I am weak
I once was strong
What causeth me to lose strength?
That thing...
That beautiful, yet evil thing
That thing which is for the weak
And yet for the strong
Why? Why? Why?
It tears me apart
I am weak

Peace.


(this sort of poem brought to you by the insane tortured soul of Tengu, and by the portion of his heart that hasn\'t been ripped away)

blue flames flickering in front of me
dark shady cave in witch i stand
before the mighty dragon
a fool i was to face this proud and noble beast
i stand before thou
a once mighty race rulars of the land
but nothing will stop me my journey
to hunt and slay thou
nothing left but to face you down

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Those are not psychopathic ravings!!!!

You cannot fathom the workings of the mind of a madman, or the pain and torment and hatred and strife and discord and pestilence and and and all that goes on with in this smitten mind riven with grief and sorrow and anguish.

my pain my anger my sorrow
all embodied in you
my hate
my spite
my loathing
all embodied in you
my suffering all embodied in you until the day i strike back with my tormented soul
embodied in my fist
youre crimson blood shall spill
and then i shall both pity and hate you
with all of my remaining soul

Lppk at my sig

aahhhhhh..........
the ravings of psycopaths
its bliss
its beuty
its non-luvy dovey makeing me sick poems

Zero is red,
X is blue,
Alia is pink,
Data is a turd,
And so are you!!

[Edited on 14-12-2002 by Fred the met]

you calling me pink fred
i perfer black god dammit

[font=Tahoma] *looks through his collection of ancient belongings to see if he stil has his old padlock he used during his own high school life* [/font]

You are weak,
I am bleak,
He\'s a psychopathic geek.:D

[Edited on 14/12/2002 by Airman]

I dont know. dont ask me...:conf:

(Dedicated to the idiotic schmuk who bumped this)

At times like this you must ask yourself
Whether there is a point
To your contribution
In this case, I must say to you
The answer, \"No, you stupid ____\" ;D

Oh, why did you not think before you pressed?
Oh, why must you make Dr. Cossack depressed?
To SPAM the hell out of this board
With worthless crap that none adore?

You waste each day with worthless mind
Of which you cannot use
To run down this old intellectual mine
Of gold, you can\'t excuse

I hate the hassle which you cause,
I hate the insessant shit
But above all else I hate you because
you are who I really would like to hit.

I\'m going to stop, now...

[Edited on 14/2/06 by Samsara]

Here\'s a poem I think Zero would say:

X the blunder, the wanna be hunter.
Always getting me killed, cause he sucks no wonder.
Taking my saber, and pawning it later, you little blue dweeb, I swear I\'m gonna get you sooner or later.

Roses are red
violets are blue
all of my base
are belong to you
~~~~~~~~~~~

Lament of the Baby Bird

by Ray Miller


Mommy gave me one last worm,
And pushed me from the nest.
I flapped me widdle wings
As hard as I could,
And fell down on me chest.
I see the kitty coming now,
He\'s ready to digest.
So I\'ll see you in heaven, mommy,
I know you did your best.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Ode to An Expiring Frog,

by Charles Dickens (from \"The Pickwick Papers\"):

Can I view thee panting, lying
On thy stomach, without sighing;
Can I unmoved see they dying
On a log,
Expiring frog?

Say, have fiends in shape of boys,
With wild hallo, and brutal noise,
Hunted thee from marshy joys,
With a dog,
Expiring frog?

Zero would never say \"little blue dweeb\"...

*hangs self in shame*

i sympathize my friend i too have been weekend by a wicked enchantress:cry: or is she a beautiful temptress.nontheless ive also become weak

Interest failing, Urge to kill rising,
Height of my power slowly Demising,
Tthe world around me has no meaning,
Except of course Monday cleaning.
~ Black Dranzer.exe

Here\'s one I think Vegeta would say:

Knuckles is red, Sonic is blue, Kakarot sucks, and his children do too.

Here\'s mine:

Breakman is kind,
Hollowtorment is gentle,
Samsara is strong
and Mega X.exe is mental.

sorry anyway.

I like your poem thingy.

WORDS OF A PSYCHOPATH? OH JOY?

Malkav\'s Words:

In the singing, shattered midnight
By the coral sands of time
Through the bloody gates of heaven
Past the sentries in my mind

Bring about the change so quickly
Bring about the terror\'s night
Bring about the blood of lovers
Bring about the smell of fright

I see you watching where I walk
Through the moonlit jasmine field
Listen closely as I talk
About the stars and their overs past

Past fields of poppies, burning bright
Into towers of Blackened Bone
Follow me, Bastard of Caine
Come with me, I have no home

As I drain your life\'s blood sweetly
As you sigh into my warm hands
As I suck your madness neatly
Streaming down like crimson bands

I dance the dance of fools
And pray you find me mad
For if you lay hand upon the root
You\'ll know me without illusion
And find me guilty of the truth

What is this war for we fight and fight.
But what is it all for?
Why the carnage and gore?
I dont know if to hide or fight.
Why are we at war?
Why the guns and the gore?
why are we at war?
(This was a little thing i made when my older brother went to war and died in a shooting last year)

I\'ve got some...

The Stranger:
When earth is sundered, and skies choked black, And sleepers serve the seven curses.
To the hearth there comes a Stranger, Journeyed far \'neath moon and star

Though stark-born to sire uncertain, His aspect marks his certain fate.
Wicked stalk him, righteous curse him, Prophets speak, but all deny.

Many traits make manifest The Stranger\'s fate, the Curse\'s bane.
Many touchstones try The Stranger,
Many fall, but one remains.



This is one of my most favorite poems, if you can guess where it came from, I\'ll give you a long-distance high five!

I have lost,
I have failed,
I am miserable,
I\'m in jail,
and worst of all there is no bail.
~Black Dranzer.exe

Canopy of flower stew
Spotted Cow says \"Moo moo.\"

My blistful friend is lost
The day can turn to green moss

Little tiny orphan girls
play in all the meadows of the world

Total destruction turns our land
Gray with one wave of His hand

Dead children gigle
Live babies dribble

Colorful dry death
Seeps into our Beth

She falls to the floor
Screaming \"No more!\"

Keep her still and quiet
Even though try as she might

Rip out the earth to break
Plant a sapling to make

I am makeing very little sence
This cookie costs 10 pence

I\'ll end this with a prize
My little sweety: RollsEyes

:rolleyes: