ok i start the poem, and you add a line or 2 to it. it has to have a rhyming pattern to it though.


Did you think what you were doing was right?

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Did you think what you were doing was right?
you took a blow job from a psycho, and she gave a big bite
your weiner fell very limp
as the blood began to drip

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You watched your bleeding stump,
Now you'll never hump

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god damnit i hate you
you make me wanna pew

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me? i really do hope not
cuz if it is, i think i'll be shot

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maybe it is, maybe it isn't
i don't care, you fucking peasant

so shove a golf club up you ass
and lie down on some glass

don't take this with offense
because i'll just be on the defense

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i can't handle this jibba-jabba
your body will be cadavered

your treatment to me has been most unjust
now you shall die, and become disgraced with grave lust

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oh well
go to hell

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suddenly all monkey butlers attack their masters on the same date
they kill them all, then masterbate

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were they in utopia
nope, just a frutopia



*simpson's, eat your heart out! *

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they drank all the punch
even if it wasnt lunch

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the ace of spades was not as such
though they did not care all that much

then the queen of hearts said:
you, you, off with your head!

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yeild not climb into bed
for you are already dead

this i cannot believe
am i dead? will they grieve?

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in the end it was the greatest of deeds
epilogue of hate will be all i deceive

Never wanting to give but to recieve
Now my last breath I breathe



(goes well with the whole blowjob thing)

last breathe of sodomy, exhale of aphrodisia
sexual bliss, just like our first kiss
as covenants of old, let it be told, the nectar of night will truely unfold

So numbing, deaths anesthisia...
The wholeness, tis' that which I miss
As my soul slips away, so cold

thus, as i said, 'tis the bliss that i'll miss
contorting scythe, i gear and raise my fist

i pound you in with disgust
and another one bites the dust

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I've died for lust
Dead
Frozen with postmortem

DID U THINK WHAT I WAS DOING RIGHT
WHEN I SLIT HIS THROAT DURING THE FIGHT
I WATCHED HIM BLEED ON THE GROUND
THEY SAID IT WAS A LACERATED THROAT THEY FOUND

WATCHING, WAITING HIS LIFE SLIPS AWAY
KNOWING THAT HE WAS NEVER TO STAY
ON THIS FUCKED UP EARTH
HE SHOULD HAVE DIED AT BIRTH


PRETTY SHIT BUT ANYWAY

hehe,

sitting atop the window sill is a pie
escuse me, while i kiss the sky

not as good, but oh well

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blue, blue sky, please make me leaner
ohhhh i wish i were an oscar mayer weiner

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i cant rhyme
and i am wasting my time

Holy shit man, how old is this thread?
deathxleprosyx, what the hell went through your head?

wow, you brought this thread back just to say that?

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NewHELLonEARTH, that didn't rhyme
Stand accused of a deliberate crime!!!!

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What the fuck this is gay!
That's all I've got to say.

The Architect Sovereign demands sacrifices of calcium for this impertinence,
For your failure to act as creative vessels (contrary to what he had intended).
Confine yourself to rhyme and patterns, as clockwork, simplistic,
Never repeating yet so predictable
Hint to the future, show only limited possibilities,
an insult to the Divine Mathematics...

BC, that's easy for you to say, I see,
But the only one gettin' it is PST

(flog me that was lame!)

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Doing this for the fame
Blank generation that awakes

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Free post
no need to boast

Requiem is gay
Zionist is gay
Travi5 is gay
Problematic is gay

Then I ate an orange.

Noooo, baby, nooooo
Nothin' rhymes with that word
You just can't say that to me
Anything else would only make me cry
But it wouldn't make me feel this misery
That I feel when you say

ORAAAANGE!!!!!!!!!!!

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Fuck rhyme!
Obsolete device of the purists!
I like thyme
I think I'll go get a pumice..

Shit
Tit
At the table of Broken Crimsons elite
they fight and squabble over who to deplete
bribes and treacheries go unnoticed in the face of fame
when the soldiers come to pillage and bring shame
the generals of sin spread the curse of pestilence and fear
under the summoning of Mephisto,the dawn of armageddon is near
total eclipse, the dark cold captures all
all but the dark flames of hell that stand tall
I kinda suck at writing lyrics and all that
Broken Crimson is sick at writing cool shit

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No more bullshit about rhyme. There's been unrhymed verse for millenia and fighting against it is like fighting against cardboard boxes. There will always be people who use them and people who don't. Deal with it as you seem to be capable of dealing with the use of any other poetic or rhetorical device.

woe da woe da
pop you with my nine
duck low, real low bitch,
JOAMniggz in da houzz

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i walk with the limp cause my legs deformed
cant afford crutches cause my families poor
my dad's pay check but the boss ignores
i ask for money but they aint got anymore

i buy a firearm off your mom
turn it around and shoot
slice out 'er eyes, n fuck em twice
then steal back my fuckin loot.

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rolling blunts
licking cunts
blowing nuts
fucking sluts

*revives thread*

What? You like given head

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Hmmm that came out wrong. I wanted to sound like a blew a nut, or busted?

And then I said: "I don't like rhyme, therefore I won't anymore
I will now vacate the room, for I need spare change for a dime." (HANG ON...THAT RHYMES!!!!)

crap i'm now rhyming again (good grief)
hey, does anybody have some beef?
i feel hungry, that i do
i don't care what i eat, just give me some poo

Here have some flesh
Straight from a nursery rhyme
all for you to caress
Do you think it's a crime?

