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Moral: Abide By My Chosen Lifestyle or Be Terminated

donteatacowman — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 22:51:12 +0000

There was a carnivorous dude
Who thought animals were only food
So, searching for chow,
He once ate a dead cow
But then choked to death as he chewed.

The Coroner

JessAnn — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:30:19 +0000

He was a master at his art
He loved to tell how the dear did depart
He’d say, “My profession is death,
and this man died while on meth
after lighting his own fart.”

Pop Culture Osmosis

donteatacowman — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 00:55:54 +0000

“Shakespeare was a wonderful poet,”
Thought a man who had no way to know it,
So he sat through Macbeth,
Which bored him to death,
And now he tells Shakespeare to stow it.

Poem with a Clever title

Terraina — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 19:51:57 +0000

Stark cold and grey, like the fingers of Death wrapped ’round my neck
She stands alone, bejeweled and bedecked
He stares across the great divide
Her heart he seeks to see inside

Though fearsome it is, with bright disdain
He walks the throng within the crowded room
Body to body they block his way
Keeping him ever from his metal bloom

Surreal is the night and frigid the air
He reaches her spot but doesn’t find her there
Skirts rustle, attention wavers, flight takes the stairs
Up to the tower, down to the dungeon, burrow under ground for the dragon’s lair

Silver is the moonlight blinking off the lake
And red is the anger he feels following behind
Hand clasps around her wrist, finally his to take
But so much dust is she, only Death will he find

Ode to Goths in Hot Weather

Heather — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 18:20:32 +0000

Some folks are obsessed with death
And dress like it though they draw breath
But when it gets hot,
Their look starts to rot,
Leaving a funny aftermath

Another state of living

JessAnn — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 19:55:21 +0000

I never thought about dying before. Never once did it occur to me that I wasn’t going to be here forever. That is, until I met Jimmy. Jimmy taught me what it meant to live life for now. He taught me that living life is the one thing worth dying for. It wasn’t until the day he died that I knew he had cancer. I promised him I wouldn’t mourn him, that I’d keep living life instead. But, as I sit here, planting daisies around his headstone, I know I’m breaking a promise. But, isn’t mourning just another state of living?

The City

JessAnn — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 19:43:23 +0000

From the lighthouse
She could see the city
Sining brightly
Across the lake

The city was her city
She called it home
She ruled over it
But she couldn’t defend it

So she ran here
To the lighthouse
Across the lake
And she waited

As the darkness grew above
The city burned brighter below
Flames engulfed the
Towering buildings

She couldn’t defend the city
So she hid herself away
Afraid of dying
Trying to save the city

Take me dancing before I die

melissaoyler — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 05:02:28 +0000

She wondered briefly if the smell of roses
when there were none to be found
might be evidence of brain trauma

Brushed it off and convinced him
salsa dancing was the way to fix this
focused on their connection as they

glided across the dance floor. They were
lithe and surreal and all the things
young love was supposed to be

but she already did not feel it
and he did not yet know it

as he held her tight and breathed life
into her limp body, but her mind was gone.
He wondered if she wore new perfume …

She smelled rose-like as she departed his world.

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