Titles of Poems in my grade twelve note book (an interactive ilx game)

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i have an idea, why dont you guys take one of the titles, which are much better then the poetry, and write a short lyric or sentence or something. Here are the titles from my yellow aquabee notebook for fall/winter grade twelve year
sex jesus
wounded slit
i laughed but it touched me once
christs tender bosom
i jack off to jesus (an ode in the punk style)
cathatric bleeding
the samaritin sings cabaret
David w/o Johnathon
kiss your disased lover
I want to kiss the pope
haiku written on wet cocktail napkin
sepia images of masculine beuaty
In the bathtub finding infinte wisdom
His supine torso twists
Its a sin, and i have not been to Mass
Thump Thump Tinkle
the boy i saw at the bathhouse
call and response mass hypnosis
gesturing like an aphetemine crazed spider monkey
he slips sublty, an eel avoids the waters capture




i have an idea, why dont you guys take one of the titles, which are much better then the poetry, and write a short lyric

anthony, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Call and response mass hypnosis
Electrocute: explain this psychosis
Hey doctor, what's the prognosis
Lisp, cyst, fist, crisps

Call and response is the synopsis
Educate: evaluate: the crisis
Hey doctor, what's the prognosis? Wisp, jist, list, grips

Hmmm, sort of a metal song.

jel --, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

(i think i am depressed today)

jel --, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

sex jesus can I have some sober

jeska, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

in the bathtub finding infinite wisdom I get wrinkly

jeska, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i want to kiss the pope...in the bathtub finding infinite wisdom

Chris, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

haiku written on
wet cocktail napkin - biro
now completely fucked

Archel, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i jack off to jesus (an ode in the punk style)

i jack off to jesus
i jack of to psalms
i jack off to homily
'cuz i have holy palms

FUCK THE SYSTEM!
FUCK THE SYSTEM!
FUCK THE SYSTEM!
FUCK THE SYSTEM!

Dan Perry, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Ministry's back, awright!

Daver, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Dan could open for the Poem'cees as Poeministree!

Nicole, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

popshots75: I could post some stinkers from my high school notebook.
popshots75: My first poem was about a FLOWER in your HEART.
popshots75: Well, not YOUR heart, but you get it.
Dubplatestyle: wouldnt that hurt?
popshots75: Possibly. My metaphors really suck.
Dubplatestyle: flower in my heart
makes me fart
like a grilled stuft burrito
on a lark
popshots75: Is that from the new Naughty By Nature album?
Dubplatestyle: i wish!

jess, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I am disappointed because I missed an opportunity to use the phrase "hairy psalms".

Dan Perry, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

ARGH.

You have sullied much that is pure. I command you to go read the Song of Solomon, clearly a chaste poem about Christ's love for the Church.

Ned Raggett, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Archel now = ruler of my universe.

nabisco%%, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

new poetic answers

anthony, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

come on its fun

anthony, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Sadly I have no time for poetery since my every waking moment is now consumed with training to be A 7TH GRADE LANGUAGE ARTS TEACHER!! ARGHGH!!!!

Ms. S., Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

the boy i saw at the bathhouse

the springtime space cadet
blithely rockets through the mist
but i am autumn

j.lu, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

nine months pass...
I'm reviving this because I've decided I REALLY want to finish writing lyrics for "I Jack Off To Jesus" and I'm taking suggestions.

Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Monday, 31 March 2003 14:35 (twenty-two years ago)

I trust your own powers of filth, Mr. Perry.

Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 31 March 2003 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)

Thump Thump Tinkle
Goes my heart
Everytime we're apart
I must have angina

jel -- (jel), Monday, 31 March 2003 14:45 (twenty-two years ago)

It's a sin
.
.
and I have not been to Mass
-achusetts since last May,
where St Mary the samari
-tan sings cabaret.

(?)

OleM (OleM), Monday, 31 March 2003 18:13 (twenty-two years ago)

i want to kiss the pope
open mouthed
so i can breathe in his dope
the pope
smokes dope
i hope

dave q, Monday, 31 March 2003 18:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Higgledy piggledy,
Sepia im'ges of
Masculine beauty are
Everywhere.
Though Papal pupils are
Parallelepipeds,
Christ's tender bosom's in-
Variably square.

OleM (OleM), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:07 (twenty-two years ago)

He slips subtly in the bathtub.
An eel avoids finding infinite wisdom.
The waters capture.

OleM (OleM), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Finding Infinite Wisdom in the Bathtub
by Ogden Nash

I never search for infinite wisdom in the bathtub
Unless I absolutely have tub.

Nick A. (Nick A.), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Now I'm worried that this joke doesn't work outside of my own head.

Nick A. (Nick A.), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:52 (twenty-two years ago)

Of course it does. Mock Nash, yay:

The boy I saw at the batthau's
Had a face like Walter Matthau's

OleM (OleM), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:56 (twenty-two years ago)

Dammit, that's so much better than mine.

Nick A. (Nick A.), Tuesday, 1 April 2003 12:04 (twenty-two years ago)

nine years pass...

Haha years later I'm RATHER proud of my own contributions to this thread, but I'm not sure anything can top Lisp, cyst, fist, crisps

anatol_merklich, Saturday, 5 May 2012 19:08 (thirteen years ago)

I WAS BLIND
BUT NOW I SEE
JUST HOW FUCKED UP
MY LIFE CAN BE
I PLUCK MY EYES OUT
ONE BY ONE
MY BLOODY SOCKETS
DRIP AND RUN

You Don't Throw Oranges On An Escalator (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 5 May 2012 22:34 (thirteen years ago)

Pretty sure everything I thought I wrote in high school was actually an over the top parody of angsty teenagerdom written by present day me and sent back in time.

You Don't Throw Oranges On An Escalator (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 5 May 2012 22:38 (thirteen years ago)

Crumple it
And throw it out
Another piece of shit.
There's nothing here to make me work
I'm rusted shut
And falling down the pit.
A carcass
Lying, rotting in the field
Of ultimate despair
A feast
Partake and eat my soul.
Everyone is Here.
Heaven is the ignorance
Of the hell that's known as life.
Will Heaven be worth it? I wonder
Too late
I've used the knife I'm impaled upon the knife.

You Don't Throw Oranges On An Escalator (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 5 May 2012 22:43 (thirteen years ago)

Oh, I totally misunderstood the purpose of this thread. Well, y'all are welcome to include those gems in your screenplay for The Craft 2: The Craftening or whatevs.

You Don't Throw Oranges On An Escalator (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 5 May 2012 22:52 (thirteen years ago)


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