Read a poem (or two) written by Jason.

[Mayo Inc.]

SUCK.

Make my website.

[bloodzombie]

Originally posted by Jason
[B]I swear to fucking god, I'm going to scour the planet until I find the MORON who at some point mispelled the as teh and then decided it'd be cute and/or funny to continue using the mispelled version. Nothing screams, "If I were any more stupid, I'd have to be watered twice a week." than using teh.
]

I dunno if you were talking about me, I'm too lazy to look, but I legitimately mispell "the" all the time. most microsoft programs fix it for me though.

[Mr. Peanuts]

Originally posted by Dayz V@mp!re
I'm like that guy in Killer 7, I have multiple personalities. So I'm also an 82-year-old virgin.

And your poems suck, because my opinion is the only one that matters. Plus, they don't rhyme. I only like poems that rhyme.

Check me out at

REMOVED

im not gonna follow that link. its called common sense.

jason's poems dont suck, you insensitive twat.

now fuck off.

[Dayz V@mp!re]

Dude im sorry but me and shifty go to school together and he temporarily took my comp and posted all that crap

personally i think your poems rock jason sorry about all this

[Jason]

Originally posted by bloodzombie
I dunno if you were talking about me, I'm too lazy to look, but I legitimately mispell "the" all the time. most microsoft programs fix it for me though.

No beez, I wasn't talking to you at all.

I was talking about this:

Originally posted by Dayz V@mp!re
Because you touch yourself at night.


OMFG FARMILY GUY R TEH RULEZ><><0RZ!11!!!11

It only pisses me off when people intentionally mispell it because they think it's funny. I understand it's very easy to accidentally type the 'e' before the 'h' and what not. I always let Microsoft Word fix that kind of shit for me, too.

[Jason]

Originally posted by Dayz V@mp!re
Dude im sorry but me and shifty go to school together and he temporarily took my comp and posted all that crap

personally i think your poems rock jason sorry about all this

I'm very disinclined to believe you... but what the hell. Apology accepted.

[Mayo Inc.]

I WAS JUST JOKING J, I DIDN'T EVEN READ TEH POEMS SO DON'T WORRY

[Verthanthi]

Jas, just kill everyone who start with the member list of "something awful" and go from there.

[Verthanthi]

On an unrelated note, I also feel like sharing

Subculture Bar & Grill

The doorway's colours glow vibrantly like melting crayons
Crayons made of wood and glass
Inside, bare bulbs radiate every color not in the rainbow
Ugly bass beats abuse the air
Clomping upstairs, scuffed vinyl boots pinch my heels and toes
Salty saliva forms on my tongue
When I smell the burning steak and searing salmon
that sizzle deliciously on a grill
Those vibrant crayons are blue and liquid and luscious
The waitress wears black fishnets that accent her pale legs
She props my party a slew of virgin drinks
I wonder if she sees the silent word my lips mouth
They say, “You”
The deafening speakers of doom hush themselves (temporarily)
The room is silent as a mob
I stand suddenly and try to say something to her (something cool)
But Shade always falters the crowd
She will quickly forget the bizarre boy in a black bowtie
For he is a slippery memory
People who never knew him forget him
plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose
The tablecloth whispers sympathy to me
Wrapping me softly in virgin white

[Verthanthi]

slipslide meeting

Natural light streams through high windows
Gilt edged, multifaceted
Domes of perfect glass
The sun augments the sterile pales
Emitted from hidden halogens
You glide down a flight
Of inch-thick red carpeted stairs
In a blue silk suit with black tie
Shined black shoes
And gently holding a blue Fairfax fedora

You meet a woman
On the landing of soft carpet
Coming from mirror stairs
Of the ones you slid down
You take her arm and together float
Down the last set
Potted plants bowing as your feet
Touch the floor of an empty lobby
And you waltz

No smiles behind the desk
No boy in crimson at the door
No pushing, shoving, urgent businessmen
All alone, the two of you
Turn and one two three
A million couples surround you
And dance the same dance
To the same tune at the same time
As if someone was watching you
Through eyes of a diamond

[Jason]

Mayo, ignaxanned4life.

Shade, great stuff. I'm sorry to hear you didn't have the balls to say something to the pretty waitress.

