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Poems about weird
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Booger picks boogers / and...flicks 'em! / His friend Boogie / catches boogers / and eats 'em. / Now Booger is sad; / he thought they / wer
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and this handle that I'm gripping
is all I got, and it's slipping
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Malevolent butterflies shred / the pink tissue of his gut. / / His mind rapidly darts from / one innocuous trivial ism to another. / / H
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I'm stuck here, / entangled in this web, / of this there is no doubt. / / Leaking my insides, like acid, / its an affront, but you seem to like it. / / Questioning time, / wonderless oblivion / seeping though the cracks and / there
by RoisinDubh
75 words, 5 comments,
on Nov 9 7:00 PM 2008. In Dark, Life, Society, Weird, Angst, Thoughts, Rant, Fantasy, Pain, Depression, Sadness
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We invite you to come on a journey of the mind.
by Brian Balzer
503 words, 14 comments,
on Nov 8 4:23 AM 2008. In Weird, Fantasy, Thoughts, Imagery, Abstract, Perception, Death, Life, Free verse. Reward
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This is the story of Stinky Bill. / A man who's smell would make you ill. / A terrible voice that sounds so shrill. / He truly is a freak. / / Bill lives in a shack dingy and dark, / a place you wouldn't want embark. / A dog guards it with
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Yellow poem / / To all,hello / I`m a fellow / who will bellow / I LOVE YELLOW. / / Like And But Poem / / Some words i do not / like,like
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What if we are completely wrong / And life is nothing that it seems? / All the theories we cannot prove / What says they are remotely close? / What if all our equations / Just fit it all by chance? / The same chance that / Could create the h
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Written for the one / who knows the meaning / knew the begining. / Life is like a game / everyone is playing / / The gameboard never / is the same / Rules that always / seem to change / almost enough to / drive you insane. / /
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In early year my mind was filled, / with helplessness and rage. / I kept myself from growing up, / by constructing my own cage. / / I knew
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Oh GEEZ, / Where are my KEYS?! / I can't remember, / I'm down on my knees! / Not under there, / Or under that either! / By the time I fin
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Two sisters once were born: / / Grotwurt was a foul looking girl, / Born with no airs or graces, / Whose breath could stun a buffalo / At near three hundred paces; / Her nose was full of bogies, / Her teeth were cracked and brown, / Her h
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Boy grew from a mothball / In the closet of the house / Of Mrs Pevensie the widow. / / Boy grew to be an oddball / And moved under the hou
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Syrup Boy loved sugar in whatever form it came, / From candy canes to ice cream, he ate sweetness everyday. / He’d have éclairs for breakfa
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"SO YA".... / *CLEAR THROAT* / "UMMM"...... / "WELL IT'S JUST THAT" / "THERE IS SOMETHING....." / *SIGH* / / / IT'S RIGHT THERE, READY 2
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There once was a boy born hollow and vacant, / With skin made of bark, but nothing within. / His folks named him Marcus, Marcus the Giant,
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by marcusmoore
169 words, 28 comments,
on Jul 10 7:38 AM 2008. In Adult, Love, Free Verse, Rant, Life, Rhyme, Weird, Alliteration, Loss, Lost Love
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Stand by your brain
Give it lots of books to read
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I see the seed I sow / I am the seed I sow / this drug is a treat / without it I cannot dream / of you / / I drink / soon overcome / by s
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Sing a song of silliness,
Entertain amusing ambuscades.
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of the MP3 you made me entitled “Rapes For Sale,”
which was followed by the sequel “(used) Dildos For Sale.”
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He said you tasted like tar, Poppy
After we gave him CPR, Poppy
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It's a world of darkness / but that's why you left your clothes / on the floor. / / Throw off reality. / Sit down and spread your / typing fingers / curl up the others, relax. / Ignore the skeletons / of guilt / lodged in your consc
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I could rescue my iPod charger
from the clutches of the salsa.
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97 percent of bees are female. The males are solely utilized for copulation, but I remain unconvinced because how could
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So nearby, who must observe with longing and
Yet cannot partake, as their jaws have likely rotted.
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