there are these eyes that pierce my computer screen
they know what i meen
whatever i say.
never looking away
not even blinking
they seem to know exactly what im thinking
this connection
is my current addiction

when i start to drown they save me from sinking
pulling me away from self harm
like an outstreched arm
or a friendly face
in my lonely place
they see the truth
of a miss spent youth
its uncomfortably strange
but its down to you
this change
my new outlook on life
my veiw of a wife
this new desire
brings me out of the self lit fire
ever higher and higher

see i found new purpose
i no longer felt worthless
but the enevitable end will be rough
it will happen soon enough
back to the black
back to this life of crap
i may be the lyrical bruce lee
but tonight, im sure you can see
the words just elude me

because its come so soon
the happyness dripping through my fingers
as i scrabble around trying to save it
nothing there
but an empty stare
my beautifull rose
please dont let those eyes close

Nice

Wow, that was great.

I didn't know you swung that way???...





JK

awesome write!!!

it swings all over the place
you might want to be carefull
or i`ll swing it in your face
and give you 2 black eyes
so you look like a panda
then i can say im helping the panda population
as i bum you
you ginger pubed irish impersonater
right im out
but i`ll be back, just like the terminater
thanks to you girls... except the hater
see you later
...... ummmm... alergater

from killer potatoes to this ~ we all have many colors ~ very nice

Very COOL man,,,

Very nice.

Deep............

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

where the *** has that gone
i knew something had to go wrong
it always does when i enter the kitchen
all these apliances have got me twitchin
i`ll have to look inside the bin
just to check how many were suposed to be in
the, ahh heres the packet, yep ther were 6
but now on my plate theres only 5
bloody saussage, wheres it hideing
lovely sack, filled with meat
ill bloody find it, i wont be beat
hmm let me think
the cooker is by the sink
so around that area it probably fell
ill get on my knees and try and smell
a ha! its behind the washing machine
but oh no! it looks sort of green
its covered in fluff
thats okay, ill rub it off
yep, thats good enough
with a self satisfaction, i turn around
just in time to see my plate hit the ground
your haveing a laugh, FOR FUKS SAKE!!
please forgive me god, im about to sin
my saussages are gone, and the dog has a grin

this distance is
obvious, not in
time or length but
in mind and action
something changed,
something i dont
like, its almost
certainly my fault
and its consumeing
my days, makeing
it hard to even
get up, and
impossible to stay
focused on what
im doing. so im
trying to write a
piece in the style
of an interesting and
different poet, from this
site but i fear its
just not working as it
should, more like a
letter from my mind
and im sure im just
wasteing my time in
persueing what is
actually a form of
showing that my mind
is undoing

Aww, that's sweet. She's a lucky girl, whoever she is, I'd love for someone to feel that way about me.

they`re all fictional calleigh, no more meaning than potatoes or saussages.... i dont have a dog

Wow, you are really good then, killer imagination. I'd still love it if a guy felt that way about me, but oh well.

im the roveing reporter
i roam from town to town
and if you think your stories hot
im sure to play it down
but if your tortoise lost a leg
and now rolls around on a wheel instead
then i`ll make you a hero
a saint of your village
a god of stuff that people love
and then i`ll take you to a cliff
and drop you off the edge
because you cant be here too long
even tho you protest its wrong
cos now its time for a chiken
who can play a banjo
he plucks and clucks like status quo
so your time is up
let the chiken have a go
i know this one is bad
but this is my thread and notepad
so please dont reply
i dont want to read your lie
you all smell like poo
doopy doopy doo

boobies are great
boobies are fun
i like to lick boobies
with my tounge

in the middle a nipple
like an island of pleasure
around the odd ripple
we finger surf for leisure




some men will lie
and say its the bum
but we all know
its boobs that are fun

big bouncy mellons
like two naughty fellons
surgerys not needed
to achive perfect cleavage



we love them the same
great big bazookers
or small pert and tame
we just love hooters
its the way we were made

so make a mans day
and jiggle them
his wa`hey