Gord
2017-07-13 01:16 pm
Past tomorrow I see no lecterns. The horse speaks, lack luster, Words worthless, and everyone taking pictures; Girls wet as many pitchers, Barn doors close windowless; Blissful peace again, Silencing planes overhead, Standing tall as clouds, Power small as a child, Foreign tongue, power bottom, University educated, Now you've got 'em. Maybe whispered tomorrow, Today lives in industry, Claws large as the gut, Staged imagery for one; Paper mimicry of a doll, Feigned apathy of a sun;
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Avreen
2017-07-07 06:24 am
I sat under the tree glancing nearby, hoping to find someone who could see me cry. Dreaming about a happier place, I stood up and walked speeding up my pace. I saw a girl sitting on the green bench looking as if trying to hide, Just like me maybe no one was there by her side; and with loneliness surrounding and head down she suddenly looked up gazing around. Seeing her face, I turned back in trauma and saw something which I could never forget "Why do you look back? This agony and pain ruined my life Its about that rain of acid which turned my cheerful life into a life so vapid". With tears all gone, I held her head high "there is no need for you to cry." You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I am not lying because I totally mean. All punishments for the guilty are too small, it is now time for him to fall. I then realized that in this world of misery and sadness, there is a lot to see Even the acid victims have the right to live just as a common girl like me.
The Sophist
2017-03-06 12:00 am
Those Girls; They're Tasteless. Waist Lips Off-Shore to Faces. Beach Lips of Wasted.
The Sophist
2016-11-17 12:00 am
It's you I want I just mean Do it Want me I'll scream Drown them More feelings Of wanting Longing For something Aloof Trot of the hoof Fall from the floor Land on the proof Smile at the whore Missing her tooth Trying to score Good times with the roof Ease to cool her Down and pass out Songs of abusers Speaking of peace Echo through darkness Then she falls asleep For something Standoffish I just mean It you whose the problem Not me I just solve 'em I can't be wrong 'Cuz I'm peaceful And honest And a really chill guy If you don't mind me talking At lengths just to show I'm not racist I'm mocking Their race 'Cuz it's funny Not Angry Just Loving That Pain From Above Automatic Dark static Creatures of habit Throwing outrage around Myself I won't have it Outraged at myself Myself never planning To be holed in a cell Living under you bandits You won't have it yourselves Yourselves being outraged At all of yourselves For all of your work Education and health Yell at your brothers Strangers Mothers Escaping from hell By throwing dirt At the world Insurmountable selves By the billions All with a version of self I'm doing it now Laying a seed To expand And develop I mean I just want to scream These guys I girl dog about I'm mad 'Cuz I'm me
The Sophist
2014-10-30 12:00 am
Doll Robert in a sailing shirt, Ever lurks through souls deserted, Tall akward leaves a trail covered, Never hurt but he scared the girl.
Gord
2014-09-05 12:00 am
Slane Girl I wish I were Giving head to my peers All these feelings ecstasy brings Lack of self control teenagers portray No ecstasy feelings linger No hand from my peers Wish I weren't Slane Girl
The Sophist
2014-08-25 12:00 am
If you're called queer, but you aren't a gay, If you rub beards with the same fag, Maybe my lips are cleft, Might be my lazy eye, My sexuality is wild. Pharrell: Come dirty it up! I take off all my clothes, Prepare for masturbation, Acting all casual, Prepare an invitation, Ask her for licks and spanks too, No, No, No, Don't want to rape her, No, No, No, Men satisfy my anger. That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl, Not genderphobic, But you wouldn't know it, I'm afraid to show it, But I want girls, But I let guys blast me, My face gets nasty, All covered in man skeet, I'm talking bad times. Not genderphobic, You wouldn't know it, I'm afraid to show it, But I want girls, But they won't grab me, If I do they slap me, Gave up and got past it, Pharrell: Come dirty it up! Why do I dream poor? My life never screams fun, I spend nights on YouPorn, Used to all this dick in my face, Somebody fuck me, Oh, oh, oh, Who wants to fuck me? Oh, oh, oh, Smoke dimes, Come fuck me. I take off all my clothes, Prepare for masturbation, Acting all casual, Prepare an invitation, Ask her for licks and spanks too, No, No, No, Don't want to rape her, No, No, No, Men satisfy my anger. That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl, Not homophobic, But a little bit dope sick, AIDs epidemic, Got me all butt hurt, On which sex I should marry, Not based on who loves me, I'm talking a party, I'm talking bad times, Not homophobic, But a little bit dope sick, Let's hope I don't get, Stuck without girls, Or without laughing, At a guy that's jacking, Me off in his panties. Pharrell: Come dirty it up!
