Free verse № 19790
Daywalker
He Stalks
Hunting through every
Darkened street,
Passing by each flickering lamppost.
Hastening to find his soul.
The blood lust rises
Searing blood red anger,
deep behind his eyes.
an internet tradition since June 9, 2001.
Free verse № 19790
64 comments
Poemwanker
He Writes
Mostly in,
crayon but it doesn't,
matter as it's just crap.
Utter tripe. 0/10.
ANYWAYS GOOD POEM BLADE :)
In case you didn't know I was bring sarcastic. Pleae spare us the pain of anymore poems.
DO IT AGAIN AND ILL RIPP OUT YOUR THROAT!!
as for you, l-a-m, you might want to learn to spell, or maybe you'll save that until you grow up? why do you need to try to verbally intimidate people you will never meet? and if i want to talk shit about the brittons or the asians, no threat of yours will stop me.
write a decent poem. that would scare the shit out of me. until then, good day, sirrah.
i am a wanker! god, you see right through me. and yes, you probably are bigger than me, since i am almost nothing, and only 11. i hardly ever contribute to this site. and, i don't know how to get my point across, or make a joke, or take a joke, or spell, or construct a sentence, or...jesus. why the fuck am i wasting my time? you'll be gone in no time anyway.
have a great life, maria. you rule. so does blade. nothing but 10's from here on it. teach me, i am so ignorant, and i obviously can learn from your non-racist wisdom. pretty please.
and unity, dammit, i told you not to lend out my damn vaccuum cleaner. especially not to some barfly.
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