I stole this from Ian:

Aug 24, 2005 21:55

Bad teenage poetry ( Read more... )

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kahlil_85 August 25 2005, 04:10:13 UTC
Electric white out,
cancerous listerine mini paks,
rocket-powered dog,
Like summer in the city and a smooth whiskey
both burn our stomachs,
relentless clothes hangers, staplers, polar bears, white out, listerine mini paks and dogs
we watch the dying sun rise,
puissant DVD player,
father, mother, secret lover
I turn to all of them and I whisper in their ear "...

Death to teenage poetry. The lowest of all literary forms!

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thatrisagirl August 25 2005, 21:37:29 UTC
yess kahlil. i owe you some skittles. when do you arrive in the city? we must hang out.

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kahlil_85 August 26 2005, 01:26:04 UTC
I arrive the 5th of September,and we must

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bluemonk August 25 2005, 21:36:42 UTC
Winding street,
Fading streetlights,
my heart
baileys irish bottles lay around the scrabbleboard,
witty jokes, a smile, a flirt, and all the looks.
we walk the dark streets, hang out at that coffee shops, play truth or dare.
sexual tension.
hands, feet, hearts.
I think that today i am going to kill these fond memories before they kill my pain.

hahah
so formulaic!

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hehe thatrisagirl August 26 2005, 03:17:38 UTC
Silvery rain,
Rickety porch winding ivy,
Smoldering cigarette,
Arms entiwined like my mind, now entwined with the liquor in my blood,
beautiful summers, freezing autumns, two hearts, a dagger,an orange, a frozen lake,
We walked along that lonely path,
heavy footsteps,
a locket, two bags, and an empty bottle,
i smothered it all with a blink of my eye and a turn of my hand.

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