What is loneliness?
I've never felt this.
Is it wrong not to feel it?
I have friends with me, all of the time.
They live inside of me, so I'm never lonely.
Boy, did she ever taste good.

What is insanity?
I've always felt this.
Is there another feeling?
I've never felt different.
Insanity is abnormal
so am I sane compared to myself?

The drink

A long gulp
on the riperaraff of today
slurp the liquors like
a suffocation


Just for the lulz

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I enjoy abstract poetry.

Sorry that fits the thread right?

Yeah and try telling Quebecers like me to enjoy speaking english and befirend everyone from Canada and the USA after what they did to the French colonists.

Men are dying,
children are lying,
and hope is all forgotten once and thus long ago.

Screaming desolation,
defeated soldiers,
shaken foundation.

Crystal glasses all but shattered,
feeling lost and sightly battered.

Green with envy soon turns to grass,
And flowers fall within the warm summer's grasp.

In that instant,
we dissipate

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Book. It came from the wall of stars,
left behind nothing but a shoebox,
turned a goat into a boat and left it in a moat,
then ate a screwdriver.

In the end it was really a good thing,
but along the journey it mostly went up and down,
deciphering the babble of the jokers and idiots,
snake jumping around the pillars and roaring.

HOW PROFOUND!!!!

The french colonists had it coming.

I cannot save them all. I cannot save them all. Words reverberating through my forsaken soul.

Slowly sawing on and on, numbed by my task, numbed by his pain. The soldier, I mean, he lies dying. This is the only way to save his life, I think. Or is this a dream? I cannot be certain. It feels real; too real. Sawing on and on, and almost through.

Get a grip, my conscious says. Stay focused, it says. I do not know if it is lying. Who am I? What am I doing here? My medicine is all but gone, what few remains I have left are not the least bit useful. Glorious battle? Glorious for those who do not do the fighting, I'd say. Forget that all now; I am reminded by the task at hand.

Blood of what origin I have no clue. It's splattered over me in this supposed star spangled glory. Forget sanitary, what is that like exactly? Clean... The word has lost its meaning, I do not know what that is like anymore. It meant something like... like...

Bullets overhead. I must duck for cover. Why are they shooting at me, anyway? Don't they know killing me would be doing me a favor? Suicide? No no, my conscious still has some grasp in this frail mind of mine. I am here to do a job, but what was it exactly? Thinking... Where am I? Why am I in this muck?

Aha! The job is finished. Perhaps... Perhaps another I can save. Or can I? Save... How many have died? Ten, twenty? How long have I been here?

WHAT IS LOVE? BABY DONT HURT ME

Poetry is nice,
But Touhou games are better;
Reimu Hakurei.

Winos throwing frisbees at the sun,
Put my soul between a bun,
Now I'm wounded, now I'm drunk,
Now I'm running like a flaming pig.
AWWW YEAH

Once
I raped a pregnant girl.
(Can I tell my friends
it was a threeway?)

I woke up, found I pissed the bed,
So drunk I gave a dude head,
Fell asleep on the bathroom floor,
WHAT DOES IT MATTER ANYMORE?

I don't get it.

Pretend you're blruhbrieghoafdhgl.

My farts are radioactive.
My shoe smells like garlic.
I have a black light.
You are Dezmondo.

You all make too much sense.

What the fart is this
I can't stand all this pointless shit
Might as well troll 'em.

(haiku ftw)

Hey, have any of you ever licked one of those frozen corpses you keep in the basement? I did once.
My tongue got stuck to it, and after that my uncle had to call the fire department to get it unstuck.
We finally used a giant hairdryer to melt the ice, and then I played the drums with the leftover chopsticks.