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To my male halfYou’re the Ash to my Pikachu,
the lenses to my frames.
Whenever the world’s gone mad,
your laugh takes away the pain.

Nerds must stick together,
like paper and glue.
I must have had good karma,
since I chanced upon finding you.

Through all the inside jokes,
and those awkward looks we get,
I’m fairly certain people think we’re crazy;
we’d be better off staying silent, I bet.

But where’s the fun in that?
Eccentric is simply what we’re meant to be!
These fools clearly cannot understand
how entertaining it is to be you and me.

So here’s to you, my dear friend;
my fellow forever Pokémon Tr

There was a lad named Chaos who live in the North

There was a lad named Chaos who lived upon the north.
Some days upon a bicycle, he would sally forth.
The cat and dog would look at him with a wistful grin,
And sneak into the fridge and fix a Mickey Finn.
“I’ll be so cross without a trout,” Dizzy twitched her tail.
And little Jenny sat and sighed, “Where’s that Russian borzoi boyfriend for me named Mikhail?”
Off he toodled far and wide on his tiny rims,
Mermaids and troll he did search on a mirthful whim.
Down the cliffs he fell and bounced, like a rubber ball,
Luckily he landed on his head to break the spinning fall.
“Curse you, trolls!” he sa

Cake ObsessionThere is a house magnificent
With marble floors and satin drapes;
Yet the owner has a bad temperament
Which twisted his face into ugly shapes.

His life was filled with loneliness
He knew he made a mistake
To prefer work over love
He had missed his mother's cake.

He does little work yet he earns gold;
Yet if you watch his life unfold,
You'll see the pain he had as a child
Because his plans of stealing cake were defiled.

His past was filled with nonstop pain
And seconds passed in sheer disdain
Because his sister stole his cake
And threw it into a murky lake.

Evil plans are strolling his mind
All for the cake, so he could find.
He took the k

Maine: A LimerickMaine: The Land of Snow and Tractors -
where the Shotguns are plenty and the Teeth are few,
where the Men are Men and the Women are too.

Oh Lonely TomatoOh lonely tomato
so juicy, so red
I watched you sit alone
on your cold hard bed
your bed made of marble
a contrasting grey
Oh shiny tomato
i hate to see you this way

You stand out, tomato
amongst the kitchen things
your companion is the "happy mug"
which once thought it had wings
so it flew from the counter
but landed with a crash
and now its edge is chipped
but at least it didnt smash

Oh lonely tomato
you look so red and sweet
I think I'll pick you up
'cause I want something to eat
Oh lonely tomato
now you are no more
and you were too acidic
so you made my belly sore

goodbye tomato
farewell my friend
now you are eaten
and this is the end.

Ways of WalkenThe path of Walken is mysterious.
With many twists and turns.
For there's so much that awaits for you.
Follow me and you will see.

I invented a program.
To bring out your Inner Walken.
It is a simple hypnosis program.
Trigger is cowbell.

Ever wanted to be Walken?
Ever wanted to get over your fear of him?
Then this program is the thing.
The key to curing your Walkenphobia.

But beware.
I must warn you that..
That once you go Walken.
You can't go back.
And you won't be able to.

It is a slippery slope of no return
When to Walken's ways and face you turn.
Your wish will be forever true
You will be Chris and no more you...
Cowbell. Tink Tink T

.: Sleep! :.

Sleep, oh wonderful and refreshing sleep,
How skillfully evasive thou can be.
Sleep, oh how I yearn for refreshing sleep,
But thou still refuseth to come to me.
At times I close these tired eyes of mine,
And immediately fall aslumber.
Yet sometimes I start to lose track of time,
And still my wakefulness does not crumble.
I beggingly beseech thee, oh great sleep.
Please do come to rescue me from this woe.
How deeply I yearn for thee, oh great sleep,
My desire for thee continues to grow.
Sleep! What a mighty and powerful name!
Sleep! In lacking thee there's nothing to gain!

Minya's just a little tyke....

Atomic monsters breathing fire
Don’t wake them up and rouse their ire.
Minya’s just a little tyke,
Covers miles with a little hike.
Atomic smoke rings are his thing,
Practicing to be the monster king.
Anguirus, Mothra, Rodan, and Manda,
I’ve yet to see a radioactive panda.
Godzilla’s Revenge we will NOT discuss,
Don’t make me mad and start a fuss.
I miss poor Minya, he’s really cute.
To hug him would be a mighty hoot.
But I’d be kinda squished.
Not exactly something you’d have wished.
The Kamacuras are coming near…
…it time to run and hide in fear!

