Here's a poem I wrote a couple weeks ago. It's nothing great, but it's the only poem I've written in probably two years or more, and I have nothing better to do with my time than post it here ( Read more... )

I found a bunch of old poetry today, and I read it, and some of it (not much, but a bit) isn't mind-numbingly terrible. It's not that great either, but I'm bored, so I'm gonna post it. In roughly chronological order:

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FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

FUCKFUCK.

FUUUUUUUUCK.

FUCK.

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

It's hard, you know? It's hard, and each day it gets a little bit harder. It's 6:30 in the morning, and I don't want to go to sleep because tomorrow will seem to come that much quicker. I'm twenty years old, for god's sake. Twenty years, and what have I done with my life? I don't mean changing the world type shit, I'm just saying, I want something ( Read more... )

So I was looking up the word "nuance" in the dictionary (I know what it means, but I wanted to see how the dictionary defined it), and one of the definitions had an example that said "without understanding the finer nuances you can't enjoy the humor." Problem is, I thought it said "without understanding the finer nuances you can't enjoy the hummer ( Read more... )

[From Krypton Nights, a book of poetry by Bryan Dietrich, this selection is from the perspective of Lex Luthor]

Some JokesI ( Read more... )

Oklahoma 59
Tulsa 17

Fuck you, too.