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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: ShipSekki on May 17, 2010, 05:19:52 PM
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We are the wind and the sea
Sun reflected you to me
We are the moon and the stars
Darkness hiding mystical heart
We have just begun
The dreams, the nightmares of everyone
We are mysterious things
Eternal, perpetual, and ending
We are the yin and the yang
The ending, the middle, and the big bang
We are the zero and one
The desert, the voice, and the ocean
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We are the wind and the sea
Sun reflected you to me
We are the moon and the stars
Darkness hiding mystical heart
We have just begun
The dreams, the nightmares of everyone
We are mysterious things
Eternal, perpetual, and ending
We are the yin and the yang
The ending, the middle, and the big bang
We are the zero and one
The desert, the voice, and the ocean
roses are red violets are blue shut the fuck up you tiny pencil neck prick faced homo...
Hows that ;D
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roses are red violets are blue shut the fuck up you tiny pencil neck prick faced homo...
Hows that ;D
That was weak as fuck.
If you were gonna make an ironic poem to talk shit, you could've done a lot better.
You failure.
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"Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet........" - Andrew Dice Clay
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311- something out of nothing lyrics ::) ::)
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I do a lil spoken word-erotic poetry.
Need a muse, I haven't had that much inspiration in a while.
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"Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet........" - Andrew Dice Clay
jack and Jill went up the hill,both with a buck and a quarter,Jill came down with 250
fuckin slut
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roses are red violets are blue shut the fuck up you tiny pencil neck prick faced homo...
Hows that ;D
that one i like very contemporary
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311- something out of nothing lyrics ::) ::)
You got it. Another 311 fan.
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that one i like very contemporary
yea dickfacedshippi didnt like it :D
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How about some Rancid then.
The common man doesn't suffer pain like this
only the soul that has never been kissed
let us adore our beautiful son
he's ridin' on the river of Babylon
bootin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
see the son of god is comin' up and I see a likeness
internalize the lunacy of the misery is showin'
when you're brought up you're caught up in a system that's goin'
no one answers no one takes that call from you
junkyman tell me what your story is...
water I desire
some parents house is on fire
slowly the house gonna burn to the ground
the neighborhood will watch without a sound
will someone be a witness please tell me that he's crazy
but he's not and they know that and they can't get him cause he's not crazy
beat lock him knock him take him away his authority
hit 'em, ship 'em, club 'em submitted conformity
my hand went blind
you were in the veins clairvoyant
my hand went blind
i make love to my trance sister my trance sister
went on and my trance parents see from the balcony
I looked out on the big field
it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
their paws trampling in the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away
bootin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
see the son of god is comin' up and there is a likeness
internalize the lunacy the misery is showin' when
you're brought up and caught up in a system that is goin'
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You got it. Another 311 fan.
Actually, I am not. I just googled the words :D
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Actually, I am not. I just googled the words :D
Listen to the song and some other songs on that album. It's pretty awesome.
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Glistening shredded glutes.. gleaning from the 8th coat of PAM
Under hot stage lights, pose held through gritting teeth
schmoes/judges salivate with obscene lust wondering who will do what
backstage near the ice machine at the mirage.
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Brown eyes glisten like a river of possibilities,
lips poised to voice a outburst of pleasure
Nipples taunt and erect, a visual of her sensual sensibilies,
using the sensual stacatto of her breaths as a measure
of encouragement to strive for a higher rpm of movement
her exstacy that is a result, helps in both of our stability of
mind, body and soul, her pleasure is my soothment
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Shipsekki
loves the dickie
though he isn't picky
and a little sicky
he loves the dickie
no matter how stinky
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Shipsekki
loves the dickie
though he isn't picky
and a little sicky
he loves the dickie
no matter how stinky
ROFLMAO...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ;D
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My place or yours
If you don't use mace
playboy all on your face
that is my case
I don't care the race.....
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The great man Bob Chic
Whos best movie role to date was to step on dog shit
The infamous mirage hotel and ice machine
Where Bob learned to bend and take one for the team
His good friend Tom Prince with his paper bag
was exposed last year as a aids ridden skinny fag.
thank you
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great to know you write poems ship!!..
i too write poems and songs,.. here is one of my best pieces:
Big Cats (06-2007).
