Administrators JoeDirt Posted June 29, 2009 Administrators Share Posted June 29, 2009 roses are red violets are blue !splat thunder should have waited until the page 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ErikFox :) Posted June 29, 2009 Author Share Posted June 29, 2009 thats cool that you took a creative writing course in college N what not. i was obviously kidding about my poems you dont gotta take stuff seriously. im only 16 and write shit on my mind. calm down. i would love to read something you wrote though. and joe... thats good. lol Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators JoeDirt Posted June 29, 2009 Administrators Share Posted June 29, 2009 thats cool that you took a creative writing course in college N what not. i was obviously kidding about my poems you dont gotta take stuff seriously. im only 16 and write shit on my mind. calm down. i would love to read something you wrote though. and joe... thats good. lol i tried Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baska Posted June 29, 2009 Share Posted June 29, 2009 Rofl babe Ok do that for me and create one for me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BloodyGustaf Posted June 29, 2009 Share Posted June 29, 2009 thats cool that you took a creative writing course in college N what not. i was obviously kidding about my poems you dont gotta take stuff seriously. im only 16 and write shit on my mind. calm down. i would love to read something you wrote though. and joe... thats good. lol heheh, Actually I only took it in middle school and and highschool. I'm calm now. It's all good bro and to baska, you want me to make you a poem??? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baska Posted June 29, 2009 Share Posted June 29, 2009 thats cool that you took a creative writing course in college N what not. i was obviously kidding about my poems you dont gotta take stuff seriously. im only 16 and write shit on my mind. calm down. i would love to read something you wrote though. and joe... thats good. lol heheh, Actually I only took it in middle school and and highschool. I'm calm now. It's all good bro and to baska, you want me to make you a poem??? Sure if u want to Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ErikFox :) Posted June 29, 2009 Author Share Posted June 29, 2009 ha lol baska ill try to freestyle a poem for you right now Whos the mortar queen thats in your dreams Shes so good, a bot to you it seems While your the fish and she's the shark She hunts you down and and eats your carc(us) <--- lol i tried While you cry and cry because you leave spawn then die She has you locked down by mortar in her mind She doesnt need a map to find your ass Give her a mortar and some thick grass She'll find your ass and make it soil She will make you so mad you'll want to bite foil Now my poem is coming to an end... Baska owns your ass and thats all that needs to be said. Ha. lol i tried what do you guys think? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
metal_scum Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 0/10 but it refers to baska so its 10/10 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ErikFox :) Posted June 30, 2009 Author Share Posted June 30, 2009 lol of course. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
g.o.a.t. Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 The Dreamy Dream Poem Last night I had a dream. It was a dreamy dream. Rain was falling ever so lightly. The effervescent silver moonlight danced in the air, or some crap like that. And then… I saw something. At first I didn't know what it was. But it turns out it was just this big ugly skank driving a minivan. And she kept swerving over into my lane, almost hitting me, because she was talking on her stupid cell phone that she probably bought from some GED loser working at one of those kiosks that you see in the malls. And then I said, “MOVE, YOU COW!†Then after she sped up and slowed down for about the ninth time, I slammed on the accelerator and smashed into her minivan, right at the spot where she had a stupid bumper sticker that said “My child is a very special little queef at Blah Blah Blah Elementary School.†And she wiped out the guard rail and sailed through the effervescent silver moonlight, landing upside down in a gully. At first, I was going to just keep driving because I didn't want my #6 Combo from Wendy's that was sitting on the passenger seat to get cold. But then I had a change of heart, so I turned back and made my way down to the wreck at the bottom of the ditch. I thought maybe I should get her some band-aids, or take her to a vet or something. The ugly skank was groaning, and I noticed she was stretching out her hand, trying to reach something. It was her cell phone. That was the last straw. So I broke an 8-foot branch off a nearby tree and proceeded to transfer her to heaven via a skull fracture. Then I wrote this poem, drove over to her house, and read it to her little queefy kid. Source : You Had Me At Idiot: Poems for People Who Hate Poems. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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