Ya Krunk'd Floo's Dazzlingly Delicious Discursives...

Started by Fëanor22 pages

i submit...that i am truly in the wake of greatness. not to swell your already swollen ego, ergo and therefore and so forth...i humbly bow to you o' he speaks with words flowing knowing that i, aye, i am second only to one and one and one an done...great stuff maaan.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Sure thing, doll. Sure thing...

Sex?

As soon as Raz allows more text in sigs, it shall be done.

The text, that is. Not the sex 😛

J, share the good stuff, maaan 😄

Originally posted by Syren
As soon as Raz allows more text in sigs, it shall be done.

The text, that is. Not the sex 😛

So, does that mean the sex shall begin immediately?

The Blue

I'll tell you my thoughts,
They begin like this:
Awesome solution, encompassed within the abyss.
So, deep down and lucid,
Forever so far,
Enveloped all in the mystery, hypnotic rapt-enthrall.

I'll tell you my experience,
Listen now to mine:
The feel of cool, light, heavy; all body touched.
A floating stasis, a pirouette in sea,
I want to dance forever,
But then in forever, would I be.

I'll tell you my fears,
As they draw insight from dark:
The depth drowns light, and sound and comfort; gone.
Curious creatures with vampiric features,
Probe and prod, trick and retreat;
Their life as aliens in a world now amiss.

I'll tell you my dreams,
As I reflect on what I don't know:
To submerge in the liquid with unlimited time,
An ability to move, with no restrictions of my kind.
Then, to watch and discover the depth,
My movement a liberty, my imagination met.

Very nice 😊

When you write your stuff, does it come out pretty much as you've posted it, or do you play around with the wording and such for a while??

I spew this shit as I shit it.

Word.

You need a change, Krunk. Find another route and throw yourself down that, challenge thyself ✅

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Ahh, I live for the mention of myself among superlatives...

[B]The Worst Poem in the Universe

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occasionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal.

Greatness. [/B]

I don't know why...........but I like it... 😕

Originally posted by Syren
You need a change, Krunk. Find another route and throw yourself down that, challenge thyself ✅

Yeah, what do you suggest?

Here's a thought...why not get naked, run through your neighborhood and yell, "GODZIRRA!!" Aaah, inspiration only comes if you try it once, twice, three times a lady.

That's good advice because I am a lady. A beautiful lady.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
That's good advice because I am a lady. A beautiful lady.
hey...you don't gotta tell me that twice. But it does work.

Repost that one about Nemo.........I love that..

This one is about Nemo, but only on a quasi-metaphysical level.

What Lies Are These?

O Lord, Lordy, where has the truth gone?
Hidden in woods too dark to lead back bread-crumb trails from.

Speaketh as ye spoketh, Justice, Honour, and Liberty;
The trials of your fathers dissolve in your relinquished temerity.

Fight, fought, now all-conquered; History a lesson buried fresh.
The Manipulation's putrid stink wafts like sun-scolded flesh.

Black day dawned, deeper darkness lustily arrives,
Seeking souls forsaken by the Future's blanket-covered skies.

In a tower of orphaned Love and Laughter, Captivity holds them tight.
A query begged by the Forever After: Is even one beam still bright?

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Yeah, what do you suggest?

Something different? You're the poet shrug

Originally posted by Syren
Something different? You're the poet shrug

I may be the poet,
But you're the Miss Know-It...
So, do what you do best,
Blow smoke, suck my test...

I think 'appendage' would have worked better there, instead of 'test'. Poetry doesn't have to rhyme 😛

Seriously though, stick to what you know. That was pants.

Originally posted by Syren
I think 'appendage' would have worked better there, instead of 'test'. Poetry doesn't have to rhyme.

Seriously though, stick to what you know. That was pants.

Why is everything with you related to the region around my 'appendage'? Oh, wait...Yeah, I know.

shrug

You know it's bigger than that.