Roar lion roar
You are the king
In any war
Victory your bring
Go tiger go
With your mighty will
Use your jaw
Tear, fight, and, kill
Creep leopard creep
With no fear
Silence you keep
Till you catch that deer
Hop jaguar hop
Jump from the tree
Attack this antelope
Don't let him flee
Run Cheetah run
With a proud face
You are number one
When we make a race
Come on puma come on
Beat this bear
She is half a ton
But you don't care.
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another one of mine with more feelings:
Two Dogs (04-2008).
While driving last winter on the highway
Very early in the morning of a foggy day
I passed by two wild dogs running quickly after each other
I thought they were fighting but they were playing together
Both were very happy and enjoying their mutuality a lot
They behaved like brothers but I was sure they were not
One of them was grey and the other was either pale yellow or white
I couldn’t determine well because the vapor was affecting my sight
I found myself decreasing my speed for a longer view
As to big extent I liked the friendship between the two
Then all of a sudden a black Mercedes Benz passed like a ghost
It seemed the driver was in a hurry as his speed was at its most
When he passed beside my poor car I felt there was an earthquake
I couldn’t control over my car and had to stop with the handbrake
After the car vanished I only saw one dog on the way
The yellow dog was there but I couldn’t see the grey
I told myself he should have been hidden in the fog
But deep inside of me I was worried about that dog
I left my car aside and walked towards their place
But still I couldn’t find of that grey dog any trace
I looked to the other dog as if asking what happened
I hoped he could tell me good news about his friend
But he was staring with total shock in a certain direction
For a while he was abstracted and didn’t take any action
Then suddenly ran to where his friend was lying
He reached him the exact moment he was dying
His simple mind couldn’t believe this crime
How came to lose his friend just in no time!
I left him rotating around his best friend’s dead body
Which the car severely torn and left completely bloody
From my car's mirror I kept following the yellow dog in his despair
His cries came to my ear as if asking why the world was so unfair!
From this moment he should live a sad life alone
His barks would forever carry a deep bitter tone!
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a bedazzled-crafted purple posing suit
a semi-bloody slik posing suit
a golden short cut posing suit
the x-man wear them the cover his chute
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Brown eyes glisten like a river of possibilities,
lips poised to voice a outburst of pleasure
Nipples taunt and erect, a visual of her sensual sensibilies,
using the sensual stacatto of her breaths as a measure
of encouragement to strive for a higher rpm of movement
her exstacy that is a result, helps in both of our stability of
mind, body and soul, her pleasure is my soothment
Im gonna have to use this and complete it...work out the bugs.
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Lightning flashes bright, it makes it feel like morning, give me back the night...
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Getbig is full of fruits and gays
Giving blowjobs to men in adult arcades
Injecting steroids in their ass and pounding the weights
In their Mom's basement is where they masterbate
Insecure and full and emotional issues
Crying every night into boxes of tissues
Trying to hide the fact they they fail at life
So they lie about their house, car and wife
This bodybuilding game is full of morons and fools
But if you ignore all that shit it's still kinda cool
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roses are red violets are blue shut the fuck up you tiny pencil neck prick faced homo...
Hows that ;D
fuckin' brilliant hahahahaha
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Getbig is full of fruits and gays
Giving blowjobs to men in adult arcades
Injecting steroids in their ass and pounding the weights
In their Mom's basement is where they masterbate
Insecure and full and emotional issues
Crying every night into boxes of tissues
Trying to hide the fact they they fail at life
So they lie about their house, car and wife
This bodybuilding game is full of morons and fools
But if you ignore all that shit it's still kinda cool
is this yourlife story ? touching and sad nonetheless
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that one i like very contemporary
lol
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Rhyming poetry = shit.
Words can be beautiful but when it rhymes it's horrible, without exception. :D
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This is Teh Waste Land, man. :(
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Getbig is full of fruits and gays
Giving blowjobs to men in adult arcades
Injecting steroids in their ass and pounding the weights
In their Mom's basement is where they masterbate
Insecure and full and emotional issues
Crying every night into boxes of tissues
Trying to hide the fact they they fail at life
So they lie about their house, car and wife
This bodybuilding game is full of morons and fools
But if you ignore all that shit it's still kinda cool
This is about writing a poem not your biography. Stay on subject