Six Word Story: HellHell with friends,Six Word Story: Hell1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Heaven with loneliness
Remember How We Forgot by Shane KoyzcanRemember how we forgot?Remember How We Forgot by Shane Koyzcan3 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Remember how no one really died in the wars we fought? Because each gun shot came from our finger tips. And we never really kept them loaded just in case. Cause each enemy was a friend and none of it was about oil, religion, or land. It was all just pretend. Remember how we used to bend reality, like we were circus strong men. Like our imaginations were in shape then, like we were ninjas trained in the deadly art of “did not”. Like “I totally got you.” “Did not”
Remember how we forgot?
Remember how our parent told us never to look directly into the sun. And how we are their sun, and so we never looked directly into the mirror, in fear that we would go blind. Remember how we used to find any old reason just to call someone we were crushing on. Like we could just pawn off our sense of embarrassment, buy a chunk of courage that would last just long enough to have is asking em about math and stuff. And how stuff was just stu
Steven Wants To FlySteven doesn't like to be bothered by trivial thinks.Steven Wants To Fly2 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But this thing in particular truly stings.
Steven can't comprehend why humans can't fly through the clouds.
But Steven had his doubts.
He knew that if he tried he could float.
He wouldn't need a plane or a boat.
He could just easily levitate in the blue.
that's what a bird would do.
Steven attached a pair of wings
But it really truly stinks
He fell straight down and broke a bunch of bones
He landed on his face in a pile of stones
Good bye Steven with a dream of gold
You never did live till you were old...
The Tale Of Hugh G. Rectionthis is the tale of my good friend HughThe Tale Of Hugh G. Rection2 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
who was once so horny he didn't know what to do
he tried watching videos on dubious websites
but even that couldn't satisfy his sexual appetite.
So one day he was pondering what he should try
to get rid of this libido he was creating the poor guy
So he picked up a phonebook and dialed a number
"I hate to do this, but I have to put this problem under!"
35 minutes later he started to simmer and stew
until there was a knock at the door, and up jumped Hugh
There at the door was a curvaceous female
he could barely speak he just started to stare
In she walked and off came her clothes
she was wearing nothing, but she looked hotter than melted gold
He immediately jumped in and they made sweet love
so loud the screams were heard by doves
So remember folks if your like Hugh
and so horny you don't know what to do
just take a peek at the classified section
and you can absolve your Hugh G Rection
The Basilisk's EyesIf you wish to avoid a painful demiseThe Basilisk's Eyes1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I suggest you don't look at the Basilisk's eyes
Prefix-2006973048txtTimmy had to go to school at seven.Prefix-2006973048txt2 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Because he had a trip at eleven.
His school was taking the kids camping for two days.
Timmy's mum says Timmy transforms when he plays.
But she's probably just kidding.
The teacher did the name calling when they were all sitting.
Timmy was so joyfull as his mum never let him have fun.
Timmy was happy and so was the sun.
when he got there he went fishing with his friend Mike.
Afterwards they each went back to the camp site with his bike.
Timmy felt fond...too fond.
It was quite in base camp when everyone heard an explosion near the pond.
It was little old Timmy boy going mad.
He destroyed everything they had.
He got out his shot gun and started shooting at people with a wide smile.
Timmy hadn't had this much fun in a long while.