Thank you, Sunset. Someone needed to tell them that.

quote:

Originally posted by FreeMarketLover:
Crazy liberals;
you smell.
Dirty Hippies;
you smell.
Trampish druggies;
you smell.
Idiot PeTAs;
you smell.
Stop feeling and telling us
you know how to think.
Keep bogarting the idiocy
you mindless rat fink.
Cut your dreadlocks and bathe
dirty hippie you stink.

Stop plauging this topic with pointless bull****.
-Sunset

quote:

Originally posted by FreeMarketLover:
Crazy liberals;
you smell.
Dirty Hippies;
you smell.
Trampish druggies;
you smell.
Idiot PeTAs;
you smell.
Stop feeling and telling us
you know how to think.
Keep bogarting the idiocy
you mindless rat fink.
Cut your dreadlocks and bathe
dirty hippie you stink.

You know, I've heard rumors that this is quickly gaining popularity within the University of Colorado - Boulder community as a potential replacement for the fight song.

Dude....I should write something soon. Oh I don't have time anymore........I wish.

Risk, I really love it. It feels like there are a lot of emotions crammed in there. Nice.

The Path Found

Trampled with steps of hope
Crossed by paths of restless
I saw this route in front of me
And so grew the need to confess
That I have not wandered far from my life
Only two steps out of my way
One for the unknown and the secrets
The second to secure in my mind this day
Above they flew birds of ten
And lathered with grass below
The ground stood still to hold my feet
So I might reach to the birds that know
I might ask the course of the brook
How to judge the terrain of the life I took
Might it be me that I had walked around
And deep within the path walked found
To the end I could not journey.
Despite all the wanderlust and yearning,
So I sat for a spell and warily drifted down,
The road that is lost when the path is found.

FML thinks the liberal smells
Yes you tell them FML..you tell
I got the problem with the CEO
who think they da bomb so
why don't we stop it all
you know, the lieing and all
I don't have a problem with the corporations
but the ones who do should go in the bin
Yeah 'the bin' is british slang
I'm not a part of a gang.

Crazy liberals;
you smell.
Dirty Hippies;
you smell.
Trampish druggies;
you smell.
Idiot PeTAs;
you smell.
Stop feeling and telling us
you know how to think.
Keep bogarting the idiocy
you mindless rat fink.
Cut your dreadlocks and bathe
dirty hippie you stink.

Italian, I have often heard poems and have often cried, yet none have brought me to my knees in utter amazement. Thank God for you, Thank God.

This is one of my poems I wrote one day in class:


Did you ever know that once you set a foot out that door my heart broke into a thousand pieces?

Did you ever know that I loved you so much it made me cry?

I guess you didn't since you left me without saying good-bye

Was there another girl that you loved besides me?

Or was it that you thought that I didn't love you enough?

If so, I did I loved you so much that I would die for you

But, I guess that you didn't feel that way too

Did you see what I saw between us?

I guess not since you left me standing there

Also, we always said that we loved eachother but I guess you didn't mean it

Your friends always asked you if you were happy with me you said yes

But, I guess you lied because you left me standing in the rain

Wondering if you ever did like me or if you were using me

Because you loved me until you saw that girl in the hallway at school

By the way I guess I was just wasting my time trying to love you the best I can

But, I guess I didn't try hard enough

Everyday I think about you and I break in two I can't get your picture out of my head

I don't uderstandwhy you walked away when I tried asking you what I did

But, I understand why you did that now

You should of judt told me that you didn't love me anymore

That probably wouldn't help me anymore than this

But, it doesn't matter because all I wanted from you was just a few answers

Well I will say one thing you never did

I love you forever and for always

But, you don't understand

So now it's time to say good-bye

quote:

Originally posted by CelticNewAger:
Only in YN have I ever met guys that act like PMSing 12-year-olds.

You always come up with the best comments to describe a situation. I agree.

lobochick: Thanks!

Escape



Nightmares are no longer hidden.
They come to play in my mind.
How do I escape?
I can’t wake up!

Dreams are no longer possible.
They are filled with pain.
How will I sleep?
I must escape them!

Sorrow no longer helps.
It won’t help me escape.
Why can I not leave?
I will not cry!

Life no longer escapes.
It drowns in my blood.
Why does it still stir?
I won’t forget!

My Escape



7-27-04



Here's one of last year... haven't typed up any of the newest ones yet. Tell me what you think.

quote:

.If you click back you'll find two more that I like better called "Algebra (Eavesdropping)" and "Love is Immortal." The latter is my personal fave.

I also like Love is Immortal alot.

And if you, any of you don't mind a little feedback woild be nice.
Thanks, BEX

This probably isn't considered poetry but I think I kindof need to get some balance back here. BTW I didn't write this.

Out in Hollywood the paper money rolls
They feed their egos instead of their souls
A million here, a million there
A mindless corporate dance
Gettin' paid for ****in' off in the south of France

They don't do the shows
But they act like the stars
They fly around in G-4's and suck on big cigars
It ain't about the talent
It ain't about the skill
It's all about the silly stupid horse**** deal!

notsojoey, I have often considered a professional career on stage, yet I fear that my raw yet elegent style would be censored. Therefore, I remain an amatuer writing for the sake of art.

quote:

gar blah gar gar duh meha abortion
gar blah gar dar fedum snida gay rights
gar blah mund fump dif nud election fraud
(SILENCE)
GAR BLARG DEEF FIN SLO FARD MUNK CLINTON IS GOD
DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH MAUHDA I HAVE NO EVIDENCE TO BACK UP MY ERRONEOUS CLAIMS
BLARK DERF NEA SHON BLAH GAR...peta

Brilliant, Brilliant, Brilliant.

I wonder, have you ever considered doing monologues on a stage?

An ode to liberals:

gar blah gar gar duh meha abortion
gar blah gar dar fedum snida gay rights
gar blah mund fump dif nud election fraud
(SILENCE)
GAR BLARG DEEF FIN SLO FARD MUNK CLINTON IS GOD
DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH MAUHDA I HAVE NO EVIDENCE TO BACK UP MY ERRONEOUS CLAIMS
BLARK DERF NEA SHON BLAH GAR...peta

Notsojoey, FML, Bushsupporter, today I join the ranks of artist with you....

Greed Greedy Greedy Man
Thinks he always has the plan
Buys a lot of silver and gold
Never does what he is told
But why does society still call him bold?

Only in YN have I ever met guys that act like PMSing 12-year-olds.

quote:

Originally posted by FreeMarketLover:
Feelings, Emotion;
Liberal fuel.
Hard work, Rationale;
Conservative gruel.

Success, esteem;
Liberals bain.
irrational conclusions;
conservatives refrain.

Happiness, tradition;
a liberal irate.
Happiness, tradition;
conservatives elate.

lol...Original poem thats for sure.