Love Poems for the Mrs.

id give anything to be one of your tears, to be born in your eye, live on your cheek and die on your lips


'Did you know that average penis size is 6.4inches and that the average vaginal canal is 7.9inches? Therefore.... in this country alone, there is over 17,000 miles of unused virgin pussy' - Poolhall Junkies

^I like that, I heard it somewhere before.
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Smile! (It scares people)

well...I posted this a while ago..but oh well

> try to escape the premade life
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> try to create your pain and strife
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> not one, maybe two
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> watch others walk on you
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> feel weak
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> must speak
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> not wrong or right
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> 'be polite'
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> it's how you fight
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> yeah right
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> chase the light
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> feel dalight
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> agnosticism on the wall
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> take the fall
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> learn to crawl
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> time to pass
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> go to class
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> smoke some grass......?
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> longing past
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> forever dreams
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> ripping slowly at the seams
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> longing love
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> shot dove
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> be happy but feel crappy
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> in a tree maybe sappy?
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> just me
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> with me
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> do i care?
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> lose some hair?
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> try some Nair!
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> fuck tv
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> which feeds
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> off my mediocraity
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> fake needs
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> take weed
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> decreased productivity
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> towards the man
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> comfort in action
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> he has no hands
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> basic satisfaction
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> get a reaction
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> to the end
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> possible attraction
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> my only friend


my favourite line is 'towards the man...he has no hands'....we are the hands of the man.
the only problem with man is that he doesn't know how he ought to live

The more you want something, the less likely it will happen.

stealin and dealin screamin semen like a demon


Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one.

bring Back The 60's!!

yo skipimp, you write that? It has a pretty cool structure aye, statement, statement question and then explaination almost, I like it.

~~Phunkin Phatt Phreerider~~
#Cut the Jibba Jabba Crazy Fools! Start Skiing!#
*Be greatful, everyday, for snow, mountains, gravity and skiing*
@Talent Is Important, But Image Is God!@
%Jesus Is My Homeboy%

yeah i wrote it, glad you like it
the only problem with man is that he doesn't know how he ought to live

The more you want something, the less likely it will happen.

stealin and dealin screamin semen like a demon


Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one.

bring Back The 60's!!

There's a poetry cult open to anyone. If you want in just message me.
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'The art of propaganda lies in understanding the emotional ideas of the great masses and finding, through a psychologically correct form, the way to the attention and thence to the heart of the broad masses.' - A. Hiedler

marty farty had a party and all the farts were there.
when tootie fruity let a beauty the farts went out for air.

if i ever have a girlfriend for more than 6 months ill read her that for our one year anniversary.
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-Steve

'honesty is the best policy. just tell your boss his daughter is one fine piece of ace and she wants your boneware and you feel its only proper that you take her cherry. but not to worry, you'll lube it up and ease it in. like a gentleman.' ~ 221

s m s . s e s s i o n . f o u r

I wrote most of these, they are called
'words to build by'


An Alarmingly Affectionate Affliction with Alliteration

Bountiful Bliss Becomes Brutally Blue with Bullying

Calm Confidence is Crucial to Creative Completion

Dogged Determination Defeats Daily Dilemmas

Efficient Engineering is Exquisitely Excellent

Fruitful Fishing Forgets Foul Facts

Gazing Gives Gratifying Graphic Grasps

Hopes are Heartily Held Honors of Honesty

Irresponsibility Irritates Intellectual Integrity

Jail is a Jittery Jarring Jolt of Justice

Kitchens Kiss of Kindness and Key Karma

Lunch is Learned Lackadaisical Leisure

Magical Musings Move Magnificent Music

Nonsense Negates Noble kNowledge

Most Moments are Momentarily Memorized

Oops is Our Openness to Our Opulent Oversights

Prior Planning Prevents Poor Performance

Quality Questions Quest Quicksilver Quotes

Rage Rapidly Ravages Redeeming Rhetoric

Sleep Sways Snarls into Sweet Silence

Tension Torments Tedious Tiny Tasks

Uniqueness is Universal

Vision is a Valuable View of Victorious Viability

Wicked Whipping Winds Whet the Wish of Warmth

eXoneration from eXclusion eXudes eXstacy

Your Yearnings Yield Your Youth

Zany Zealous Zigzags Zip the Zodiac




hey yo its three thousand thirty...

ah man, i have this awsome poem, its about those wwoden moose m&m dispensers. you push its head down, and it craps um out. i got an A with it in creative writing to. not saved on my harddrive though, so i cant post it.






Lets go skiing

damn if a guy wrote me ad ecent love poem i think id shit myself out of sheer joy
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Smile! (It scares people)

heres abunch i dug out from a poetry project for school.


The jazzy blues swim through my head.
Thoughts are good, but relax instead.
Sitting here. Winding down the day.
This moment is perfect, in a most unconventional way.
If only every second of every day,
Could be just the same.
The world would be a nicer place,
And people could see with a better face.
My mind is set in a dreamy way,
I feel sleep is needed,
Just not today.
But hey, who knows,
I might find this place.
When I hit the pillow, or when I wake.
Good night today,
Ill see you tomorrow,
Before the sun breaks.



Anger erupts,
Fire-breath corrupts.
Tornado’s rage,
Destroys the feelings laid.
Strike like lightning,
Leaving dark scars.

Feeling monsoons,
Blow away the pain.
Storms of tears, and
Thunderous screams

Are precursors
To much eviler things.




Summer nights dreams,
Summer nights dreams,
Fresh clean air, n
Dirty bedsheets.
Summer nights breeze
Kisses my check
As I drift away from reality.
To aplace where I can be everything I see
Deep in my mind in a summer night’s sea.

Heavy eyelids
Lead to things I love to see.
Dreams of girls, places, and my favorite things.
It lets me wake with a big happy grin,
Wishing I could do it all over again.
Wanting more,
Summer nights dreams.



When we were born,
We were given a fresh canvas.
Brushes were supplied,
And we painted our spirits on the wall.

After years of this craft,
I feel I’m on the right track.
My portrait will never be finished,
But it’s beginning to look like me.
I think I am on the path,
That leads to the most beautiful picture of all.

This is my journey,
To find out who I am.
I think I am pleased, with who I am becoming.


The darkness curves, cutting deep.
With white, the darkness fights.
Seriating the battle ground,
It extends where light cant reach.
Taking its time,
With evil lines,
Its sharp bite, ruins minds.
Devilish deception, stealing lives.
The attack continues,
Yet it never dies.
The black keeps burning,
Glowing in the night.
You cant turn it away,
no matter how hard you try.







Lets go skiing