I see there's a "no nudity" rule in effect here. Oh boy, that's going to cut down on some of my artistatry. ::)
Anyway, here's some old crap I've got laying around here and there...
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(Shameless self promotion I suppose) :P
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(While not nudity per se, but if Lucas or any of the staffers feel that it does cross into that boundary by all means feel free to delete these last four.) :)
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And now, for some wordy words! :D
*****
Insomnia:
I just can't seem to sleep,
My mind won't go that deep,
Between awake and dead,
I toss and turn in bed,
So here's my emo rage,
To fill this worthless page,
And deeper now I slip,
Beneath insanity's grip.
*****
Talk To The Hand:
I'd like to hit you badly,
And it's going to be deadly,
But I'll do oh so gladly,
Because I hate your ****ing medley!
*****
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
greenraven posts here,
And so should you too.
*****
The Man In The House
There once was a man who lived in a house,
Who one day went crazy and killed everything including the mouse,
And once everything is said and is done,
This man is now alone and now on the run.
*****
Hyde
One cannot hate a shadow when your brilliant light is cast outward,
For it is it's own singular rule of existence in the imaginable,
So too you cannot hate the very nature of humans, foolish however they be,
Hold them by the hand, be patient with them, and absolve them of their sins.
It is the solitary sacred duty of a shadow.
*****
Emo poems left and right,
In blood and gore they do delight,
The freedom of speech, their sovereign might,
But we all know they ain't quite right.
So here I sit with time to kill,
Reading emo poems is not a thrill,
Those horrid things done not with skill,
My thoughts on this I must instill.
All those things they think are cool,
I think it's time to bring this old skool.
A poems value, it's inner core,
Need not be all about gore,
All these things that we adore,
Those little emos defile without rapport.
They all have it, this thing called time,
But in their heads they have no chime,
In their haste they forget to rhyme,
Making them as much fun as a mime.
Blood and guts, and death galore,
Make me vomit on my floor,
Fright and shock value alone,
Cannot set a decent tone.
One must remember poise and grace,
Or your poem will lose it's face,
How can then be you an artistic ace?
A mind that does not fear to wrought,
Artistic flare, creative thought,
All these things cannot be bought.
Start out small,
Make a goal,
Before you know it, you'll pay your own toll.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you!"
Take your time,
Learn to rhyme,
And soon you'll hear that chime.
Anger here and anger there,
Anger they all come to bear,
Alone these things couldn't fill a cup,
But in the end they do add up.
A little snowflake hits the ground,
Soon after more are bound,
Closer and closer they each fall,
Soon in time they're ready to roll.
Emos, emos, everywhere,
We let them multiply without care.
These little steps they're allowed to take,
And look what happens for pity's sake,
They take a shovel, they take a rake,
They leave bodies in their wake.
Those poems they attempt to make real,
But it's their souls they attempt to seal,
Nothing honest, nothing to feel,
It is reality that they cannot deal.
Their eyes are cold,
Their souls are mold,
It's those damn poems that make them bold.
And what happens in the end?
Do we falter, do we bend?
Oh noes, oh noes, what's this I hear?
Is it panic, is it fear?
Nope, not right, not even close,
It's the SWAT, that's all I knows,
Will they hand over the town?
Or will they take the madman down?
Remember children, take your meds,
And we won't have to call the feds.
*****
The Headache
My head's about to blow,
So I'm just gonna go.
*****
I Am Bored
Oh lord,
Am I bored,
All this lazy,
Is making me crazy,
Um,
Yeah.
I need to end this slump,
And start adding to this dump,
Cuz,
Um,
Yeah.
*****
Ghosts
Ghosts are running through my head,
Clawing at my mind,
Days like these I think I'm dead,
But tomorrow will be kind.
*****
Where there is one word,
There are two,
For you are me,
And I am you,
With you right here,
I'm not alone,
Of all the things,
That you have shown,
Even when I'm far away,
Your words,
Your strength,
They do not sway,
You always know just what to say,
With all those words,
You speak all day.
*****
This isn't funny, I need to stop,
I'm going, way, way over the top.
*****
A sniper's is a waiting game,
We take our time it's no big shame,
We pick a spot and then we wait,
And lure you in with a little bait,
Then we hear you b!tch and whine,
When you cross our little line,
We snipers set our little trap,
We end your life in but a snap,
A sniper's aim is oh so steady,
To take us on you are not quite ready,
We seek the shadows as a ploy,
We make you then our beloved toy. >:3
~ an ode to COD4
*****
God fukken damn it! I just had a realization,
That my artistic skills had a deflation. >_<
It's seems it's been far too long,
Since I've kept my artsy stuff strong. u_u
*****
I am the raven, I work in the dark.
I hide among the hobos, who live in the park.
I'm checking my list, and I'm checking it twice.
I know who's been naughty, and I know who's been nice.
"Reporting a member" isn't used all that often, but granted it makes me start building a coffin.
When my inbox starts to overflow, this little birdy's anger is going to grow.
*****
Thank you thank you ladies and gentlemen, I'll be here all week. Or at least until the buffet runs out. ::)