FairiesDew drops have gathered on
Glasses of wine,
Smelling of spring where the
Fairies have dined.
Twilight’s unfriendliness
Scours the trees,
Stealing their dreams in the
Coldness of screams.
Beasts of the shadows now
Clamber ashore
From rivers that demons have
Come from before.
Teeth shine like knives and
Blood is then spilt,
Quenching the thirst of
Lucifer’s hilt….

I thought I’d write
A lovely poem
About some fairies and gnomes,
But this is what happens
When I’m stuck on a weekend at home.

Walken Chant RepriseAt first I was shocked.
I didn't know what to do.
Because becoming Walken.
Was too good to be true.
I thought it would be scary.
Maybe even a little strange.

I took the slippery road of no return.
To the ways of Walken I did turn.
And then my wish and dreams came true.
I am Chris..and no more me.
But there's nothing else i'd like to be.

And to think..
That it started with a Walken fan, a computer program..
And a cowbell.
Tink tink..tink.

The Basket CaseThe Basket Case
Humorous

The white coats are coming now
I hear the clinking of a key
They draw so near that i can hear
I know they are coming for me
My body is aching every day
My mind is tired and stressed
Lock me up in my bedroom
And then we will all be blessed

La Classe Liberata, Parte 13Giunser in poco alle nevi perenni,
Marco alla guida perché egli la strada
pel rifugio sapeva. Così, indenni,
in una grotta, sguainata la spada,
entraron circospetti: .

Luce scorsero in fondo alla grotta:
era d'un fuoco a una donna vicino
urlò con voce rotta
Marco che riconobbe il volto fino.
Ma la strega iniziò lesta la lotta:
era nascosta dentro un anfrattino
e da lì uscì non appena sentì
il grido con cui Marco si tradì.

Pronti i nostri sguainarono le lame,
Enea anche trasse fuor un pugnale,
per uccider quella donna infame
che era Timiditas, strega del male.
Come fiere che abbiano m

He's wearing a dressI'm gone tonight
Playing in the wilderness
While back in town
My lover's trying on a dress

I'm dancing in the evening rain
It's soaking me to my skin
While my lover's playing beauty queen
With a silly boyish grin

I'm gone tonight
Thinking of my lover's ways
And all the while he's dancing
In his weird dressy ways

PillowPillow, sweet pillow,
I lay down my head
To see you this night
While wallowing in dread.
I’m immediately whisked
Away to greet dreams
In a place where nothing
Is quite like it seems.
Pillow, sweet pillow,
Don’t leave me this night
For you are the comfort
That makes me feel light.
Pillow, sweet pillow,
In the depth of my sleep
I ate a 5-pound marshmallow
So, you, I no longer keep.
You disappeared the next morning,
It’s not quite clear where,
But I hear you each night
In my tummy as you tear.
11/20/12

My Suncoast ExperienceOne day I was at Suncoast browsing anime, you see,
When a guy who worked there started talking to me!
He talked about Naruto, Hetalia, Vocaloid;
This was just something I couldn't avoid.
A few minutes passed, I think it was ten,
I thought I could never go home again!
He blabbed on and on about Pokemon and Bleach,
And I was getting real tired of this otaku speech!
(Don't get me wrong, I love anime so,
Bu t nobody wants otaku overload!)
He asked to go to a cosplay convention,
My heart sank in my stomach from all the tension,
For, you see, I wasn't in my hometown,
I was on vacation, just looking around.
A drive from home to there would be toug

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No One AroundThe curtain fell months ago
The stage is empty
The band’s gone home
The audience cheers long silent now
The vacant seats, silence abound
No one’s around, no one’s around

The bed is cold
The sheets are made
The door is locked
The blinds are drawn
Dust and webs fill this room now
No one’s around, no one’s around

The blood still flows
Synapses flash
The heart beats on
Impulses clash
And though the body is safe and sound
No one’s around, no one’s around

A desolate desert
A mountain of dirt
A scorched meadow
Abandoned field
Cheerful chatter silence fills now
No one’s around, no one

Happiness IsHappiness is
A warm gun
A bullet with my name
Not remembering
The time, the place
Or the day

Happiness is
The stolen kiss
The elusive bliss
A tight embrace
My wrinkled face
A salty tear