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Surely you can write better than that
Your verses are worse than something that's shat
From a 1000 year old buffalo that was constipated
With bloodshot eyes that are dilated
So get to writing something bitchin'
I'm going to make a sammich in my kitchen


(you're making my poems bad, too! lol)

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Can't write something bitchin'
cause my balls are itchin'
Pavements, trees, radios, tons!
lifting the city to Heaven my sons!
who cooked rotten animals lungs and feet
in a pan full of moronic deceit
who burned cigarette holes in their arms
and now lie dead in abandoned slums


Come on it's not that bad!Is this any better?

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If I don't write "good"
I surmise I'll be getting a black hood
To drape right 'round my head, now dripping with blood
After I'm executed with a formal flourish, for a crime which I would
Ever and ever, take back, if I could-

Never did I think to, or drink to, or sink to
Such a place, such a brink which I've slinked to
It's all too true and too imbued
With all these long years of failing to
Be true to "you", a failure to write to
An original style, plan, or manifest- to

But aping Phil Lynott will have to suffice
Even if my body is to be "out on the ice"
(Like Diamond Head said in that famous declaration of intent)-
I'll still remember the times that were nice
When all was right and nights were star-crossed, bright

But all this rhyme is just so superficial
'Cause what I'll really, really be wishin'
Is for a reprieve, a stay of execution, a missal
If that's really on your list, well

If that's the case, well that's just too bad
Down in the ground I'll be, me lad
And you'll hear me sing or scream or crab
"Take heed; m'boy- don't write things bad
That even your mother would hate, it's sad
I know, but even you must have had
Enough experience- it shows!-
To realise that what I say is true, true blue
And sometimes it reminds me of you (Thanks again Philo)

But this song will continue
Despite the killing of my retinue
And though I won't be with you
Please keep your bardic conscience and your true derring-do

^didn't get some of the words.

Like the executioner who killed himself
out of devotion,can you redeem yourself?
My mother is not here to condemn or cheer
Nothing is possible,everything is real
and it has some appeal

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But what good is such appeal
If nothing can stay this executioner's axe
You might have to seek a repeal
Of your sentence- but the officials would have to be lax

Of course, considering the circumstances
You might have gone farther than the sun
Not that it's of consequence now- there ain't no more moonlight dances
To chase your skirts or your tails or your petty "fun"

It's just up to the honourable court
A decision of condign punisment for yer transgressions
But still you don't realise the sort
Of deed you've done, still you smile through all yer oppressions
Still you smile, that's the smile I always liked best
When all was true and nobody like the rest
Least of all you.......

Whoa, said I, in mesmorized state
Those are words I can't debate
The opposite of the forumer true
But who will lop his head-- will you?

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The other man said
With languid glee
"I do regret it, but his head
Must not be lopped off by me."

"Why", said I "do you then look
To see if you can creep up close?"
"Only to take my fill of this spectacle- better than a good book!-
It's my weekly entertainment dose."

And with that rather macabre turn of phrase
Leaping away like a maddened court jester in some medieval film theme,
He shuffled into the crowd, among the thronging life
That came to watch another's life end in a blaze

Of glory? No- not that, not that,
But the last consolation this fellow may have
Is that, for a while, someone cared, in fact,
Someone dared to know him in the short synapse
Between a moment and a moment,

A man and his life- now separate,
Separated for all to see
Like a gruesome score by Debussy-
with the same curious air of calm aquatic dreams
That dreamt of he and you and me
Forever and, this time, to be
Changed, changed utterly-
This wild-eyed coarse beauty is no longer born

Except to be borne by his family's shoulders
And laid in the black earth as the roots of a flower would be
Pledge that his passing bears fruit
Fertility for the blasted soil of the soul of men
Who would take such a life with aplomb, and yet
I believe they still can't hear, doesn't it make you want
To shake your head, slowly,
walk away?

You're kinda ruining the purpose of this thread.
With that said, lodge this bullet in your head.
Now we can continue with this thread.

i got some fuckin peanut butter
now where'd i put my dog?

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Are you serious?

anyway:

This couplet alas will not rhyme
Due to my being persecuted all this time..........SHIT!!!

lol I dunno. I was "mesmorized" that someone had balls enough to write so intricately in this thread
It proves that betwixt some shoulders all the brain cells aren't quite dead
But whether you're rappin' or spouting like Keats
It's better than having the thread dead for many weeks

Intrigued I am as to what became of the deceased
Whereabout did he travel or did he lie there in defeat?
Did he upright his plinth and reach to petrify?
So what happened to our guy?

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A question rightly put
Well spoken for, but
A fleshless flash of synapse holds not life nor death
And so I fear should you let such thoughts persist
You shall find him silently hovering above your head

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Despite such heroic efforts, still I fear
The purpose of this thread is, unfortunately, all too clear-
To conceive sub-par rhymes with doddery syntax
To subject grammar and good taste to a horrible attack!

But how can we enrich our verse
If we read only what is worse
Sometimes a sprinkling of thoughtful spontaneity
Shatters into a full length mirror of ingenuity
That reverses the concept and springs words cerebral
Housed in a darkness where shadows steal
That have festered in rotting corpses
That metaltabs is famous for-ses.

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HAHAHA!

Like winter leaves welded to the ground
By the transparent binder of all things in death,
We forever bang our heads against the screen
Hoping to transmit a little piece of ourselves,
To bring us to the universal understanding
Of the central and inescapable fact
That Paddy's got a huge wobbly willy
With which he'll gladly give you a slap
For a nominal fee.

Soliciting sensory sensations
With wobbly willie wandering
Through the pale and the green
Probing with lack of piety
Whilst strumming an F flat minor 7th diminished
At the headbanger's ball.

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