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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