The Sophist
2014-08-20 12:00 am
Left-hand turn, Going 'round it widdershins, Seems absurd, If going 'round's done by a prince, Without a girl, A kingdom where two men are kings, Oh, what a world, Full of gay and shiny things, And yet we curl, And limit what we see in dreams, Oh, what a world, Fuck man and girl in sets of fours and threes, We're not worried, We'll get married to our companies, The fucks insured, All sure we're fucked contractually, All sure it's pure, Consummation makes the fuck complete, Seems absurd, You're raised so that your mind competes, Submit to words, Love for nothing, Twiddle your box; Accept defeat.
Gord
2014-07-16 12:00 am
A relationship couldn't hurt you. They call her whirlpool. What? Cannot water purl, lest swirl? Cannot the girl circle? Without countess' calling Birle?¹ A charity now, discounts jealousy. Apparently they want your man... Maybe the man they seek is a boy. Attracted to kiss curls and cute girls. Ensnared in world's trap of spit curls, The world is full of geothermal cores. Moreover she's 'so hot', She only explores herself. I walked right into the flower shop. Honestly I'm not looking for vagina, I'm just looking to be the primus.² Footnotes: 1. Swirling Water; Masculine Name; 2. The 'one'; The first.
Gord
2014-06-20 12:00 am
Truant of answers they ask questions. How dare you darken a world? How can you blacken a pearl? Life lessons and cheap metaphors. By having sex with your girl, After her father finished with her.
Gord
2014-05-16 12:00 am
I screw up, just before the exit, Re-schedule my days upon lighting torches, Renewing an old love for delightful corpses. See to it that the girl is pleasur'd. No golden god summoned will even touch her, No other lover to serve under, I sure shit the bed on this one. Previewing future proves absolute doom. My wife loves the taste of blood, I spend my life providing it to her.
The Sophist
2014-04-25 12:00 am
Self circled in dirt, Drawn via stick, To conjure Lapland giants, Keeping them sic, Self free from hurt, To conjure vagrants and larrikins, Doing battle in mine eyes, Cain's mark upon my lamb skins, Letters in twine. Speaking names in droves of demons, Melodic tunes 'twixt thought and time, Emblems of the saints and spirits, 'Mephisto, please, appear and rise!' Ut appareat et surgat Mephistophilis! A basilisk thus clouds mine eyes. 'Switch form you beast, but please don't die!' Smoke appears to change the guise, 'Return to me Franciscan Monk!' By magic I am blindly drunk, Mephisto doth appear to me, Apparently, he says, with ease. But apparently his own volition, Per accidens he blessed my wishes. 'I charge thee wait upon my life, Do what Sophist shall command, Be it moon to fall from night, Oceans all to swallow land, Orient wife with adjunct girls, Harvest the seas of opulent pearls. Surgat nobis dicatus The Sophist! Pray devoutly to the prince of hell, Confounding home with Elysium, The Sophist; To Whom Sophist dedicates himself.' Conjuror laureate beyond control, Mephisto a piece; Mystery whole.
Kodyboi
2014-04-23 12:00 am
I remember when we broke up the first time. I remember trying to do nothing. Saying "this is it", like a Jackson hit. I remember not seeing you for about a month. I remember waking up, I remember remembering a punch in the mouth, Reminding me to chart future relationships out. I'm calling it off. The wedding and the dates you liar. I'm telling you off this time. We'll never, ever ever get back together. Go talk to your friends. Talk to mine. Waste your time, Spend your time playing pretend. End up like Islam on the Balkan Island. I'm really going to miss writing. Miss writing is miswriting, Misleading my idols into the trivial. Hiding the infinite potential on vinyl. Throw on the CD, it's more indie than mine. More John Frusiante than girls from Niandra. So for another month I'l find peace of mind. So you called me up, To talk about like love, but no luck. Because I was like, and he was like. and they were like. Even his parents didn't like him. So he was like, ugh, boring. and I'm always touring, so like, fuck him. We're never, ever, ever, getting back together. Your friends balk, and my friends bawk. So the whole thing is pretty complimentary.
Gord
2014-04-15 12:00 am
My new world is atwixt. Filled with candy and chocolate. With a wafer so crisp.
Gord
2014-03-18 12:00 am
Dismayed, they go on to play with more singers, Call girls and you call the band over; Clearly you plan to continue forward; With a drum and bass nobody has ever heard of; Clearly you're like the Doors in the 40's with an in; Misinformed; Just like Jim Morrison; A university student proclaiming to know the way that God would live;
Gord
2014-03-17 12:00 am
I eschew words like schlep, I schedule my days upon lighting torches, Renewing an old love for delightful chorus. I see to it that the girl is kempt. I make sure no golden meal even touch her, No other lover, I sure made my love for her seem abundant. Previewing future proves nothing but true love. My waifu loves the taste of cheeto dust, You know, when we kiss and stuff.
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