Poetical Justice

Vanity

The mask you wear is fading gently,
The years you've grown show evidently,
The truth concealed so eyes don't see,
Your superficial impurities.

The photograph is sepia toned,
The colours borrowed, hues on loan,
The imprint of you, depth denied,
Your gestures wanton, lost inside.

The light just makes you seem surreal,
The scars eternal, never to heal,
The features that once held you high,
Your loss of perfect symmetry.

The majesty of your beauty gone,
The shadow of what once was strong,
The piteous failure of your stem,
Your transition from us to them.

Generations passed and still,
To be as I you'd surely kill,
For my substance remains gold,
My dearest Mutti, you're naught but old.

From a daughter to a mother in our wonderful society. Inspiration provided by JJ 😉

Originally posted by justjakk
I wait for nothing and nothing comes and sorrows all i find.
With a foothold on my happiness, now im really in a bind.
The foul stinch of death rolls in and the vultures start to fly.
I take my last breath of fresh air and slowly start to die.
I see a bright light coming in and all who came befor me
who tried to make me into a person they wanted me to be.
They yell out mean obsinities and slander to my face.
I scream for a release from this dreadful gastly place.
I wake up from this nightmare and slowly start to blush.
Reach behind me on the toilet and quickly turn the flush.
Go away bad obsinities and deaths terrible smell.
Go away terrible nothingness that had me in this spell.
I wipe and spray and I have to admit it really does sound silly.
But i'll never again eat a cicken sandwich with side of black hole chili.

Thank you

toot

That's electric!! I can't write humourous verse, I don't have that side to me, but I really appreciate someone who can!! It's about time we had a member who added spark to this thread. Nothing but morbid depression thus far 😉

Originally posted by justjakk
Help me when my faith isnt ready to be faithful
help me when my strength isnt ready to be strong
help me when my peace isnt ready to be peaceful
help me when my right isnt ready to be wrong.

Help me with your patience when my patience isnt here
help me with your wisdom when the ansers arent so clear
help me with your presence when im feeling lost and lonely
help me with your spirit cause you are my one and only.

This has a beauty to it, it's the sort of thing I can imagine saying to my beloved were I ever to marry.... as my vows 😄

Originally posted by Syren
toot

That's electric!! I can't write humourous verse, I don't have that side to me, but I really appreciate someone who can!! It's about time we had a member who added spark to this thread. Nothing but morbid depression thus far 😉

I like to spark.

Originally posted by Syren
This has a beauty to it, it's the sort of thing I can imagine saying to my beloved were I ever to marry.... as my vows 😄

I finally started back to church and have been feeling wonderful about myself. I wrote this as my payer. In another thread, i took out some words (each line "ready to be"😉 and added a peice for the unknonwn authors.

Originally posted by Syren
Vanity

The mask you wear is fading gently,
The years you've grown show evidently,
The truth concealed so eyes don't see,
Your superficial impurities.

The photograph is sepia toned,
The colours borrowed, hues on loan,
The imprint of you, depth denied,
Your gestures wanton, lost inside.

The light just makes you seem surreal,
The scars eternal, never to heal,
The features that once held you high,
Your loss of perfect symmetry.

The majesty of your beauty gone,
The shadow of what once was strong,
The piteous failure of your stem,
Your transition from us to them.

Generations passed and still,
To be as I you'd surely kill,
For my substance remains gold,
My dearest Mutti, you're naught but old.

From a daughter to a mother in our wonderful society. Inspiration provided by JJ 😉

💃 Im inspiration yeah yeah yeah 💃 owww ok ok
sorry. 😮

This is very good i love it. Actually seems like paranoia. I love it alot. Finally soeone else who is paranoid except for me. 🙂

F*ck1n Typ0$

You ever made a really big mistake?
When you write real fast and don't even break,
Error! Erorr! Typo, terror!
Stupid keyboard conspiracies they're.....er....

Pissing me off inevitably,
Oooh, big word, and it's spelled correctly,
I'm on a role now, lookin' hot,
Oh shit, another, it's like a spot.....

Of ink on your prefect essay.
Of gloss on your porcelian face.
Of tea on your just-polished surcafe.
Of skunp on your expensive lace.

