I love puns... I make them up all the time... here are a few I've made up in the past. Some people laugh, some people stare at me, and some people threaten me... so I guess it all depends on whether or not you like puns.

What do you call a vampire with a cold?
Nosfer-ACHOO!

How can you tell an evil cow from a good cow?
Evil cows have moo-staches!

What does the moon eat off of?
Satellight dishes!

What did one earth giant say to the other?
I don't understand why you drive a levvy, I prefer a fjord!

Actually I thought of this one one day while I was doing mindless menial labor that let me think of horrible puns.

I'm not entirely sure where that came from, but have fun rolling that hoop down the lane with a stick (kidding kidding... enjoy basketball or whatever)

Where did we come from?
the eternal question
of five year olds
and philosophers...

one answer is simple
the other complex,
yet we use the same words
to confuse the issue

Where did we come from?
An egg?
An Amoeba?
From space?

Perhaps only the most recent souls know
or the ones a half step from death,
but neither has words nor time
to explain it to us

"When mommy and daddy love each other very much"
who's to say there were no Gods,
taking time to love,
to explain why it's the one thing we're all searching for...

and the one thing we forget...

"Love thy neighbor"
do you love him,
or do you loooove him,
it's never specified

choose what you will,
the eyes of time are upon you,
but those eyes I think,
are in a face, with deep laughlines

laugh at your mistakes
you've got one life,
or so they say
so live it

Having never heard from the divine
I think it's safe to say
they'd understand
all the misunderstandings

We are an eternal joke
chasing our own tails
and always begging the question
"Where did we come from?"
and
"Where the hell are we going?"

Meh, nevermind all. I probably won't get the real answers I'm looking for here. I'm just going to live my life by my own code for now, and if I find out I'm wrong in the end... well, let's hope he's as forgiving as they say...

We can and do talk to God all the friggen time. At least, that was what I was lead to believe... that's what prayer is supposed to be for, right?

Nice.

I am serious about figuring out how I want to look at the world. Do I want to do it through the lense of a certain religion? Or do I want to just give up, because I've been so discouraged by religious assholes who mock my honest attempts to figure things out.

By the way, forget the friggen title here people... that's not what the real issue is about. I know it's stupid. What I'm really trying to ask, is whether there's a religion that believes christ existed without believing that he is the one and only "son of God."

There once was a man, and even though he was raised in the city, his father used to be a cheese maker, and his father before him.
One day, sick of his office job, he decides to move into the country, and take up the living of his forefathers. Thing is, he has no clue how to make cheese.
He goes to his neighbor Juan to ask for help. Juan tells him "You must take the whey" (knowing full well the whey is what you take OUT to make cheese) "and mix it with the other ingredients to make cheese, here, I'll sell you some for just $1,000"
Thinking he got a good deal, the man goes back and tries to make cheese. Of course, he fails miserably.
Confused, he calls up his father and asks "How do you make cheese?"
His father tells him "Well first off, it's best to start with milk straight from the udder"
"Well," says the son, "I'm determined to make cheese, Juan's whey or an Udder!"

YES I know there are other religions, I'm not stupid. I just can't figure out which one I fit into, if I fit into one at all. I've tried researching, I just don't know what I'm looking for okay?

Also, what's with all the frigging flowers... they look like they're mocking me.

Then what's the in between? Is there an in between? I mean, I think the man probably existed, therefore, in some way I believe in christ... I just don't think he was the one and only. I don't know. I'm just at that "what the heck am I doing with my life?" phase, and I'm trying to figure things out. People usually just shut me down about religious questions, like you're doing, and it gets frustrating.

I like a lot of core beliefs about christianity... love thy neighbor, don't kill people etc. But I just don't get the obsession with Jesus. It just seems weird that God would say "hold no other idols before me" and yet so many christians pray to Jesus directly instead of God... To me, I just don't think he was that big of a deal. I mean, I know he was regarded as "God's son," but aren't we all "children of God?" What if the real reason he was here was just to let us know we could all preform miracles? He says "believe in me" and miricals happen, Peter even almost walked on water... what if by "believe in me" he just meant believe in God, or in a higher power, and you can do anything?

I must admit, I was a little distracted by the caps, but it had good rhyme, and good rhythem, so I applaud you.

I love how with poetry, you can write in secret things about your life, and no one will ever know unless they know you very well. You put a peice of your life on a page, and let people interpret it as they will. Poetry just runs in my veins some days.

Very nice... I especially liked the first 3 or 4 verses, they had nice imagery. Very well done, bravo!

a pallendromian concept
of a circular circumspect world
has me going round and round
a dizzying proposition

tilt me, tease me,
coasting down the rails
this heartbeat's for you
I just keep circling back

the gyroscopic motion of my mind
like undulating ocean waves
has me entranced
and I stand and stare at nothing

movies inside my mind
I draw swirls on my arm,
without realizing
and I'm running out of room

room for thought, room for speech,
room even for some lost virgin
ideas leak out my ears
perfect puddles on the floor

two steps foreward,
one step back into ideas I'd thought I'd left behind
Like an annoying song,
my palindrome is stuck in my mind

I dunno. It's all personal style I think. I'm too... spazzy to be meticulous about punctuation in poetry...

... There's not much "clean" about hiding in trees either. Also, I keep reading it, and I can't figure out where I'd want to put in other punctuation. I like a freer flow... in fact, I may go back and actually take away some punctuation at the end.

I dunno. It's all personal style I think. I'm too... spazzy to be meticulous about punctuation in poetry...

... There's not much "clean" about hiding in trees either. Also, I keep reading it, and I can't figure out where I'd want to put in other punctuation. I like a freer flow... in fact, I may go back and actually take away some punctuation at the end.

I keep seeing the title of this thread and thinking it's about hairbrushes from France or something... haha... I need more sleep.

I'm 20 and I STILL love hiding in trees. I miss my treehouse...