Stop in the night.

[Kayuni]

R1, R2, L1, X,

Left, Down, Right, Up,

Left, Down, Right, Up,

Stop in the night.

R1, R2, L1, R2,

Left, Down, Right Up,

Left, Down, Down, Down,

Stop in the night.

Circle, R1, Circle,

R1, Left, Left, R1,

L1, Circle, Right,

Stop in the night.

Now thou wilt run,

for I hath wrought,

amongst others,

armor, healthfulness,

weaponry, and..

a garbage truck,

into existence,

and thou wilt fear,

the wrath of mine,

cheat codes.

 

Et voila, un morceau de détritus poétique et sarcastique.

[Sinful]

LOL.

Great one, cheat codes for the win xD

[Kayuni]

LOL.

Great one, cheat codes for the win xD

You've clearly never been to a new-age poetry reading.

 

This is not Nascar. You do not yell and cheer as the car (Which, is, coincidentally the same as all the other cars on the track,) zooms by.

 

You politely sip your coffee from the tall glass it was delivered in, adjust your beret, and then show your approval by snapping.

[Sinful]

 

LOL.

Great one, cheat codes for the win xD

You've clearly never been to a new-age poetry reading.

 

This is not Nascar. You do not yell and cheer as the car (Which, is, coincidentally the same as all the other cars on the track,) zooms by.

 

You politely sip your coffee from the tall glass it was delivered in, adjust your beret, and then show your approval by snapping.

Yeah, right, whatever...

 

P.S.: I don't have a beret. Yet.

[saltinespike]

 

LOL.

Great one, cheat codes for the win xD

You've clearly never been to a new-age poetry reading.

 

This is not Nascar. You do not yell and cheer as the car (Which, is, coincidentally the same as all the other cars on the track,) zooms by.

 

You politely sip your coffee from the tall glass it was delivered in, adjust your beret, and then show your approval by snapping.

HAHAHAHA!!! Then you wave your white flag frantically, huddling in your corner, hoping that the threats are not aimed toward you. Please!

 

 

Better than:

 

Edited June 25, 2007 by saltinespike

[Coral_City]

Mmm...m'yes, m'yes, quite good.

 

*sips tea*

[Waddy]

Kayuni,

 

You have one of the strangest imaginations ever.

 

Very well done tho.

 

[Kayuni]

Good thing it's open mic night.

 

This one's called.. Cereal.

 

Cereal,

and milk.

For how thou,

Confoundeth me,

Whenst I hath eaten,

All of the Wheaties,

And with finality,

My spoon rests,

At the edge,

Of the bowl,

Only to be...

Filled,

Filled with milk,

As thou sinks into,

The depths, of milk.

 

Oh bother, it seems,

I've used too much milk.

 

Thank you.

[Eminence]

So true.

[Sinful]

Yeah, happens all the time.

[TonyZimmzy]

f*ckin milk, bro, f*ckin milk...

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Yup.

Groovy and deep, kay.

 

 

 

 

Gman snaps fingers.

[GTA3Rockstar]

This poetry will take you very far if you want to take it far.

 

Good good

[Kayuni]

This piece is a little more emotional than my last 2.

 

Wigger, please.

You drive around,

In your rusted-out car,

Playing whack beats.

You do this to impress,

But failing that, to cause...

Distress.

 

Wigger, please.

You drive around,

And your subwoofers,

They shake my shutters.

 

Wigger, please.

If you do this again,

At 3 AM,

I'm going to f*cking cut you, you mother f*cker. f*ck that noise. You have sh*t taste in music. Kindly get bent.

 

Thanks.

[Remember This.]

Hmm... *strokes chin*

 

I like how you portray your emotions in the last poem, very moving. And 'Cereal' paints a beautiful picture of the frustration cereal can cause the human psyche. I feel I can really connect with these pieces.

 

You, sire, are a true artist!

 

On a slightly more (or less?) serious note, nice poems, they are actually well written, and a nice break from the usual depression I feel when entering this corner of the forums, reading about death, destruction and snuff.

[Kayuni]

 

Hmm... *strokes chin*

 

I like how you portray your emotions in the last poem, very moving. And 'Cereal' paints a beautiful picture of the frustration cereal can cause the human psyche. I feel I can really connect with these pieces.

 

You, sire, are a true artist!

 

On a slightly more (or less?) serious note, nice poems, they are actually well written, and a nice break from the usual depression I feel when entering this corner of the forums, reading about death, destruction and snuff.

Experimental, really.

 

First poem is mainly 4 syllables a line, up to 6.

 

Second, I wanted it to look like a nose and mouth. Kind of failed in that respect, as the bottom lip is shaped oddly.

 

Third was, obviously, in stanzas, with the last line thrown in for comedic effect.

 

I also happened to write the first two while listening to De La Bass by Raw Instinct. Great acid jazz track.