poems for my friends
inspired by tom's poem last night (in as much as, I haven't read any good poetry in a while) I was bored at work today and not in a mood for reading. so, I wrote some poems for some friends who I think are awesome. if I've left you out, don't take it personally, I wrote most of these off the cuff. also, I won't be saying who I wrote them for/thinking of, that's up to you to guess! you can do it here, or just find me elsewhere. some are obvious, well I think they all are, but then I would.
Betsy
Lauren's a Canadian poet,
and I s'pose she is quite sexy.
But since I know two other Lauren's,
I think I'll call her Betsy.
Cake
Take impeccable style and
captivating eyes; mix
with two teaspoons of
superb hair. Stir for
twenty minutes until
creamy - toss in about
a dozen sarcastic quips
and a tablespoon of
classic 50's charm. Pour
into stencilled 'beatiful
smile' tray and place in
oven. Cook on a low
heat for the duration
of Chopin's 1834
fantaisie improptu
on the piano. Serve
as part of a traditional
supper meal (but ensure
food is hot before serving).
Enjoy.
Freefall
Blinding paragon
of perpetual
discombobulation.
FREEFALL! ALERT
THE TITANS! MOLOCH
HAS RETURNED!
Golden-haired
nymph with sunken
amber eyes.
FREEFALL! RUN!
RUN AS MOLOCH
STOMPS THE GROUND!
Facially exceptional
and yet anally
steadfast.
FREEFALL! MOLOCH
UNLEASHES DEATH!
LASER BEAM ROCKETS!
Mother and Lolita
in one unified
whole. Actualised?
FREEFALL! THE END
IS HERE! FREEFALL!
MOLOCH TRIUMPHS!
FREEFALL!
FREEFALL!
FREEFALL!
Inaccurate
Phoenix; believe this,
if I had the ability to
tell you of your
brilliance then I would
not hesitate - yet, you
rise above words, so
you'll have to wait, for
an accurate description
at any rate.
<3
That was the best
that I could do, that
I could think of to
describe you.
I'm sorry.
Mirrored
I looked into the mirror
and saw myself, a
distorted self. This
was no Id, no shadow
or mask - this was me,
but caucasian, and thin.
I was shocked at first,
but engaged it in
conversation.
I'm glad I did.
Porcelain
Passion engulfs me in her presence;
Porcelain Goddess; perfect china
doll - won't let me play with you?
Won't you let me play?
You capture the genius of men
beyond my scope - but would you
descend and attempt to immortalise
my fragmented mastery?
Idealisation puts us on a beach
with a kiss and wanting more -
Reality puts us fucking like dogs
on a seedy motel floor.
To dance, perchance, I'm in a
trace. A lingering kiss, a
warm embrace, your silken
lips, that angelic face.
Beautiful.
Rose
Rose; gliding with
gentle grace toward
the horizon; craving
the light. The light.
The folly of man,
melancholy of man,
towards her he ran,
and to him she sang -
O! Glory glory!
Gentle man before me,
O! Glory glory!
Regail me your story.
Sunkissed lips of bleeding
scarlet and a raging halo
of fire ordaned her
fragile mask. Her
voice, it echoed
through eternity long
after her mortal coil
unwound; her sound.
T
Literary sparse; but
densely packed when
active - thought
provoking microcosms
and a wit that's thoroughly
reactive.
Eliot, Borges, Banks,
and even Will Shakespeare;
This odd gent is quite
well-read, coarsely nice,
and not queer.
Techtastic
sexsexsex
techtechtech
It's a shame more
women don't think
like this chick.
She likes to suck
dick, she's not a
hick, and she's
all about wit.
techtechtech
sexsexsex
The Ballad of Kaka and Cristiano Ronaldo
Ronaldo and Kaka
sitting in a tree,
doing things girls
like to see.
Ron and Harry
were looking on,
with Hermione's
thumb up their bums.
hope you folks like 'em.
also: thanks to marm for hosting all my pics, she's a star. :)
Betsy
Lauren's a Canadian poet,
and I s'pose she is quite sexy.
But since I know two other Lauren's,
I think I'll call her Betsy.
Cake
Take impeccable style and
captivating eyes; mix
with two teaspoons of
superb hair. Stir for
twenty minutes until
creamy - toss in about
a dozen sarcastic quips
and a tablespoon of
classic 50's charm. Pour
into stencilled 'beatiful
smile' tray and place in
oven. Cook on a low
heat for the duration
of Chopin's 1834
fantaisie improptu
on the piano. Serve
as part of a traditional
supper meal (but ensure
food is hot before serving).
Enjoy.
Freefall
Blinding paragon
of perpetual
discombobulation.
FREEFALL! ALERT
THE TITANS! MOLOCH
HAS RETURNED!
Golden-haired
nymph with sunken
amber eyes.
FREEFALL! RUN!
RUN AS MOLOCH
STOMPS THE GROUND!
Facially exceptional
and yet anally
steadfast.
FREEFALL! MOLOCH
UNLEASHES DEATH!
LASER BEAM ROCKETS!
Mother and Lolita
in one unified
whole. Actualised?
FREEFALL! THE END
IS HERE! FREEFALL!
MOLOCH TRIUMPHS!
FREEFALL!
FREEFALL!
FREEFALL!
Inaccurate
Phoenix; believe this,
if I had the ability to
tell you of your
brilliance then I would
not hesitate - yet, you
rise above words, so
you'll have to wait, for
an accurate description
at any rate.
<3
That was the best
that I could do, that
I could think of to
describe you.
I'm sorry.
Mirrored
I looked into the mirror
and saw myself, a
distorted self. This
was no Id, no shadow
or mask - this was me,
but caucasian, and thin.
I was shocked at first,
but engaged it in
conversation.
I'm glad I did.
Porcelain
Passion engulfs me in her presence;
Porcelain Goddess; perfect china
doll - won't let me play with you?
Won't you let me play?
You capture the genius of men
beyond my scope - but would you
descend and attempt to immortalise
my fragmented mastery?
Idealisation puts us on a beach
with a kiss and wanting more -
Reality puts us fucking like dogs
on a seedy motel floor.
To dance, perchance, I'm in a
trace. A lingering kiss, a
warm embrace, your silken
lips, that angelic face.
Beautiful.
Rose
Rose; gliding with
gentle grace toward
the horizon; craving
the light. The light.
The folly of man,
melancholy of man,
towards her he ran,
and to him she sang -
O! Glory glory!
Gentle man before me,
O! Glory glory!
Regail me your story.
Sunkissed lips of bleeding
scarlet and a raging halo
of fire ordaned her
fragile mask. Her
voice, it echoed
through eternity long
after her mortal coil
unwound; her sound.
T
Literary sparse; but
densely packed when
active - thought
provoking microcosms
and a wit that's thoroughly
reactive.
Eliot, Borges, Banks,
and even Will Shakespeare;
This odd gent is quite
well-read, coarsely nice,
and not queer.
Techtastic
sexsexsex
techtechtech
It's a shame more
women don't think
like this chick.
She likes to suck
dick, she's not a
hick, and she's
all about wit.
techtechtech
sexsexsex
The Ballad of Kaka and Cristiano Ronaldo
Ronaldo and Kaka
sitting in a tree,
doing things girls
like to see.
Ron and Harry
were looking on,
with Hermione's
thumb up their bums.
hope you folks like 'em.
also: thanks to marm for hosting all my pics, she's a star. :)