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I don't fall in place here,
I don't fall in place there,
Not in my dreams,
Not anywhere,

Solely in my chair,
Without a care,
While time spins me I slowly die,
As lonely as a ghost in disrepair,

Feeling so good,
When I am so high,
I never worry about the fall,
I'm always at the end of the line,

Always something about truth and lies,
When you ramble on,
I'll pretend to care,
Does this make me a treacherous swine?

Awful feedback,
Devastating blows,
An aggravated day,
Time to go home,

Don't think it will ever be the same,
People change,
Should I grab my tools and build a new world?
It doesn't matter anyway,

As I'm writing this poem
I push a beer down my gullet
2006 and I still wear a mullet.
To make up a word like jingles
So I could rhyme it with pringles
I went to the doctors
And he cured me of shingles.=Not true..............I was never cured

My talent is lacking
in creating a poem
By reading this trite
It might make you groan =(GROAN)
I read your own poem's
They were better than this
For me to read this
I'm gonna have to get pissed.

My poem isn't heartfelt
In fact it's quite daft
So after I'm done
I'm going to stab my heart with a dart.= that bits particularly bad.

So to my Clone
I write this poem for you
And if you don't like it
I might make love to emu's.=That's where I lost the plot.

I apologize to everyone who reads this..........NOT!!!!!!

Originally posted by Valharu
As I'm writing this poem
I push a beer down my gullet
2006 and I still wear a mullet.
To make up a word like jingles
So I could rhyme it with pringles
I went to the doctors
And he cured me of shingles.=Not true..............I was never cured

My talent is lacking
in creating a poem
By reading this trite
It might make you groan =(GROAN)
I read your own poem's
They were better than this
For me to read this
I'm gonna have to get pissed.

My poem isn't heartfelt
In fact it's quite daft
So after I'm done
I'm going to stab my heart with a dart.= that bits particularly bad.

So to my Clone
I write this poem for you
And if you don't like it
I might make love to emu's.=That's where I lost the plot.

I apologize to everyone who reads this..........NOT!!!!!!
That was horrible shock

Originally posted by Valharu
As I'm writing this poem
I push a beer down my gullet
2006 and I still wear a mullet.
To make up a word like jingles
So I could rhyme it with pringles
I went to the doctors
And he cured me of shingles.=Not true..............I was never cured

My talent is lacking
in creating a poem
By reading this trite
It might make you groan =(GROAN)
I read your own poem's
They were better than this
For me to read this
I'm gonna have to get pissed.

My poem isn't heartfelt
In fact it's quite daft
So after I'm done
I'm going to stab my heart with a dart.= that bits particularly bad.

So to my Clone
I write this poem for you
And if you don't like it
I might make love to emu's.=That's where I lost the plot.

I apologize to everyone who reads this..........NOT!!!!!!

That was wonderful, Valharu! Wait! did you call me an emu?

Originally posted by Clone
That was wonderful, Valharu! Wait! did you call me an emu?

You LIE!!!! That was terrible. And I did call you an emu. Clone doesn't rhyme too well with "you".

I always tell the truth.....even when I lie.

Originally posted by Clone
I always tell the truth.....even when I lie. I believe you.....even when I know your lying.

If you fool your self....you will be happy.

If I'm happy......will I be a fool?

Yes....and you will be stuck in a laundry room...............*widens eyes* FOREVER.

Originally posted by Clone
Yes....and you will be stuck in a laundry room...............*widens eyes* FOREVER. Ahh. The good old days.

I hate laundry rooms. Worst place in the world!

Originally posted by Clone


I hate laundry rooms. Worst place in the world! Yeah. My washing machine scares me. Especially when it tries to headbang.

More poems Clone!!!

Originally posted by Valharu
More poems Clone!!!
Less talk more poetry indeed!

There's real promise here, Clone. Your poems are heartfelt and skillfully rendered. Keep up the good work.

Thank you. ^_^

Roses are red
Violets are blue
In the morning I bring death
Along with food

ahahahahaha my greatest yet
am i right? of course