What makes you think anyone could?
Roses are red
is such a throw away line
it's a shame not to incorporate it
into your rhyme
And while violets are blue
and baby's breath is white
I must bid you all adieu
and call it a night
Because midnight approaches
and the mind gets muddled
so under the covers
you'll find me huddled
Would you let that stop you?
Can you survive when you're only paid scale wages?
Roses are red
garlic bread is an app
Gimmie steak and potatoes
before I take a nap
And while I slumber
alone in my bed
I dream of companionship
and wake to my hand instead
Did you do that on porpoise?
I have my red wings. Yes, I enjoy it.
When I'm blocked I eat fiber bars.
Sorry, couldn't resist. I'll slink off now.
When I write a story, I write out what I call a framework. Sort of a list of bullet points in sequence loosely describing events and such depicting where I want the story to go. Then I flesh out the details tying everything together. Kind of like a flowchart. Hopefully that makes sense to someone other than myself.
Do you know anyone that sleeps standing up?
Roses are red
I wish I found this thread sooner
'cause my balls are as blue
as my sense of humor
Wisteria is white
and Lush feels like home
I don't want to fight
so I'll end this silly poem
I prefer my "chat" to be audible. But that's more because I can't type like I uses to. It drives me insane that I can't get the words across as quickly as I think of them. And of course I want to proof it before sending and each typo makes me want to cry.
The Interrogation sounds as if it has lots of promise or what's on the table based on your synopsis.
Which gets you hotter?
Huge turn-on for me. As a teen, my girlfriends used to give me handjobs everywhere. But the riskiest was sitting in the car going to graduation and my girlfriend was sitting in my lap and wearing a dress. She was in my lap because the car was full and we were actually sitting next to my grand-mother. Yes she didn't wear panties (the girlfriend, I can't speak for grams) and yes she managed to slip me inside her. Suffice it to say I was so turned on by the time we got to the event I had bit my lip bloody. It was all I could do to keep quiet. She did grunt at one point and my dad actually apologized for the bumpy ride.
Here's a few favorites ...
You have delusions of adequacy.
I don't know what makes you so dumb, but its working
Sometimes I wonder if your butt is jealous of all the crap that comes out of your mouth.
There is a fine line between sarcasm or just being an asshole
I would insult you back but Mother Natures has already done such a fine job, I just couldn't compete.
I thought I said goodbye to you this morning when I flushed the toilet
If you spoke your mind, you would be speechless
I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong.
Spreading rumors about me? At least you found a hobby spreading something other than your legs.
The fact that jellyfish survived for 650 million years with no brains is good news for stupid people like you
I'd slap you, but that would be animal abuse
I wish we could be better strangers.
I have somewhere around a hundred poems, the bulk of which were the result of heartbreak. Writing for me is a coping mechanism. Putting it under a microscope and through the creative process kind of lets me understand how I'm feeling. Once I overthink it and even exaggerate it I'm able to let it go.
I am enjoying meeting all the denizens of this site and learning the ins and outs of navigating it.
I am grateful to have found some new friends!