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Two weeks ago, I wrote a poem,
about the girl who took my breath away
It's what I'd want her to read,
if I couldn't find the words to say

I'm proud of the poem,
I wrote it when I felt passionate--at my best,
It speaks what I want to say better than usual
I'll try and enter it in a contest

Whether you'll like it, I can't guarentee it,
but in the next post is where you can see it

"In My Dreams"

It’s a strange and awful thing to feel,
When it’s what you feel that’s forbidden,
As hard as you try to push it back
Those feelings just don’t remain hidden

It’s like you’ve had too much coffee,
And your throat keeps staying dry,
You want to tell her, you want her to know
You want to hear the same reply

But too many lives would be ruined
Including hers and yours,
So thoughts of running away together,
Are forced back behind closed doors

But you know when you see her smile,
And she’s knows when you smile back,
That you have a connection between you,
And that’s something nothing will crack

The feeling remains and does not go away,
So I say don’t even try,
Although some lines may be uncrossable,
Refuse to say goodbye

It’s hard to label a connection
Or a moment with staying power
But whatever it is, while it’s here
Don’t allow it to go sour

To everyone else who doesn’t know,
Nothing will be what it seems,
Although they can’t know, I’m telling you now,
You’re with me in my dreams

It's very lovely, Cobiekins
Totally heartful prose
About someone new you might like
I've sure been there, Lord knows.

Curiosity kills a lot of love
In our younger days when we're meaner
The unknown surely is tempting
But that grass is seldom greener.

I know I'm not your big brother
Or the boss of you
But be really really REALLY sure
When you decide what to do.

I always leave poetry to the professionals.

Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"–but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more–no more–no more-"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

Edgar Allan Poe - To One in Paradise

In the last five years,
we've come to know each other,
and I like to think of you, Lash,
as something of an older brother

I take your words gladly,
and will consider your advice,
I'm happy that I can talk about it here,
it's really kind of nice

As for my current situation, don't worry too much about,
I'm sure that eventually I'll figure it out

And I'm confident that you
Will make the right decision

For not only were you blessed with looks
But some serious smarts were you also given!

Of course, there's this old standby
It's very true, I'm certain:
"I can do anything I want;
What they don't know won't hurt 'em".

This was true for me for a long while
Of that you should have no doubt
But I really got stupid with it
And was eventually found out.

loneliness kills
i believe
no hope exists
in this place

mind in flux
rolls the dice
loses again
i'm not surprised

pain of mind
pain of heart
nothing is there
in the night
or so i think
since i'm deaf and blind

walls of mind
of heart of soul
protect and shield
and kill
i know

Love comes and goes,
a long time it may take
but your too great guy,
so hang in there Drake,

It sucks to be lonely,
this I know too,
but I'm relatively certain
that it'll be love that finds you

love's a duck
it quacks and quacks
i don't understand
what the F**k???

i wait for this duck
to make me whole
but it's just a friggin duck, y'know?
so what am i, a schmuck??

quack quack quack
quack quack quack
i'm just being a fool
thinking a duck gives a F**k

Jumped by goons?
Counting his dubloons?
Chasing the raccoons?
Eating Lorna Doones?
Where is that wide-bottomed Senor
And his famous pantaloons?

Had quite a bit to drink?
But not quite feeling sick?
In that fun mood when your tipsy,
Like Frunt-o-holic?

Had a tryst.
What a kick!
Now I'm jist
Morning sick!

Sisters, sisters everywhere!
Pregnant Miss T in Cobalt's hair?
Just what is really going on here?
And which lass should Cobie no longer go near?

Sadly Cobie didn't heed warnigns nor listen
And now Miss Terious will often sicken.
While enjoying ladies' pleasures completely at random
In the future perhaps he'll try wearing a condom.

If EDE's new doo has a life of it's own,
It must be sent to the Phantom Zone,
and as punishment for all of it's sins,
Leap Year Lass gets to kick EDE in the shins!

We know you space-rawk,
but don't rest on your laurels.
In fact forget your morals,
and let's make people talk!

Projectra, battling a deadly plague
Wears her suit so glam'rous
I'm a much more practical lass
I prefer my space-pajamas.

It's not the same when Teeds is out of the loop,
If I knew how to make it, I'd send chicken soup

Does anyone else watch SEALAB
On Cartoon Network?
It gets blown up every episode
And the characters?
Each one's a jerk!

I've seen an episode or two,
and laughed hysterically of course,
but my favorite cartoon show
is Aqua Teen Hunger Force!

An Ode to Lightning Lad (Garth Ranzz)

Hotblooded young man,
You leap head first into danger's maw.
Devoted husband,
Your love stands the test of Imra's flaw.

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And for good measure...


Violent Violet, where have you gone?

Violent Violet,
Where have gone.
You were just a meek little poster,
Where did you go wrong?

You listened,
You listened to the voice.
Everyone’s sad,
Only I can rejoice.

Now hear me,
This is where I gloat,
I needed your body,
So I cut your throat.

Your soul is gone,
With the puddle of red.
Your soul is gone,
Now you are dead.

But your body is used,
So do not fear.
By the spirit of Morgause,
I AM HERE!!!

POPPIN' HOTTIES!!
Now twice I'll yell...
I think Geoff Johns is HOT
Can you tell?


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