poetry in the mine field? why the fuck not?

[The Watcher]

insistant inconsistancies, no innocence in sight
so i'm not the only one
to feel the fear this deep within

withdraw in anger if it suits you
while i fall back into this swing of contemplation
where i can drown in mahogany's smooth, glabrous skin once more.
delighted in a way only children know in it's victory against more porous imposters.
ebb and flow with the grain like the best of them
just another tag along in this epic journey

petulance comforts...how overrated mystery can be.
really, was there ever a virtue so worthless as patience?

just how many ways have you seen our demise
through those dark and soulful eyes?
a thousand souls, a million miles

you seem so afraid
but i know better
than to ask for things that aren't yours to give
it's only nature, and it's too late for broken promises
another lesson? how quaint.

hope or memory. you choose. i'll wait.
it's still the same reality, and aren't we all searching for the same?
a spark of passion, a partner in crime...
and why are you looking at me like that?
it's your story, love.

 

[Mentalist]

Grippy Elves.

 

[Cassie]

Hey! You should come around more. Nice poem.

 

[whisky]

little kid I love you
little kid you drive me nuts
little kid you look so cute
little kid stop picking your nose
little kid you make my beard grey
little kid you make my day

 

[CaptainWacky]

About time this place got an injection of culture.

 

[curiousa2z]

Sweet poem, Watcher!
You need to hang out here more, doll.

 

[CaptainWacky]

WE ALL NEED TO KEEP IN TOUCH AFTER GRADUATION

 

[WillsZenith]

About time this place got an injection of culture.

said the poet to the prostitute....

 

[CaptainWacky]

You can lead a whore to culture but you can't make her think.