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Twist (A poem about a fork for Dopey)
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Twist (A poem about a fork for Dopey) |
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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden 
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A long time ago, in a turn of a rhyme. Somebody was hurt, for the very first time. Not with a word, or a krife, or a gun. But twisted with a fork, just for plain fun. And the murderer said, it was only a game. I'd do it again, i'd treat you the same. And every time, another lie is sold. They think about the fork, and the story it told. Weither you're every the victim, or the one with the gun. Just remember that, it's not just fun. And everytime, you commit a sin like that, the fork goes in deeper, till it never comes back. ---------------------------------------------------- Well Dopey, if you read this, I tried. Maybe you could write a poem about a spoon?? Don't wander throught this glassy surface, expecting to find more than me, because what I am without a purpose, but a lone mirage to see. |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
wow this poem was so great! not only was it about something i recommended, but damn was it great. I loved it! It was a really good poem, very original and inspiring. I loved it, maybe i WILL write one about a spoon! hahahahahaha seriously girl, that was amazing. I love yOU! hahaha  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
Dopey: thanks for replying. I wonder what the poem about a spoon would be. I wasn't sure if you would like this because I took a fork and added life, but oh well. maybe you should recommend more things to write about. love you too. How's life? I am peacefully sittin' at my computer, attempting to loose the headache I have, and not getting up because I get too dizzy. Allysa Don't wander throught this glassy surface, expecting to find more than me, because what I am without a purpose, but a lone mirage to see. |
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HaVoK Junior Member
since 2000-09-06
Posts 31DETROIT, MI |
Spoons are DEADLY...At the local prison here in Detroit....Some guy got his eyes gauged out with one...That would suck... HAHAHAHA |
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Erin Member Elite
since 2000-06-15
Posts 2527~Chicago~ |
Allysa~~~LOL this was good!!!You wrote a poem about a fork...I still cant seem to really laugh though...It might hurt (I just had my wisdom teeth pulled)...Good job!!! ~*Each day is a treasure box from God, just waiting to be opened*~ |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
HaVok: you make me laugh. But that would hurt, wouldn't it?? Well, thanks for replying. ERIN: Thanks for replying. When Dopey asked me (jokingly I think) to write about a fork, I was puzzled at first, but I think he's gonna write about a spoon now. Ya know what everybody, when I was younger, about elevn, or so, and I started writting poems, I wrote a poem through the eyes of a person commiting suicide, and my mom read it, and then she made me write about happy things like the beach and palm trees, and even the freeway. I never could figure out what was wrong with that one poem./ Don't wander throught this glassy surface, expecting to find more than me, because what I am without a purpose, but a lone mirage to see. |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
HaVok: you make me laugh. But that would hurt, wouldn't it?? Well, thanks for replying. ERIN: Thanks for replying. When Dopey asked me (jokingly I think) to write about a fork, I was puzzled at first, but I think he's gonna write about a spoon now. Ya know what everybody, when I was younger, about elevn, or so, and I started writting poems, I wrote a poem through the eyes of a person commiting suicide, and my mom read it, and then she made me write about happy things like the beach and palm trees, and even the freeway. I never could figure out what was wrong with that one poem./ Don't wander throught this glassy surface, expecting to find more than me, because what I am without a purpose, but a lone mirage to see. |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
HaVok: you make me laugh. But that would hurt, wouldn't it?? Well, thanks for replying. ERIN: Thanks for replying. When Dopey asked me (jokingly I think) to write about a fork, I was puzzled at first, but I think he's gonna write about a spoon now. Ya know what everybody, when I was younger, about elevn, or so, and I started writting poems, I wrote a poem through the eyes of a person commiting suicide, and my mom read it, and then she made me write about happy things like the beach and palm trees, and even the freeway. I never could figure out what was wrong with that one poem./ Don't wander throught this glassy surface, expecting to find more than me, because what I am without a purpose, but a lone mirage to see. |
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Lakewalker Member Elite
since 2000-08-05
Posts 3289On the streets w/ people |
Well, you made me come read this, so I might as well reply  I'm only kidding, sheesh. OK, I liked this, even though it ws about fork it seemed deep and dare I say...twisted. Ok, anyway, great job on this one!  |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
Lakewalker: I didn't make you do anything. Anyways, thanks for replying. It is rather twisted. Allysa Don't wander throught this glassy surface, expecting to find more than me, because what I am without a purpose, but a lone mirage to see. |
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Ender Member
since 1999-12-08
Posts 200Yuma, AZ USA |
A very twisted poem. one that i must share with friends. great ideas used and style. *Blonde people are normal. Everyone else is just strange. -Ender* |
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