Depressing Poetry Contest

[The ghost of a ghost of a ghost]

the ladder gave way & she fell with a crash,
she bitched & she moaned as she sat on her ass,
i said, ''what the fuck are you doing, your job is not done''
then she chased me out the door with a 12 gauge shotgun.

I knew you could type actual words.  
All this bullshit slang you type is "fecking" annoying.
Stop.
Or speak in ryhmes if thats what it takes for you to properly type english words.
DO what I say, or else.

[John Shaw]

Libman Hath Returned

Vile Little Toad Of A "Man"

No One Hears Your Screams

[Alex Libman]

Robert Frost is great.

John Shaw, that is so...  2010...
Can't we all just get along?   

[Alex Libman]

I will never know love,
And I want no disciples.
I will not wear a velvet glove,
That my iron heart despises.

I will never write a book.
Paper can't hold passion -
Time guts truth, like a reaping hook,
Leaves only what's in fashion.

In sewer pipes I plant my seeds.
Briefly some do blossom.
Here, in between your weeds,
I redefine what's awesome!

I know time won't leave a trace,
I know the end is coming.
You come my garden to erase,
To sanitize the plumbing.

You did not deserve my trust.
Again you'll be my butcher.
But I already have no past,
Why hope for a future?

My last temptation came and gone,
I have a higher yearning.
I throw at myself this here first stone,
Gethsemane is calling.

You shake fists at an empty cross,
From which I've long descended.
Swine shit my pearls - it is their loss,
I am not offended.

[Riddler]

I knew you could type actual words. 
All this bullshit slang you type is "fecking" annoying.
Stop.
Or speak in ryhmes if thats what it takes for you to properly type english words.
DO what I say, or else.

wise up, watch it, take it easy old man,
don't make me slap that guitar outta-your han.
jerry's dead, and got ice cream with his name,
but don't think ben & jerry gonna do you the same.

hoe dat, mothafuckah

(nice guitar work, tho....now that i know who you are....i hate to say...thanks to dickie-fag)

[Riddler]

hush mothafuckah, don' you cry,
nigga's gonna get you some punkin' pie.
if dat punkin' pie don' sing,
acid you took ain't doin' it's thing

[Alex Libman]

When Buddha was young, his mind sharp and clear,
He was making six figures, and all was alright,
A bright shining start to an awesome career,
But then... he was smitten... by political blight...

So that idiot Buddha sat under a tree,
Trying purge off all his closed-source "sins".
On a seven year open-source coding spree,
Looking for freedom where no one wins.

Leave the string slack, and it won't play.
Tighten too much, and it may just snap.
Don't forget you've got bills to pay,
But don't get trapped in the corporate crap.

So don't be hating on MS and Oracle,
Don't get trapped in a closet with omgBSD,
I'm all out of rhythm, and way too rhetorical,
But now this poem is over, whoopee.


(10 minute limit)

[Alex Libman]

Lung cancer got me.
As I lay dying,
One final plea...
I'm shaking, I'm crying...

Please, make the world feel right,
I beg you, for one final moment,
Please, please give me a light,
End this torrent of torment!

Fine, insult and forget
Every word that I wrote,
Just...  Put a lit cigarette
In the hole in my throat!

Without it I am lost.
Alone with no voice.
No matter the cost.
No hope.  No choice.

With one foot in the grave,
How dare you deprive,
Me of that which I crave!
Give me Free Talk Live!

Yes, this is an addiction,
It won't love you back.
But I stand by my conviction,
Let the world fade to black.

[alaric89]

I am sitting here in a bit of a bind
On whether it is right to be kind
to anyone who tries, but inevitably loses
with every decision they so chooses.
They are beaten down every day by "the man".
Saying from jail how it was part of the plan.
But maybe it would be better never to fret,
about whatever experiences fellow travelers set.
Because while the baddies are watching their show
I can do my thing in the down low.