Dangit I cannot stop screwin,
Up, and I'm trying so hrad not to give in.
F*ck, it's worse than the start,
it should be an art,
I'm buggered if I can keep gooing......

Originally posted by Syren
F*ck1n Typ0$

You ever made a really big mistake?
When you write real fast and don't even break,
Error! Erorr! Typo, terror!
Stupid keyboard conspiracies they're.....er....

Pissing me off inevitably,
Oooh, big word, and it's spelled correctly,
I'm on a role now, lookin' hot,
Oh shit, another, it's like a spot.....

Of ink on your prefect essay.
Of gloss on your porcelian face.
Of tea on your just-polished surcafe.
Of skunp on your expensive lace.

Dangit I cannot stop screwin,
Up, and I'm trying so hrad not to give in.
F*ck, it's worse than the start,
it should be an art,
I'm buggered if I can keep gooing......

Tell them Sy. Stupid keyboards

toot

If only body language were an option via technology 😬

Phonetically speaking we're all inna rut.
Darned muskeeters are bitin' my butt.
Vee crush zim under our feet.
Golly jee now im not as neat.
As da waves dat beat da shore mon.
Sherly mate we're almost done.

This pome leaves me alla jitter.
GETOVERHER' DANG CRITTER!!!!
Vee conquer zim vee must.
Ashes to ashes dust to dust.
We missed all dat sort.
Lay my kangaroo down sport.

I dont know where i was going with al this mess
Trying to sound like a German has got me distresses
To all of those that i may offend
Screw ya its my poem The End

So this poem wont number my days
Syren made me fo it anyways

Heehee now shes my muse heehee

hysterical

Fantabbydoozy Doll hug

Toozyboozy to you too lol

Posted mine here 🙁 Hope Lil B doesn't mind the repost.

that day

the wounds are light,
she'll live, and
the man in white
echoes, across the blue stained
paned windows
of her head

the sun dragged
out
another grey, thought of yesterday
finding the dark corners
not quite
forgotten

and a promise
of a new day cannot
melt
a feeling, left
unsaid

skin bears
the mark of that day

ive been interested in writing poetry latey and ive messed around with it some....

i really dig poems by unknown authors so i asked Milla about starting a thread about unknown authors and where i could put it...low and behold i venture in the artwork forum and im mesmerized by the talent i see in these threads .

honestly kerry and to all other authors in this thread...really great work .i cant decide which i like best...they are all soooo wonderful .

We just show off cause.....well i dont know about everyone else but i just like to show off.😆

😊 keep showing off then cuz im enjoying reading this thread .

I woke up lost and lonely hoping to find
a charming artistic girl to be mine
She has to have humor and a very good laugh
beautyful body and a pair of intellegence to match 😮
Her eyes should be mystical dark blue or green
light creamy soft skin truly hypnotising
me with all her curves so fine
that artist girl will be mine
From her character, these words i derive
she walks along my dreams slowly stealing my life
She will be my life my ongoing breath
and i would love her even past death
we wouldnt part not even a sec
cause even that would make me a wreak
we woould go to Vienna and study the arts
then off to Italy and have fun of all sorts
to think we would never fuss or fight
yet make up for it later that nightnaughty

If you meet the descriptions posted above
and truly desire unrelenting love
then email justjakk and you could see
the person for you is a person like me

All-obedient in Alabama: Male/23/6ft/292lbs 😮
Seeking: Artistic female/about the same age/artistic background/must be funny

...pair of intellegence.... 😑 ....pfft...Ha! 😆

Good job, pimp'n. 😄

Originally posted by D-Double
...pair of intellegence.... 😑 ....pfft...Ha! 😆

Good job, pimp'n. 😄

Dont hate, participate. It aint easy being sleasy.

😛

Originally posted by justjakk
Dont hate, participate. It aint easy being sleasy.

😛

Alright, buddy. You asked for it. 😄 ......

I'll just take my time
be sure not to rush this
and please the jury
for a poetical justice

The courtroom's packed
for this hearing and trail
the facts are extensive
we'll be here a while

Sit down, find your comfort
and take off shoes
your shirt, your pants
and your under-roos

cuz these naked facts
you'll find them appalling
and pick up the phone
cuz your conscience is calling

Danny Crane......pfft...😆

p.s. I usually post in the music forum/write your own lyrics