Poemranker [Poem: Crash & burn] [by Sunshine Conkey] Thu Nov 21 10:49:05 PST 2024

Whenever you would call me, I'd be there But now that I need you, you don't care. I'm a stranger in your world, with no place to turn, I wasted my tears, then crashed and burn I can't love you anymore, I fell to fast You dropped me when I needed you and put me in your past. Thousand angels dance around me to protect me from the pain. I could have been your angel, you could have been my all, I needed you to catch me, but you just let me fall.

[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.128.135.82 | 21-Feb-04/11:03 AM | Reply

This is a disastrous poeme. It fails utterly. You fail. -10-

[8] Blindpoetry @ 68.106.171.15 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 21-Feb-04/4:26 PM | Reply

it fails - yet you give him a ten?

[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215 > Blindpoetry | 21-Feb-04/4:44 PM | Reply

Do you talk in a stilted fantasy-novel fashion in real life?

[8] Blindpoetry @ 68.106.171.15 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 21-Feb-04/4:52 PM | Reply

no.

Do you use those big words in a matter of seconds as if saying the word "the"? ..or do you sit there for a few minutes, thinking up of catchy words and phrases just to prove that you graduated college and that you were a geeky kid that would rather read the dictionary than hang with your buds on Saturday nights? ... - of course, you would of liked to imagine that - being as you didn't have any buds. -_-;

[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215 > Blindpoetry | 21-Feb-04/5:46 PM | Reply

When you peel your jodhpurs off at night, do you light a candle and inhale deeply from the pleat?

[8] Blindpoetry @ 68.106.171.15 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 21-Feb-04/6:03 PM | Reply

how the hell did you know?!

Are you that stalker that watches my every move and wanks off every time you see me read Moby Dick?

[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215 > Blindpoetry | 21-Feb-04/6:26 PM | Reply

A ha ha. My lad, you've never read 'Moby Dick'. You can never make it through the section where Captain Ahab is making love to the Thanksgiving squid in the pantry. Every time I've seen you try, you simply quietly close the book and then lock yourself in the bathroom, only to emerge an hour later covered in a chitinious shell made from some unutterable dried fluid.

[8] Blindpoetry @ 68.106.171.15 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 21-Feb-04/6:49 PM | Reply

...then you procede to read "Hard Times" in a desperate attempt to get big - being as you couldn't get big since your last encounter with your elephant girlfriend in middle school.