You've Cursed my soul



I realized you wanted me gone







You've stabbed my heart



With your stalking eyes







You've try and kill me



But yet again I survived







But it's not enough







Drowning in a pool of my blood



You've hated my happiness



I'ce shielded your attacks



When you've tried to weaken me



Thinking you won the war



Foolish one it has just begun







I still appeared to see



The one that has made me so happy



With joy in my eyes



I'm not touched by your hateful cries



Sorry it's not enough



For my happiness which is full of bliss



As the heavens above



Even you whose lost in our mist



It's not enough to destroy love







For my spirit is built on



Love and happiness



Not on your foolish attempts to harm



Your pian is a reflection of my love



It's just that strong



No matterhow hard you try



Your hate is not enough to destroy love

that poem was so bad, that instead of getting another drink, i put aside my rocks glass, brought the bottle right into the room with me, and started beating myself over the head with it.





[show don't tell!!! before you end up killing a hapless alcoholic]

Bad poetry Kills People!

Think of the Alchoholics!

(That would be a great photoshop project)

Syntax [DF] wrote:

Bad poetry Kills People!

Think of the Alchoholics!

(That would be a great photoshop project)

one should always think of the alcoholics.



hi syn-syn.



did you miss me?

Robert wrote:

Syntax [DF] wrote:

Bad poetry Kills People!

Think of the Alchoholics!

(That would be a great photoshop project)

one should always think of the alcoholics.



hi syn-syn.



did you miss me?

They are the entertainment of the street-goers.



Hello Robert dear;



Very, very much...

You missed the word of the day.

Syntax [DF] wrote:

Robert wrote:

Syntax [DF] wrote:

Bad poetry Kills People!

Think of the Alchoholics!

(That would be a great photoshop project)

one should always think of the alcoholics.



hi syn-syn.



did you miss me?

They are the entertainment of the street-goers.



Hello Robert dear;



Very, very much...

You missed the word of the day.

do fill me in, i have this unfortunate impairment called "responsibilities" which sometimes causes me to loose sight of the important things.

Robert wrote:

Syntax [DF] wrote:

Robert wrote:

Syntax [DF] wrote:

Bad poetry Kills People!

Think of the Alchoholics!

(That would be a great photoshop project)

one should always think of the alcoholics.



hi syn-syn.



did you miss me?

They are the entertainment of the street-goers.



Hello Robert dear;



Very, very much...

You missed the word of the day.

do fill me in, i have this unfortunate impairment called "responsibilities" which sometimes causes me to loose sight of the important things.

The word of the day is "Innuendo"

You are Robert, everyone can learn to forgive you.

It's just the way it is.

*Soft, mindless smile*

Syntax [DF] wrote:





The word of the day is "Innuendo"

You are Robert, everyone can learn to forgive you.

It's just the way it is.

*Soft, mindless smile*

[soon you will come into understanding]





[kooler than jesus]

Robert wrote:

Syntax [DF] wrote:





The word of the day is "Innuendo"

You are Robert, everyone can learn to forgive you.

It's just the way it is.

*Soft, mindless smile*

[soon you will come into understanding]





[kooler than jesus]

Shall I sit cross legged in front of you,

and ponder?



[truly are-

one of us.]

gooble-gobble, gooble-gobble.

Mary wrote:

Tell us?



I like my hair.



I'll wear my hat for a few days.

yay!!



[post pictures]

Exuberance.



Haha.

Finally I get that damn word...

The other day just before Christmas dinner, when everyone was wandering around talking amongst themselves, me and my sister and her boyfriend were talking. (We and Andy get along quite well, so no-one minds me) And he said something that I really enjoyed, I can't remember what; and I went to say "Exuberant" really loudly, but instead shouted "Ecstacy" over everyones voice in that room (about eight people, including grandparents).

Awkward moment, trying to explain what I meant.

Robert wrote:

gooble-gobble, gooble-gobble.

*pounds fists on table*