As I’m standing naked...

...on the bow
of the boat that's afloat
only in the here and now,

I ask, is anything worth finding,
worth staying for, or binding?

Or should I sail away into the morrow,
Excited, without sorrow,
at the possibilities before me.


Edited by Dazed

I got out my hand lube for nothing.

Nice though.  I should hook you all up with my 1337 poetry skillsss sometime.

Nice....I too and a poet at heart...I just need the proper inspiration.

Better than the usual crap posts. Finally, some insightful and deep thinking.

I really enjoyed it.
I give it an enthusiastic two thumbs up.

She takes the money from her purse,
and pays the man behind the counter.
Gets her bag, and wanders out the door.

She gets to the apartment,
Sits down in the kitchen,
And waits for the stove to warm.

And the children are calling her home.
Wondering again if they'll see her tonight.
Not understanding why they're goin hungry.


Falling and failing, her children were wailing,
For the mother they could not find.
Try as they may, no one would tell them
She wasn't coming back this time.

If they only knew, the needle was falling.
If they only knew, the angels were calling.
Calling, calling, calling her away.

-Edit-I'm adding a little more. I'll get it closer to finished, then bump this, as if anyone cares.

Edited by Dazed

*ahem*

"Beans beans, they're good for your heart..."

once there was a man named bill, who swallowed an atomic pill. his **edited** eroded, his **edited** exploded and he found his **edited** in brazil.

quizl wrote: here i sit, broken hearted, tried to s h i t, but only farted.

some come here to **edited** and stink, others come here to sit and think. well i come here to scratch my balls, and read the writing on the walls.

 

anywho, dazed, great poems that really takes some talent. great work. ever thought of getting some published?

We just started our poetry unit in english today. Nice poems, keep on writing.