the deepness of space
There is a desolate place
It is red
Dreadfully dead...
The planet Mars is the name of place
A portal to a new world, any thing can happen
But when summer ends, this world will be miss-shapen
We'll miss the E-wars and friends
But as TT said, It's the end
But if you think the site is gone, null and void, you are sadly mistaken...
There is always next year...... :D
G: Great
L: Lovable
O:Ozone lair leaving....
B: Beaches get polluted
A: Apocalypse sweeps the earth in eternal flame
L: Life ultimatly goes extinct
Tantilising
Intriuging
The most famous ship in the world, and the most famous ship wreck...
An incredable marvle of sea travel at the time, that took life to bring it to existance
Never again we hope that would happen
Incredable loss of the world
Can we never look down on it and not imagine it as if it never sank? As if it still roamed the sea, carrying passangers today?
The world is at the brink of madness.
Causing each other greif and sadness.
For as long as we lived, we have been engulfed in war.
This is true from the blood red scar.
when you look at the world, you'll see there is no such thing as love and joy...there is no such thing as true happiness....
When I made this topic, the first poem was made to have people laught about it. But now I feel like an idiot. The other day an earth quake shook peru. And about 3 days before what did I do? Made a poem about a man who ate his shoe. From this day no other poem will leave my mind. Locked in there, the idea will die unkind. So long, farewell, I bid you adue,
I'm sorry I did what I did,
insulted the man in Peru....
Look at him climb out of the tree.
Watch as he looks over at me.
He's tired, wants to sleep
Doesn't want to hear a peep
I burst out of the back door, water gun in my hand, He screeches and tries to run, I spray him, he's all wet. He runs up the tree and looks at me, obviously pissed, can you see?
My neighbors cat when he sleeps in my backyard
Run run run, look it here
Look at them run and scream in fear.
They went there as an experiment
They went back for study,it was a straight foward operation, then turned into a rescue mission of torment
Jurassic Park 3 compared to the rest of the series is an embarrassing smear....
My hate of JP3
He sits in the corner oh so quietly, looking, planning. He waits, scanning the area in front of him. He puts his plan into action, bursting out the door in a burst of blond, running. He turns the corner panting. He barks in a bellowing roar, his target screeches, trys to run back up the tree. Swiftly he cuts infront, like a ninja in the shadows. It tries to turn back but its too late. He pins the target down, but its not over as the target fights back, beating his nose like a human punching a shark. He backs off, the target bursting to the tree, jumping up its trunk. He runs after it but its too late...
The world has shattered, each country secluded, seperated, on their own. They struggle to keep peace, some are crashing down all together. Some are kept in the dark, some are way up in the sky. Some ignore the problem, and are clueless to whats going on. Even in this state, the world is still cruel to eacg other. Countries still wage war, steal resoarces from each other. this may seem that the world isn't that shattered, that we still have contact to each other....but it hasn't shattered at all.
Countries locked in the dark, hated despised because of what higher power beleives and what they want us all to beleive.
the problem has rised to an unstoppable rate....and will only get worse....
Depression...
A crushing feeling, your on the spot. Your locked in a box, it gets smaller, smaller, smaller, sadness grows. It consumes you. Your desire to live fades. Your existance is bleak. Your on the spot, a light shines on you, darkness is all you can see. You move foward only to hit an ivisable barrior. The box shrinks. You think about death. You think about how happy you'd be if you got it over with. The sadness pushes on you you push back, you quickly lose the urge to continue....you give in...you do it. You end it...
Suicide..
Exclusion
A feeling of which you are seperated from contanct. People you love and care about seem to be behind an emotional barrior. You try to speak but it seems to that your statement is drowned out by other conversation. Every one is happy in your face while you sit in a dark corner wishing you were in the happy circle. The pain is unbareable. They say pain makes you strong...
In this case...it could, and will kill....
He rises from the water, 100 meters tall.
If earth is in trouble just sream that call
"GODZILLA!"
Is it an alien invasion?
Or impending devastaion?
"GODZILLA!"
A monster on his turf, he'll rise from the surf. He'll fight, unleashing his rage. He'll send the opposer onto a bleak blank page,
"GODZILLA!"
Born from radiation, The greatest sensation "GODZILLA!"
Fueled by nulear energy
Destroying all enemies
"GODZILLA!"
The Invaders
They walk infront of us so clear in sight. Oh very slick, oh very bright. They know your action, and to them, thats enough satisfaction. They can be your friend, all the way to the very end. They can be as important as a pile of old snow in the corner. Yet, even neutral, they impact your lives. The time, the moment of peace that you have is one they give you. Lies and lies flood your mind, and subconsioussly you take it as truth. You are never safe from the invaders
Scorpio Blood (Im a Scorpio, yes)
Scorpio blood, tainted yet pure
Scorpio blood, attractive, as if a lure
Scorpio blood, the gaze peirces your soul
Scorpio blood, it makes you feel like you have taken you're toll
Scorpio blood, under its spell will chaos spill
Scorpio blood, calm and collected
Scorpio blood, coniving and selective
Scorpio blood, friendly when full of spite
Scorpio blood, fear its might.
We are not monsters, we keep the feeling of hate locked up.
But when pushed, the lock will break, the scorpion will crawl out, and turn into a snake, biting the attacker with lightning speed, poison flows in, this is a waring you must heed. And when all is done, and all has passed,
The
World
Is
Good
Safe from the wrath, of Scorpio Blood
Ode To The GDF
In the hanger
By land, air or sea
Watching the globe like a cat ready to pounce
A fightinging spirit that never dropped an ounce
A monster approaching? Let it be
It's just a lamb to the slaughter
Fire our guns! Fire our missiles!
Deploy our tanks! Launch our jets!
Come to the target
And make it regret!
They never listen!
Place your bet!
Humans once on top jettisonned to the bottom
Rising up we are now
Name your soldiers and name your battle field
It'll be one hell of a showdown
Yes metaphors DO rock
