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Daily Deviation
September 20, 2005
The perfect love by ~Creative-Juices is a hysterical poem not only written with creative integrity, but also a good talent and attention to structured endrhyme that actually helps the poem's flow!
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Procremation
so he said let's make a baby
she said let's just make
love
and he said
What's the difference?
She said
A snakeskin
or a little pink pill
And he said
Isn't it about time... she said
You're never old enough
to die
She said Make life-- make
death
and he said
What's the difference?
I like my life she said
he said that won't last
she said I feel
no need...
he said
Well, maybe I do
She said Sow your seeds somewhere else then
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Your Poem
On the twentieth day of July 69,
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of t
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-beautiful-
beautiful
you may not see
this body through the
eyes of a hungry man
craving to ravage
it tear me open
pull me apart
like meat from the bone
your eyes might not
fall upon my curves
as they move beneath
my skirt in hurried steps
as i pass the whistles
and slurs of callous
animals in their
chainlinked construction
site cage
the beauty you see in me
is not skin deep
it plunges the leagues
of blood and bone
that you have swam through
with the oxygen i breathe to you
the beauty you see in me
is not wide open
it is the locked room
inside my heart and mind
that you have entered
with the key i gave you
the beauty you se
I was trying to write a deep, kinda serious emo poem to express my frustration over the female race, but it wasn't coming. Then one night at work (Build a Bear, where best friends are made), I was vacuuming the floors and I happened to brush by...(cough)...my pooter with the hose. In that moment, I was given divine inspiration.
DISCLAIMER: The following poem SHOULD NOT be viewed by feminists, emo chicks, or my mom.
DISCLAIMER: The following poem SHOULD NOT be viewed by feminists, emo chicks, or my mom.
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