Poetry Corner

pink flowers in a bath nude girls getting wet smoke weed then die a thousand times there that was my first poem. it sucks but tats why it mine

Only when I stop looking down and stare up at the stars will I be able to see him because I know he is out there gazing at the same sky along side me, inside my mind I am hoping to one day share all the beauty in the world with him and talk about all the many splendors of the universe.

I did this in 5 minutes. "Oh my dear, dearest as a friend can be, How you are, are always there for me, In morning, in the nights, During lows and heights, Before cruel stress strips my will away, You carry me through the day, Oh, you are, are a taste of bitter sweetness, How you are, are a taste of reassured completeness, heat of you in hand, warms the aches of the rainy day demands, Soothes for the soul, More precious than gold Some days, you bring me the much needed comfort, Other days, I call on arms to celebrate when I’m triumphant. You are my warmest, dearest friend of me, My most reliable perfect, Cuppa’ Tea." http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0r34mAngv1r0fjn0o1_500.jpg

Roses are red Violets are blue Fairy Tail is shit and Toriko too

Nicely done, Sher. "MaiOtaku" That special one, Where does she be? I say, "Have faith," I want to believe. She's out there, right? Not just a star, That's dead, yet light? Strangers, strangers. That's all I see. What hides thee, embers?

His palms are spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti There's vomit on his spaghetti already: mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti To drop spaghetti, but he keeps on spaghetti What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes spaghetti He opens his mouth but spaghetti won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The spaghetti's run out, time's up, over - blaow!