Happiness is
Not thinking twice
The last reprise
The thoughts gone by
The warm sunshine
A shooting star

Happiness is
You and me
It’s meant to be
Our bodies intertwined
I’m yours and you’re mine
Till the end of time

Happiness is
Wherever we find it
Even if we’re blinded
By the softest touch
Or with a blind man’s crutch
It’s waiting for us here

Broken DreamSitting here, alone
Watching the clock tick
The minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
And I dream of the day
When I can run away
Just let go and play
But I can’t wander astray

I have to soldier on
Slave to my ambition
I’m always in control
Politically correct
I’ll suck it and I’ll smile
I’ll swallow it all
Your grief, anger, desires
I’ll take it all inside

Solutions to your problems
I’ll drop everything and solve them
My life is insignificant
Contrasted with your madness
And it’s never ending
Always nerve wrecking
You’re breaking my back
Can’t you hear it crack

No e

DisposablesOnce bitten, twice shy
Snap that hand back, don’t ask why
Don’t question us,
Do as you’re told
We don’t care what you think
You can’t decide on your own

Your future is in your hands
That’s what we make you believe in
Blindfolded and deprived of senses
Stumbling in darkness, following our lead
A singular path, a singular theme
Cast away everything in between

The memories you hold are not your own
The places and faces so distant
You want to reach out but they disappear
Into the void, into nothingness
Eyes wide open, mind shut away
The vertigo is all that remains

No choices, no destiny
Just the w

DuckI’m so tired of standing in lines
To parties I can’t get in
Being bowled out for a duck
With the first ball of an innings
Eyeballing Versaces out of my price range
Booed and hissed on my debut
Off the centre stage

I hear the conversations
While standing in the foyer
Can’t you people close the doors
I’m not your god damned lawyer
I dive in and break my neck
Wake up with cold sweat
Then deal out a new deck

Back to square one
I’m window shopping
It’s getting difficult
With all the pills I’m popping
Stumbled and missed a few steps
Another bouncer up ahead
A night full of dubious regrets

Time

Indifference:reduxHe wasn’t there
When his father died
Trading futures in Japan
He wasn’t there
When his mother cried
Buying stocks in a distant land

Buy and sell
Sell and buy
Let the money multiply
Hire here
Fire there
Money, money everywhere

Spare a dime?
Need a job
Get away from me
You dirty slob
I don’t care what your problem is
You most likely deserved all this

Armani suits
The latest shades
Mercedes Benz
And some Gucci pants
Mobile phones and PDAs
Laptops, insurance, the latest craze

Children are starving
People are dying
While his stocks are multiplying
Not a cent to spare for anyone
Money here, money there,

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Filler

by ~n-g-e, Aug 31, 2007, 4:32:23 AM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Traditional Fixed Forms

There are times
When I have nothing to write
And just scribble words
Hoping for them to combine
Into an intellectual statement
That is sweet and sublime
That will live on its own throughout all time

Something that is magical
Yet still tragically comical
A thought deeply profound
An epiphany renowned
That will be cited and admired
Worshipped and praised upon
Even if only by a solitary peon

It is that which fuels my fire
My endless desire
To imprint myself on others
To create a masterpiece
Something that does not yet exist
Reminiscent of a grandiose thriller
But instead I wrote this filler

Fillerby ~n-g-e

Literature / Poetry / Humor / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2007-2013 ~n-g-e

Speaking of fillers on my previous poem, I decided to actually sit down and write one...and what do you know, it worked.

~Pyrox666xPheebs Sep 11, 2007

love this

!! i really relate

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~n-g-e Sep 12, 2007

Haha, thank you

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~Intrinsica Sep 5, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

Pfft. Filler. This isn't filler, this is good stuff! Well written.

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~Tar1988 Aug 31, 2007

Recognisable and quite amusing

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~n-g-e Aug 31, 2007

Thank you sir

Glad you enjoyed it. I'm actually quite happy with the way it turned out

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`MagicalJoey Aug 31, 2007 Writer

hehe, but when it turns into a poem it isn;t really a filler now is it

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~n-g-e Aug 31, 2007

Hmm...perhaps you're right

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`MagicalJoey Aug 31, 2007 Writer

^_^
I like being right, even if it is just a perhaps

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~RMRippers Aug 31, 2007

XD excellent

i love this one

its kinda like... i love poems about poems yano?

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~n-g-e Aug 31, 2007

Haha, yeah, I know what you mean

Thanks mate

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