And as for everyone else who's been sharing their work with us, kudos to you. I love reading other people's writing, and I appreciate the courage it takes to let people see some of your innermost thoughts that you happened to put to paper.

[Childrn of Light]

one eyed reich

Whistle while you work
Hitler was a jerk
Mussolini bit his weenie
Now it doesn't work.

i have syphilis

a small ship on the seas of november
allure of the waves
treasure of the graves
made me forget what I got when I fucked her.

i appreciate bad music

a poem set to synth
makes me smile
a poem set to hip hop
makes me frown
a poem read by a butch lesbian in a coffee shop
makes me hard

i hate my life

i am a whiny stupid shithole
i know this for a fact
but i don't do anything about it
because i made a pact

with my whiny stupid shithole bretheren
and with the poems contained within
i want to make you hate me
as much as i do, too

p.s. save a tree

being an erasure fan is tough

i walked into a bar
and said ouch!

i asked the dj if he could play
something to brighten my day

because i hate my life
as i have addressed in the above poems

so i needed something fresh
for this overburned flesh

with the pain and toil
of a hard day's work being a student

PAIN
PAID
PAIN
PAID

I PAID
FOR
PAIN
THE TRAGEDY!

the dillons saver card is cooler than the countrymart one

my keys are on my desk
and i discern a difference
between the black dillons card
and the white countrymart card

since black culture is cool now
i supposed that my dillons card is hip
so i walked outside and saw a black man
the only one in town
and greeted him as one of his own
because i have a dillons shopper saver card
and that means i am down with the homies

i hate the goddamned fucking yankees

fuck the yankees

i smelled my shoes and i thought of you

i took off my shoes
because i thought of you

i took off my pants
because i thought of you

i took off my underwear
because i thought of you

i took off my shirt
because i thought of you

i took off my undershirt
because i thought of you

i stepped in the shower
because i thought of you

i took a shower with my socks on
because I am John Cusack's character from "Better Off Dead"

Thanks.

[Jason]

Aside from that fact that you simply ooze an air of biting sarcasm with a touch of narcissism on the side, I suppose I'll admit I enjoyed the crack about the butch lesbian.

[Childrn of Light]

i listen to depressing music and i want you to know about it

i am wearing a depressing band's t shirt
in the vain hope of striking up a conversation
with someone with a similar interest

i wear a vest
in the vain persuit of money
MONEY GREED TERROR

where? wear!
clothes make a person
person make a clothes

i am wearing a depressing band's t shirt
because i only wear black
because it is intimidating
and intimidation expresses me better than crying like i want to
i am wearing a depressing band's t shirt

my jewel cases have coffee stains on them

i drink coffee
it makes me smart
so does writing poetry
but i'm still a shithead

m992

CHANT
CHANT
m992
m992

DELL MONITOR
DELL MONITOR
m992 m992
ARGH!

CHANT
JOIN IN THE CHANT
m992
m992

BLACK
NOT WHITE
BLACK
NOT WHITE

m992 m992

i'd fuck her but she's meh

sup babes

radiohead and tool are kickass bands

psyche! got you man! haha you believed that shit
dumbass

one liners are easiest

i struggle to write
because it is inane
i wish other people realized
the turmoil within

my crusade for satisfaction

baby why must i scale your walls
for head
honey why must i sack your village
for sex
sugar pie why must i assault your flanks
for anal
pumpkin poo why must i zerg rush
for a smile
sweetheart why must i need you


i don't give a damn

i am old
i paid my dues
i don't give a shit about you
but i will give my opinion of you anyway
because i am an old fucking coot who is going no where
least i am happier than you punkheads
because i've been there and
done that man
i am old

i am glad i am not 13 anymore

i am not 13
i am glad
to be 13
is to be sad

i knew big words!
i made impressions!
it does not work!
not anymore!
so i stopped!

get a clue!
get a job!

these are enjoyable to write

i am going to be a poet for the rest of my life
a poet knows no strife
he has no wife
fag

free association

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[Jason]

Strike my last comment from the record. You're just a bitter asshole, plain and simple.

[EDIT]I've made money, that is cold-hard-cash, off of my writing. Mock away.[/EDIT]