short poems.....

sure. use slang or anythin'?

Originally posted by BOPRecruit 16
sure. use slang or anythin'?

Sure if ya want me to. 😛

if you know alot of it.

Ok here goes.

Girls are like machines
they just wont shut up
talking on the phone for 5 hours
for them thats not enough
shoes are more important than life
when they become wifes
theyll end up spending 200 dollars at wal mart in one night.

Sorry but I couldnt resist. 😛

*gasp* major burn! 😆

Originally posted by BOPRecruit 16
*gasp* major burn! 😆

I had to edit the last sentence. 😛 😆

i don't do most of those things. i don't talk forever on the phone and absorbed in clothes. i spend money, but not loads.

I know. Its just a joke. 😛

no shit sherlock! 😆

Well my names Robbie not sherlock. 😛 😆

does it look like i care? 😆 that's in true hyde persona. hyde from that 70s show. 😆

Not caring is like hating a gorilla
its just sick and twisted
just like godzilla
And its like getting pissed and
I know you dont care but thats ok
its like joining an army
like the kind that eats hay

😆

uh...okay. great! eatting hay...😆

Had to edit that. 😛 Just a quick and fast to mind poem. 😆

uh-oh...i hear doggy moving something down in yard...better not be tearing out another piece of the fence...😆 sorry, it's just that my window is open and i can hear whatever noises go on outside.

O...k... 😛

anything about vampires, gunfighting, and/or outlaws?

Sorry but Ive got to go to bed. Good night. 😄

later, leather pleather! 😮‍💨

k.i got another poem.....uh.its kinda about love.eheh.....bout 2 lost souls who find each other🙂

My heart keeps collecting dust,
Hidden from old memories,
The days of past that brought you joy,
Are now long forgotten.
Now you sink into the darkness of the world,
Evil dreams haunting your hollow mind.
Screaming into the night,
Sending poison to the stars.
A silent storm howls,
And the dull of the rain will fill your mourning heart.
Sorrowed eyes watch me through the cold of the world.
Devil caught your eye my dark prince.
Pallid lips, parted softly to whisper the name of angel.
If I am an angel, paint me with black wings,
For I was born from the depths of the dark world,
As were you my dark one.
Eyes as bright as diamonds,
Burning into my soul.
Skin frost white,
An inky shadow to torture the veil of light.
Through the silence of the world,
Here the flowers will wilt,
As all grows old,
Yet here we stand,
Bound by darkness.