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Started by NotPublished, December 30, 2009, 01:14:34 AM

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NotPublished

Fuck that shit.
It was an experience atleast,
The tempting eyes,
The handsome face, strong arms ..
But what does it all mean?

I was there,
Watching the rhythm of an orgy,
Skin on Skin
Chest on chest
Lips on lips.

I was tempted,
Invited many times,
I even thought of joining
Was I jealous? Was I missing out?
But I'm not a born hunter

Never before did I feel concerned,
But I realise - its the nature of Man.
But why, isn't it mine?
The idea of feeling special - lost
Amongst the bare chested Men

But thankfully, I realise
Its not what it all seems
I know me for me
What was I to expect
It was a Gay Club
In Soviet Russia, sins died for Jesus.

NotPublished

I wrote this on the train to work today, my first attempt at writing any form of Poetry really.
In Soviet Russia, sins died for Jesus.

Storebrand

Beyond really liking the visual the bold portion is really awesome.

Quote from: NotPublished on December 30, 2009, 01:14:34 AM
Fuck that shit.
It was an experience atleast,
The tempting eyes,
The handsome face, strong arms ..
But what does it all mean?

I was there,
Watching the rhythm of an orgy,
Skin on Skin
Chest on chest
Lips on lips.

I was tempted,
Invited many times,
I even thought of joining
Was I jealous? Was I missing out?
But I'm not a born hunter

Never before did I feel concerned,
But I realise - its the nature of Man.
But why, isn't it mine?

The idea of feeling special - lost
Amongst the bare chested Men

But thankfully, I realise
Its not what it all seems
I know me for me
What was I to expect
It was a Gay Club

NotPublished

In Soviet Russia, sins died for Jesus.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

The last two lines totally made the whole thing for me.
:lulz:

Sometimes, a poem with a punch line is the best kind.
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Bebek Sincap Ratatosk

- I don't see race. I just see cars going around in a circle.

"Back in my day, crazy meant something. Now everyone is crazy" - Charlie Manson

Cramulus

I like it, NP, nice work!

How does the first line fit into all this?

NotPublished

#7
 :lulz: Thanks very much guys

@Cram - The first line, was showing my frustration

@Nigel Haha thanks I'm glad you approve :D
In Soviet Russia, sins died for Jesus.