yummyC write your favorite (or one of them) poem....written by you I

unhinged dramatic_irony 020128
kill me i know what you're thinking
you stupid, selfish girl
alcoholic mentality
narcotic, beautiful girl
you think that you can turn it around
cause nothing is as bad as it seems
you think that you can get by
with your stupid, selfish dreams
____dream it away
____throw it away
____piss it away
____piss it all away
piss away the non-existent love you've got
piss away the non-existent pain you've got
you'll never do it in time
stupid, selfish girl

driven to excess by love
driven to tears by something else
you can't even open your eyes and
see what you've done to yourself

i know what you're thinking
you stupid, selfish girl
alcoholic mentality
stupid, selfish, beautiful girl
narcotic, beautiful girl
stupid, selfish girl

[written 07|13|00. not exactly a poem. not exactly my favorite. not a great piece of writing, either. just something.]
distorted tendencies the one that floats upon the tone of your whispers, the feel of your touch. 020129
Toxic_Kisses Sometimes I kinda feel like sand
when Islipping through your fingers,
and pouring from the sides of your hands.
When itheavy with flight in the wind
or cool and impressionable between my toes
and maybe
on a sun filled day,
every grain might even out the lines of your soul.
Sometimes I kinda feel like sand
when Ione foot in two directions,
like between water and land,
or, heaven and earth...
southwest and northwest,
or, living
yet dying.
Like sand...
a link to a life you didn't really notice,
till the wind picked up,
and thrust it in your eyes.
And I feel
like every falling grain
is a fading day.
And I like sand,
leave in you only dry memories in residues of dust...
when I slipped through your fingers,
and fell
from the sides of your hands.
I kinda feel like sand.
unhinged i like that tk 020129
phil 锦 瑟
god tiny_apes 020130
MollyCule magentic north

that was me, spinning in circles
i am my own orbit
i've got poles, baby
magnetic north, my new name
call me anything you want
i make a new me daily
i peel myself open
trip on the power of pain
hold blade to flesh
trying to stop floating away
from this life
i never asked for
or appreciated
when i lived it alone
this is me,
setting fires/destroying/twisting
a fairy tale out of metal
my world is a gillette
double blade
i don't even notice it anymore
DannyH If your breasts

If your breasts
are too big
you'll fall over.
Unless you wear a rucksack.

Ivor Cutler
Miffey I thought for a while, but I can't think of my favorite. I'm my own worst critic, and I tend to think they all suck after reading them a few times.
But I love other opinions! I have some posted on my web site. Check them out!
lost I rarely read others poetry. i will post my favorite poem that i wrote when i have my book in front of me 020214
Mateo DanyH, The simplicity of that poem is a beauty. Bukowsky has some great ones. 020214
Mateo Let me not to the marrige of true minds admit impediments, love is not love which alters when it alteration findsa or bends with the remover to remove.

oh no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken, it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth unknown although its hight be taken.

Love is not times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within its bending sikles compass como, love alters not whith breef hours or weeks, but bears it out even til the end of time.

If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare
paste! sad

often we are sad animals.
bored dogs, monkeys getting rained on.

-robert hass
(fave REALLY SHORT poem)
pushpins bloated_evening_sky 020314
Casey The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot. It's long, I'll post it here later. 020331
jane go to
whitechocolatewalrus hot pink cows
might be thought of as
but i am a hot pink cow
and i love
hot pink cows
my best friend is a hot
pink cow, too
we can't think how
it happened though
my mom is a bright purple cow
and my dad
is a screamin green cow
all i know
is if i were
blue i would only love
Jane Doe interesting 031225
jane the_love_song_of_j_alfred_prufrock
In_Bloom Outwitted by Edwin Markham 080823
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