A collection of poems from my grade 12 writing assignment

Fri Sep 23, 2011 10:49 pm » by **Fatbastard**

I notice after you post, you all quickly log off. "Sneeky looking, but i'm not here." :dancer:

Fri Sep 23, 2011 11:35 pm » by **Muchtyman**

Edit ........................ :flop:

Fri Sep 23, 2011 11:52 pm » by **Fatbastard**

If it's not being to presumptious of me. What part of Scotland. muchtyman :dancer:

Fri Sep 23, 2011 11:56 pm » by **Teloc**

there was zis girl named jill
stuffed dynamite in her pussy just for ze thrill
her vagina was found in china
and bits of her tits in brazil...

Sat Sep 24, 2011 12:00 am » by **Fatbastard**

Mary had a little pig, she couln't stop it grunting, so she took it up the garden path and kicked it's... :dancer:

Sat Sep 24, 2011 12:01 am » by **Newearthman**

Lonely Town

I wish I knew what I do is true.
There's too many choices I have to make,
that will effect my life in so many ways.
Sometimes I think I've lost myself,
but I'm too far down the road to go back.

Instead of turning around I speed up.
I go so fast, I get ahead of mysef
and neglect the here and now.
I have a solution for this,
it's called cannabis.
It limits my speed
and gives me the escape I need, to go through the motions
so I can succeed.

I'm longing for the day
when I can go my own way,
but it all seems so far away.
I'm waiting to be found
but I don't know if I will;
if I keep hanging around
this lonley town.

Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:14 pm » by **Newearthman**

My Piece of the Pie

Things are weird, all of life is fuct.
Nobody seems to care, let the drugs do the work.
Nothing but a twisted tune, ringing in my ears.
All the critics are corrupt, speaking other peoples minds.
Where are we going to find a sign, to lead us to the truth?
A clear mind is hard to find, and worse to keep.
The winner of the rat race is still a rat,
and the cat is not far behind.

Keeping my mind for myself
Keeping my style to myself
Keeping my cool to myself
Making my morals my own
Leaving the hype behind
Loaning my thoughts to the world
Just don't make them your own!

Live and let live and die in peace.
Clear a path and leave a trail.
I'm gonna follow my dreams even tho they're crazy.
I'm going to ride the breeze, down the road.
Going to find my mind that left me some where far behind.
Lost in a world that I don't understand,
it's calling for freedom that it can't have.

Wed Oct 05, 2011 7:51 pm » by **Newearthman**

The Great Escape

When I step out into the sunshine,
everything comes to light.
I can sit and feel fine,
the warmth helps me unwind.

Then the wind blows by and I look to the sky,
dreaming of some far off land.
I feel like the world in in the palm of my hand.

I listen to natures song carry on.
The sounds of life that bring waves of harmony.
Washing away the grit; once again I feel fit.

As I walk towards the water,
I can feel the calm, clarity rush through my body,
like an iron over wrinkles,
and the tention is released.

And as the sun sets and the wind dies down,
along with the sounds and the water gets dark.
The night brings new life.
The stars shine bright, and the moon looks on.

Everything is calm until the break of dawn,
when light breaks and creatures awake.
The birds sing for a new day;
as I start to drift away.

Sat Oct 08, 2011 1:29 am » by **Wildfire67**

They are all very beautiful poems.They come from your soul.That makes you an artist!

Sat Oct 08, 2011 1:41 am » by **Cornbread714**

teloc wrote:there was zis girl named jill
stuffed dynamite in her pussy just for ze thrill
her vagina was found in china
and bits of her tits in brazil...

There once was a woman named Alice
Who used a dynamite stick for a phallus
They found her vagina in South Carolina
And part of her anus in Dallas...