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Array ( [sid] => 142918 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Tha Poem XV [time] => 2008-06-03 10:06:48 [hometext] => something big happened, something big and in charge [bodytext] => I told you I was 50.
I told you I was 16.
You were mad at me then.
You said I lied, and you said you cried.
I never saw you cry, but I'll take your word for it.

That day, you took my heart to the limit.
The limit of the wildlife reserve...
Where you fed it to a lion cub.
The lion cub turned around, my heart in tow,
And walked into the underbrush.
Never to be seen again.

In the distance there was fire.
In proximity was my desire.
Our bodies learning to perspire.
Twisted, contorted, metal wire.
So exhausted, I must retire,
Before my heart and head expire.
You called me a liar?
I throw you onto a pyre.
And burn you with fire, fire, fire...
And a rubber tire.
And then I use some pliers...
To pry out your eyes in front of a choir.
I hold your eyes in front of my sire's choir.

I am the sire now.

So I murder the sire and take his throne.
Then I make a staff from his bones.
Then I raise you from the dead and laugh at your burned up head.

Funny charred head. Lol. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 245 [topic] => 51 [informant] => dummie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
Tha Poem XV

Contributed by dummie on Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 10:06:48 AM in AEST
Topic: Event



I told you I was 50.
I told you I was 16.
You were mad at me then.
You said I lied, and you said you cried.
I never saw you cry, but I'll take your word for it.

That day, you took my heart to the limit.
The limit of the wildlife reserve...
Where you fed it to a lion cub.
The lion cub turned around, my heart in tow,
And walked into the underbrush.
Never to be seen again.

In the distance there was fire.
In proximity was my desire.
Our bodies learning to perspire.
Twisted, contorted, metal wire.
So exhausted, I must retire,
Before my heart and head expire.
You called me a liar?
I throw you onto a pyre.
And burn you with fire, fire, fire...
And a rubber tire.
And then I use some pliers...
To pry out your eyes in front of a choir.
I hold your eyes in front of my sire's choir.

I am the sire now.

So I murder the sire and take his throne.
Then I make a staff from his bones.
Then I raise you from the dead and laugh at your burned up head.

Funny charred head. Lol.




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Re: Tha Poem XV (User Rating: 1 )
by dummie on Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 10:21:53 AM AEST
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wow, excellent poem, dude. oops, thats me. *SMILE*


Re: Tha Poem XV (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 10:54:40 AM AEST
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ROFLMAO...... that was cute how you commented on yourself cracked me up....

This poem had me going then the ending almost gave me chills (remind me to not ***** you off lol)

then the very end funny charred head I busted up laughing your killing me!

Welcome to ypdc

Michelle


Re: Tha Poem XV (User Rating: 1 )
by deadwriter on Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 05:32:57 PM AEST
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Great write.

Deadwriter


Re: Tha Poem XV (User Rating: 1 )
by holy on Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 07:37:19 PM AEST
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Very nice, I love it.


Re: Tha Poem XV (User Rating: 1 )
by ingeniusidiot on Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 09:52:12 PM AEST
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interesting piece...I liked the twist at the end...but I do have to say...remind me never to make you mad....

Good write

Rich




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