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Z. (Free verse) by ErgoErgun Z
You're strange.
Strange how the most unexpected moments bring good fortune,
in the most unexpected of ways.
Your way is peculiar; your fortune unmistakably poor.
Let me take my hand and brush away the tears of your beautiful, gorgeous,
pretty...
Face me with honesty.
Is that all you are to me?
Meat the way of the male, then tell me you can't appreciate my looks as
something more.
Why are you so restrictive?
Let me take my hand and slap you along the bones of your face until you
bleed,
lick your wounds,
kiss you with the crimson stain of your fragile body.
In a world stained by piss why can't you hearken to the dick?
Why can't..
I...
..be enough?
Up the ladder:
Burning Night
Down the ladder:
Her Light
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Posted: May 10, 2002 4:54 AM PDT; Last modified: May 10, 2002 5:02 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.8997293 Overall Rank: 9873 Comments:
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anonymous @ 206.110.252.242
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16-May-02/4:37 PM
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You can't be enough because your poems stink.
better name EgoAirhead
dishonest nasty rubbish, come on, are you kdding yourself here??? the way of the WHAT??? the way of the deafasapost ... if you were ever able to appreciate the power of you to convey real life through your dick (or your brain) you might get out of the box (fake pulpit) you got yourself into.
i love this site, everyone gets to say how much you suck, so go fuck moron, eat shit birdbrain, you have ZERO talent
THE LAST THREE LINES SUCK HARDER THAN THE SUN IN THE SUMMER SKY IS BRIGHT. OTHER THAN THAT THIS POEM IS QUITE QUITE GOOD.
nobody likes prune ice cream you birthmark, thats the point
and with that said i really must get some shut eye ready for the next lesson
Hey, if this is a love poem to Z, she is in the comment box with Doylum right now going at it!!!!!! Sorry, you cannot be enough for her. Maybe you should take her out for prune ice cream.
i do not think this is an ode to me; must be some other Z. Some other Z who finds him a bit too...raw. not that there aren't some lovely raws to be had, it's just that this style of it is not one of them. so, what i'm trying to say is that I LIKE THIS POEM. (i also like prune ice cream. there. my Hubris. destroy me with it.)
unstained, EE. inside out. yes.
So what is your excuse for being at home ripping poetry and shagging doylum in the comment box at 2am your time on a Friday no less. I suppose the weekend lost its meaning when I learned to drink on weekdays. Oh well.
i don't think i ripped any poetry yet, tonight anyway. i've been shining up my karma, and practicising my Frassian--keeping that asp of a tongue in my mouth when i'm bent. i 'm trying to put a little something balladic together, seeing as how the olden times are back with an elven-smite vengence. what's your excuse
Ah! Writing is always a good excuse. Mine is a one-year-old with an ear infection. On my chest right now trying to find sleep. Explains my poor typing tonight.
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