"those aren't real words."

annoyance

Sat, 10 May 2008 21:20:38 GMT

will somebody PUH LEAZ tell all of the guys who think girls are attracted to guys who "drive fast cars"..... we aren't.

beware : do not read this poem

Wed, 07 May 2008 20:03:29 GMT

tonite , thriller was
about an old woman, so vain she
surrounded herself with

many mirrors
it got so bad that finally she
locked herself indoors & her
whole life became the

mirrors
one day the villagers broke
into her house, but she was too
swift for them. she disappeared

into a mirror
each tenant who bought the house
after that, lost a loved one to

the old woman in the mirror:

first a little girl

then a young woman

then the young woman's husband
the hunger of this poem is legendary
it has taken in many victims
back off from this poem
it has drawn in your feet
back off from this poem
it has drawn in your legs

back off from thias poem
it is a greedy mirror
you are into this poem. from

the waist down
nobody can hear you can they?
this poem has had you up to here

belch
this poem aint got no manners
you cant call out from this poem
relax now & go with this poem
move & roll on to this poem
do not resist this poem
this poem has your eyes
this poem has his head
this poem has his arms
this poem has his fingers
this poem has his fingertips

this poem is the reader & the
reader the poem

statistic: the US bureau of missing persons re-

ports that in 1968 over 100,000 people

disappeared leaving no solid clues

nor trace only

a space in the lives of their friends

Inside Lansing Prison

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 20:18:41 GMT

After the fluorescents
Have gone out,
The screaming scrape
Of the cell door
Warns.
Soon the room smells of man
And a blue uniform is
Whispering her way.
She asphyxiates on his balmy
Rancid exhale.
His hands,
Filmy and knobby
From a lifetime of nine to fives,
Smother her most
personal crevices.
Stifling a gag,
She bites
And feels the steel
Enforcer in the soft dip of her back.
He plunges into her with
His self-prescribed
Justice.

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 21:06:35 GMT

Spare Change

You know, you’re just
like a penny.
Born in ’84, you’ve
been pawed over, and
passed through everyone’s
hands until you’re
discarded, forgotten in an
old coat pocket.
Tragic.

Sun, 26 Nov 2006 02:25:28 GMT

I hope in the future, Americans are thought of as warlike, vicious people, because I bet alot of high schools would pick "Americans" as thier mascot.

a shot at a cinquain!

Sun, 26 Nov 2006 02:08:08 GMT

BALANCE
You can
carefully weigh
your steps as you shimmy
down tightropes, but the world sees up
your skirt.