Poems for all!!

really?

no joke, no lie, no fib. i got offered a thousand dollars for saying that poem out loud, by an adult, who wasn't drunk.

that's crazy

maybe, but it almost got me a thousand dollars, so i think it was worth it... almost, could never get it though...

why?

well, it had a lot to do with my parent, and i wasn't sure if he was scamming me or not, but in the end, i refused on my own account.

that's good

yeah... but think, i've got a thousand dollar poem in my brain lol.

yeah i guess that is a good thing

yep.

Heres a pome that i made up.

I lived in the deepest darkness.
I suffered as a prisoner in iron chains,
I trpped and fell, and there was no one to help me,
then i cried out for help but no one can here me.
I try to break off my chains the gates that are made of bronze stand tall
I can't break through the bars that are made of iron but i lost all faith.
My life is almost over. My plans are destroyed and so are the longings of my heart.
What hope do i have? Who can give me any hope?
When i sin, the pay i get is death.
Sins always brings the sentence of death.
I have chose this path.
If i die in this path, God will honor my choice and i will be separated forever from him
and all that is good! When we choose our way rather then God's way, we our
choosing eternal death and separation from God!

hmph, kind of demonic if you ask me lol.

whatever

'whatever?' not your usual type of respoce... damn i wish i had my book on me...

well i do ha!

that' couse you gots inter nets at home... hold on, i know one other way i can post still...

ok?

Loser

Lost, forgotten, left, a lie
Loser, oh loser, a loser, but why?
Dosn't bother anyone, they don't make a sound
You'd forget they were there had they not been around
Loser, oh loser, a loser, think why
Had they called you a name?
Had they told you a lie?
Loser, oh loser, a loser, just why?
Did they even make a sound?
Do you even have the sight to care if they're around
Loser, oh loser, a loser, known why
Known through your childhood
Known through out the hood
Loser, oh loser, my loser, i know why
A loser, never winner
'Til the day that they die
Then they'll pry
As a loser, oh loser, a loser, never more.

what did you have a bad day when you wrote that?

no, i had just finished reading the book loser.

oh ok that makes since now

yep lol.

have i posted colors yet?

no i don't think so

okay.

colors

Colors a plenty
Colors a hue
Colors for me
And colors for you
Colors for love
And colors for joy
Colors for girls
And colors for boys
Colors mean feelings
Feeling makes words
Words make songs
Song sing praise
Praise for such colors
Praise in every way
Green means you're giddy
Purple means you're shy
Yellow says happy
And blue says cry
Red says angry
Pick says sweet
White says peaceful
And black says complete
Colors, oh colors, so many to choose
Want to know my favorite hue? Just between me and you?
The colors my mind makes
The colors of "you"

you know your favorite color is not in that poem

well sure it is... oh wait... n o it's not... well, you get my point in it don't you? the whole, 'collors of you' thing?

yes i do

okay, here's another one.

Try to think of a thinking thought
Give it all the thought you can muster
Can you think of a thinking thought?
I bet you can't young buster
I've only thought of a thinking thought
At one point in the day
I thought a thought of my thinking thought
Only one way
The time of day is nothing time
The way to think is thinking time
Think of a thinker in thinking time
Imagine a world without thought
Give a thought to thinking thoughts
Then they might think to think of you.

i can't think so much thinking but it's good

lol, that one always gets peoploe a little confused at least.

now this next one, as depressing as it may seem in the begining, look past it on the last 4 lines or so.

burn my dread.

The light dems
Life goes, leaving me dead
Walk among the shadows,
All to burn my dread
The dead can't talk
But the arn't really dead
Thier heart bay stop,
But they've burnt their dread
When will I burn?
When will the fire reach my head?
Why must a suffer so?
All to burn my dread
It's done, i'm burnt
And i've been left for dead
I can leave now in peace
I have burnt my dread