Poetry game 10004385

Your so confusing,
In every single way,

Push me aside,
But then beg for me
to stay,

Your handsome face,
Can attract anything
that can breathe,

And your hair,
The way it sways
making my heart
seethe,

Signal's are false,
Theres a coldness
is your eyes,

Your hearts empty,
your handsome,
but despised,

This must end,
All these lies
and leading me
on,

Now or never,
Your just so
beautifullly chaotic,
but in other words,
a con.

(I have no clue, is this really along the lines of "Beautifully Chaotic" or not, but hey I tried, I'm not really good at writing)

Next topic:Torture

Writhe in blood,
Take care,
Should the chains break,
You would break free.
Just take.
Take it all,
Take the pain,
And fall.

Metal,
So hot,
The stench of flesh.
When tortured,
It will rot.

Needles,
Close your eyes,
Screams,
Blood on the walls,
Agony in twisting,
Broken fingers.

Machines,
Wires,
Mechanisms...
It tires the mind,
This thing,
This destruction.
It tires the soul.
This torture.

(Okay, even me myself didn't really get this one.)

Next topic: White Walls

Um,.sorry for asking. What's root beer?

whoa.. root beer is a type of soda, sort of like dr. pepper if you know what that is.. you've never had a root beer float.. vanilla ice cream and root beer?

Don't give up your pretty coat,
Don't let the beauty of your reds float away,
Swept beyond by the greedy wind...
To take away such beauty
Is surely a sin.

Stay where you are
In colors of sunsets
Don't ever let yourself
Be bare and empty branches again.
But before you take my advice,
Please float a single leaf down,
That I might keep a single piece of beauty,
Before winter calls it all away.

(Okay, weird.)

Next topic: Broken Windowpanes

What does a soul do in hell?
What is a soul like,
Can it yell?
It must be hot in hell,
Meaning,
Is heaven cold?
It must be strange,
To be a soul,
It must be weird in hell.
If you felt pain for eternity,
Would you get used to it?
These are the questions,
I tried to ask my tortured soul,
And my answer was,
"Really, why commit suicide at all?"

(there, that should fix that!)

Next Topic: Orange peel (hehehehehe...)

And, anyone?
Or do I have to write it myself?

:-) beth

(Fine, fine, I'LL write it.)

It isn't just the smell,
It isn't just the taste,
But I love oranges,
And their citrus bitiness.
It stings your tongue,
So bittersweet,
It holds you there,
By your vitamin C deficiency,
I want one now,
My very own,
I'll eat it all,
By my own.

Refreshing as a waterfall,
On a summer's day,
Let the bittersweetness,
Take me away...

(kay... I suppose I didn't actually mention orange peel in there, but the whole idea is that the only thing left of my "citrus delight" by the time I'm done with it, is a pile of peel.)

Next Topic: Unintended Suicide

Poison

So very crazy in the head,
Wouldn't stop until her poor
husband was dead,
Sneaking poison in his food,
How was she capable of doing
something so crude,

Coughing at the grossed out taste,
But he just wouldn't let that food
go to waste,
He'd smile and nod and appreciate
what he got,
While his wife waited, and remained
uncaught,

Finally the day came when he'd fall
down dead,
While she stared and thought of what
lay ahead,
His millions were now hers as she
became rich,
But her actions explained she was
just a cold hearted b****.

Next topic: School Bully

he follows me
hes everywhere
he's powerful
and unfair
he picks on all
weaker and smaller
he bets someone up
for a dollar
i hate him
really and truely
hes just another
school bully

text topic..... a black rose....

He walked by to the very spot
Where she'd been laid to rest
In a fancy coffin, engraved with fairies
And a black rose on her chest

He wept as he thought of the look on her face
As she lay dead in her grave
He thought of the 12 red roses he'd sent
And the radiant smile she gave

Now she was gone, and his love had been snatched
Right out from under his nose
For that all that was left of that scarlet boquet
Was that single, and loveless black rose

(that was pathetic :)...)

Nest Topic: Caught in the act

wtf? jello wrestling???! how m i supposed 2 write a poem about that?!

hahaha no clue

Jello Wrestling..

Wrestle with me
Gelatin in my Jello
and One day
You shall
Find a way to Mellow
your dreams

Wrestle with me
Gelatin in my Jello
And bounce To the noise
the sweet sounds
of your body
swiggle
swaggle.
When Craving..
eat my jello,
Hollow...

Next Topic- SUMO WRESTLE WITH ELMO :)

Sickening thoughts run through my head,
Unsure reason's why Elmo wishes me dead,
Making me nervous when i close my eyes to sleep,
Out of no where comes Elmo making not one peep,

With a pair of scissors in his hand,
Ripping off my head-band,
Energetic but evil too,
Something Elmo would never be thought to do,
Ticking my feet and punching my gut,
Letting me fall down,then kicking me in the butt,
Eventually stopping to take a breath,

Waiting so he can accomplish my death,
Instead of torture he pulled out a pink hare,
Then all I could do was sit up and stare,
He dropped it on me so I tried to run,

Enough was enough where the hell is my gun,
Luckily I'd make it through,
Mouthing words to him too...then,
Out of no where,.... reappeared the hare.

(haha, it spells out "sumo wrestle with elmo" though, the first letter of each word, read it down,..)

Next topic: Chocolate pudding.

Creamy and dark,
And oh so good,
A journey it will embark,
And you know it should.

Chocolate delight,
Whipped till ideal.
Delicious day or night,
This love is real!

A perfect dessert in every way,
Great with a bit of whipped cream.
You only wich it would stay,
Like it does in your dream.

Chocolate Pudding, is the best,
It's not too hard to say,
It's better than ALL the rest,
So pass the pudding, okay?

Next Topic: Having a cold