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Heavenscent
FUCKIN' YAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!
Boredom and one of my friends help provided the world with this majestic sonnet:
TRANSEXUAL HEALING
Although thou art the most enchanting chick,
With gigantic awe-inspiring bust;
I nearly swooned when I beheld your dick
And excessively vomit I did must
It gave me respiratory demise, so oft
Every time thou dost come to me, nigh
Attemptst to mushroom bruise me tenderly soft
But almost impalest me through the right eye
Though on thy huge schlong I violently choked
I love thee from now until all will end;
For a rather comforting thought provoked
Shows me double sexéd are heaven sent
So in thy enormous breast I smother,
Ye, the manlike image of my mother
TRANSEXUAL HEALING
Although thou art the most enchanting chick,
With gigantic awe-inspiring bust;
I nearly swooned when I beheld your dick
And excessively vomit I did must
It gave me respiratory demise, so oft
Every time thou dost come to me, nigh
Attemptst to mushroom bruise me tenderly soft
But almost impalest me through the right eye
Though on thy huge schlong I violently choked
I love thee from now until all will end;
For a rather comforting thought provoked
Shows me double sexéd are heaven sent
So in thy enormous breast I smother,
Ye, the manlike image of my mother
Regna
Everytime i die
nice poems, pretty cool thread! i want to post mine too but it's all in spanish so i have to translate them...
Here is one of Charles Baudelaire that i really like (frm the book Flowers of evil):
A Carcass
My love, do you recall the object which we saw,
That fair, sweet, summer morn!
At a turn in the path a foul carcass
On a gravel strewn bed,
Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,
Burning and dripping with poisons,
Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way
Its belly, swollen with gases.
The sun shone down upon that putrescence,
As if to roast it to a turn,
And to give back a hundredfold to great Nature
The elements she had combined;
And the sky was watching that superb cadaver
Blossom like a flower.
So frightful was the stench that you believed
You'd faint away upon the grass.
The blow-flies were buzzing round that putrid belly,
From which came forth black battalions
Of maggots, which oozed out like a heavy liquid
All along those living tatters.
All this was descending and rising like a wave,
Or poured out with a crackling sound;
One would have said the body, swollen with a vague breath,
Lived by multiplication.
And this world gave forth singular music,
Like running water or the wind,
Or the grain that winnowers with a rhythmic motion
Shake in their winnowing baskets.
The forms disappeared and were no more than a dream,
A sketch that slowly falls
Upon the forgotten canvas, that the artist
Completes from memory alone.
Crouched behind the boulders, an anxious dog
Watched us with angry eye,
Waiting for the moment to take back from the carcass
The morsel he had left.
And yet you will be like this corruption,
Like this horrible infection,
Star of my eyes, sunlight of my being,
You, my angel and my passion!
Yes! thus will you be, queen of the Graces,
After the last sacraments,
When you go beneath grass and luxuriant flowers,
To molder among the bones of the dead.
Then, O my beauty! say to the worms who will
Devour you with kisses,
That I have kept the form and the divine essence
Of my decomposed love!
Here is one of Charles Baudelaire that i really like (frm the book Flowers of evil):
A Carcass
My love, do you recall the object which we saw,
That fair, sweet, summer morn!
At a turn in the path a foul carcass
On a gravel strewn bed,
Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,
Burning and dripping with poisons,
Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way
Its belly, swollen with gases.
The sun shone down upon that putrescence,
As if to roast it to a turn,
And to give back a hundredfold to great Nature
The elements she had combined;
And the sky was watching that superb cadaver
Blossom like a flower.
So frightful was the stench that you believed
You'd faint away upon the grass.
The blow-flies were buzzing round that putrid belly,
From which came forth black battalions
Of maggots, which oozed out like a heavy liquid
All along those living tatters.
All this was descending and rising like a wave,
Or poured out with a crackling sound;
One would have said the body, swollen with a vague breath,
Lived by multiplication.
And this world gave forth singular music,
Like running water or the wind,
Or the grain that winnowers with a rhythmic motion
Shake in their winnowing baskets.
The forms disappeared and were no more than a dream,
A sketch that slowly falls
Upon the forgotten canvas, that the artist
Completes from memory alone.
Crouched behind the boulders, an anxious dog
Watched us with angry eye,
Waiting for the moment to take back from the carcass
The morsel he had left.
And yet you will be like this corruption,
Like this horrible infection,
Star of my eyes, sunlight of my being,
You, my angel and my passion!
Yes! thus will you be, queen of the Graces,
After the last sacraments,
When you go beneath grass and luxuriant flowers,
To molder among the bones of the dead.
Then, O my beauty! say to the worms who will
Devour you with kisses,
That I have kept the form and the divine essence
Of my decomposed love!
Heavenscent
FUCKIN' YAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!
murderedbysound
MurderedbySound
i have written close to 50 more poems since i lost about 50 plus others so here it goes
Shadowed By Death
Death!
Is the only feeling you should know
Death!
Is the fear you should be hiding from
Death!
Is the praise I follow in
So run from me and you will see
How long you wont live
To take my sword and cut your throat
Like cutting butter, blood sprays on my face
It tastes so good, the blood of a human
Fuck what you believe in
Your god will not save you now
I will cast you upon the depths of hell
Take you to Satan and watch you die
Follow your shadow to your grave
And keep your soul inside me
I will bury you in the ground
I watched you bleed
I watched you suffer
I know what I must do
So look at me right before you die
I see the fear in your eyes
Shadowed By Death
Death!
Is the only feeling you should know
Death!
Is the fear you should be hiding from
Death!
Is the praise I follow in
So run from me and you will see
How long you wont live
To take my sword and cut your throat
Like cutting butter, blood sprays on my face
It tastes so good, the blood of a human
Fuck what you believe in
Your god will not save you now
I will cast you upon the depths of hell
Take you to Satan and watch you die
Follow your shadow to your grave
And keep your soul inside me
I will bury you in the ground
I watched you bleed
I watched you suffer
I know what I must do
So look at me right before you die
I see the fear in your eyes
JacksonRR-3
I just pooped.
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