The Official Infinite-Story Poetry Thread!

[End Master]

Oh fuck it.

Welcome back.

(Hah! I bet that surprised everyone)

[Vesnic]

An impressive start
To mending old ways and grudge
Welcome back, Michael

[Locke]

I'm not one of the old guard, and I didn't know you before, though I've seen some of your work - so welcome back, without reservation.

[donteatpoop]

Welcome back MRH.

Here, I took a picture of what you were upto on your off time.

8=oO:


remember when they hit you in the eye? i got a picture of that too:

8=oO;

[Usoki]

I cannot lie, for with Usoki,
Naught else rhymes but Hokey-Pokey

XD I approve.

Any fool can write
Haiku. You just simply cut
off the last sylla-

[Leblanc4prez]

Leblanc: Yay MRH.... I LOVE YOU MAN!!!

Psy: I like Haiku.....

Orderlies' breakroom
Is the place to meet a nurse
And then stretcher out

They don't answer phone
At the S & M hotline
I guess they're tied up

Constipation is
Situation of person
Who can't be de-turd

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Who drinks fruity smirnoffs and pees in the sink
Who dutifully masters the English we speak
Who thinks that his asshole is never to stink
Yet fouls up the forums with what he may 'think'

Who holds to the notion the earth is not old
And all of life's secrets are already told
In book that by man was written and sold
The book so absurd and notions so bold
The evil the book, the reader the gull

But Michaelrayholt has a heart made of gold.

Welcome back, dude!

[apotheosis]

Who drinks fruity smirnoffs and pees in the sink
Who dutifully masters the English we speak
Who thinks that his asshole is never to stink
Yet fouls up the forums with what he may 'think'

Who holds to the notion the earth is not old
And all of life's secrets are already told
In book that by man was written and sold
The book so absurd and notions so bold
The evil the book, the reader the gull

But Michaelrayholt has a heart made of gold.

Welcome back, dude!

Archived in the museum of Chubby.

[thoric]

Welcome back Michael.

[Hi! My name is: Katie]

Welcomes are tossed ‘round,
But this is the most heart felt,
I un-welcome you.

Humbly you crawl back
Are your hands and knees sore yet?
Groveling might help.

When I think of you,
I know unbridled hatred,
You: a waste of air.

And just so you know,
I think you are an ass hole.
I didn’t forget.

All the things you said
You waste space on this forum
Your additions: trite.

You are offending
To my delicate nature
A hideous toad.

Slinking from the swamp?
Or do you just smell that bad?
Sorry, but you stink.

Not a gaseous smell,
You smell like bitter dried up,
Vile, misplaced talent.

Your stories are fine,
You know where to put commas,
But recently suck.

Your concepts are droll,
We still mock you in secret.
Please, write quality.

At least if you do
Decide to stay, please,
Write something worth reading here.

Your whiny emo,
Assholery is bullshit,
You can do better.

You are not that great,
Blogging your infinite crap
Come on dude, grow up.

Women don’t like you,
Maybe if you had some class…
Or some social skills.

You attacked me first,
And have failed to say sorry,
But don’t bother now.

How long will it be,
Before the bastard gets out?
A week? Maybe two?

Hide and be humble
Try to be gracious for now,
You’ll fool the newbies.

Basically, you suck.
As a person you just suck.
And not the good way.

No need to be sad,
Suicide is the answer.
Yes, I do mean that.

I hate you, Michael,
I wish you had stayed away
Sadly, here you are.

~KatieWroteIt~
(and your offenses should you wonder included name-calling, rating abuse, baiting, photograph insults, and numerous other unacceptable behavior... in case you need your memory refreshed your rating is still on Lost in a Good Book.)





Just kidding about that whole poem thing. Welcome back.

[End Master]

And here’s a nice little way to cap all of it off.

Though we welcome back
Make no mistake about it
You're still a fucktard

[Hi! My name is: Katie]

Dude... it's fine your back and everything, but the double posts are really annoying. If you think of something to add you click the "Edit" button.

[Locke]

Last Call

Last Call

Raise your glass, friend, before you go
To twilight at the Golden Horn
Our days are always like this
Endless hours merging seamlessly with one another like grains of sand
Filtered through cracked, yellowed glass and trailing dust
In the haze of afternoon sunlight, and in shadow
Vestiges drifting beneath the door to mingle like ghosts in the night
Comfort wears like weathered oak on my fingertips
Unvarnished by the passing of ages and careless transients
Spilling, carving, restless, always on their way
Or the regulars who’ve traded their tomorrows for today

Never look too closely at the faces in the crowd
Drink with us; be with us, live as we do before everything melts away again
And there are only desperate souls seeking answers to the questions that plague them
We are of a mind, those of us who drink together in this place
Together in laughter, in easy cameraderie
Together in destruction, each of us dying privately, quietly
United under smoke and solitude, the brotherhood of the bar
The distance in our eyes as cold and vast as the space around the stars

We are all just marking time
Searching, falling, remembering halcyon days we can never reach again
The lights wink out one by one at the Golden Horn
But the music plays on in my mind, trailing haunting chords like weeping angels
Such joy, such boundless sorrow
The endless, rapturous noise of all my murdered tomorrows

I'll wait till sunlight spills through those narrow, broken windows again
Counting the hours and days, tracing forever the fraying thread of conversation
The scarred and battered wood beneath my fingertips
And the song, the beautiful song that echoes always in my mind
The voices of angels, despairing of lost Eden, and the knowledge that I am never alone
So raise your glass, friend, and drink to eternity
Drink to you and me, to the times we’ve had and all those yet to come
To easy days, to long nights in the company of fellows

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Here, here!

Nice one.

[Leblanc4prez]

[QUOTE=MichaelRayHolt;3684]LeBlanc: Sorry I forgot to put you in the poem (and I love you too, man). But you seem to like Haikus more anyway, so...

LeBlanc is the man
If you like crazy and wild
He's Destiny's child!

LeBlanc: I like Haiku, But that's more Psy's interest... I like pie!

Shippo: Can I have some cake?

L: No, The cake is a lie!

S: Well, can I have some hobo Whiskey?

L: Only if homeless Hank dosn't mind.

S: Ok *Goes outside*

Psy: Where'd that fucktard go?

L: Oh I'm glad to see you, I almost had a remission of sanity!

P: That's awfull... I will imedietly go and retrive the sledge hammer and give you another opperation.