| User | jermwerm |
| Topic | COCAINE |
| Message | Now in my thoughts I dream of you,
and now you have come true. Within these dreams we never die, and the sky turns into you. Clouds of pain float past me, I awaken when they rain. By then you have turned to night, and my mind feels a black pain. Calling for you to feed my fears, I find you once again. I fall asleep with you in mind, and to the daylight of sin. Snowy dust keep me alive, for I’ll loose my love for you. Keep my thoughts of you inside, till I awake in search of you. |
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| User | jermwerm | 2005-03-14 | |
| Subject | PISSSSSSED OFF |
| Message | THIS POEM KRISTINA JUST WROTE IS GOOD, I LIKE IT. IT MADE ME FEEL A LITTLE BETER. I JUST ORDERED CALIZONES AND BOUGHT TWO OF MY FRIENDS ONE TOO. OFCOURSE THE MORONS MADE ME THE WRONG ONE. THE OVENS ARE ALREADY SHUT DOWN SO NOW I CAN’T EAT. FIGURES I BUY EVERYONE ELSE STUFF AND I GET JURKED. BUT IM ITALIAN AND HAVE A REALLY SHORT BAD, BAD TEMPER SO AS SOON AS I SEEN MY ORDER I FLIPPED OUT. MAAAAAAAAAAAAD. THEN READ THIS POEM AND IT CALMED ME DOWN A LITTLE. NOW I’LL JUST ORDER A WHOLE PIZZA FOR MYSELF SOMEWHERE ELSE. ANYWAYS THANKS FOR SHARING THE COOL POEM KRISTINA. JERMWERM HERE |
| User | Learah | 2005-03-02 | |
| Subject | untitled |
| Message | Wow... see, I remembered and all. It was the platic eighties hyperglobal tshirts that done it fer us, tho...;) |
| User | Kristina9178 | 2005-03-02 | |
| Subject | untitled |
| Message | Dunno...mebbe. I wrote it back in the good ole’ daze, but I did post it here when I first joined. So probably=) |
| User | Learah | 2005-03-02 | |
| Subject | untitled |
| Message | Kris was that the first poem of yours I commented on??? |
| User | Kristina9178 | 2005-03-01 | |
| Subject | untitled |
| Message | "Hating Cocaine" |
| User | Kristina9178 | 2005-03-01 | |
| Subject | untitled |
| Message | Another sunset wastes a day
as delirium fondles me. One more full moon cries a tear as chemical galaxies solicit me Shooting stars aim for deserts merely to avoid me. Fantasy cackles wickedly in the face of my reality. My ears consume the beating drums that are destined to destroy me. My teeth begin to chatter with a guilt that soon annoys me, body rocking back and forth, forth and back, clenching fists and out of candy. How I wish the night would have cradled me and I wish benevolence could have saved me as I fall asleep finally, kissed by an angel with no wings, serenaded by a choir that cannot sing. |