I typed "The camera flashed" into this aweful random poem generator thingie and my jaw dropped as I read the result:
The camera flashed
what a drag it is being censored
I shall go and weep in my maternal shed.
as I watch my life being poured
After trying many more lines, I've decided making my own poems is far more fun, entertaining, and... umm...better.
-Kevin
I love you....:)
Posted by: Mechaniclese at March 23, 2004 10:05 PMYou are one weird fuck!?!?! kidding...
Posted by: Sommer at March 24, 2004 10:21 PMmaternal shed...
wow.
Here is a poem I wrote for English. I thought it was pretty good.
~Jason
Hope
By Jason Woldseth
We all hope,
For impossible things,
Like digging to the center of the earth,
Or finding diamond rings,
We love to hope,
And we hope to love,
We want to fly away,
Like a white dove,
Alas we’re to stay,
On the hard ground,
Hide and seek we can play,
Until we are found,
Trapped in a cage,
Sometimes we are,
Then we must gauge,
‘Have we gone too far?’
We watch the clock tick,
We watch the hands move,
We watch life pass us by,
With naught to improve,
Some hopes will live,
Some hopes will die,
In the latter case,
Many will cry,
We all hope,
For impossible things,
Like digging to the center of the earth,
Or finding diamond rings.
Nice, Jason...
I think I'm supposed to do one of those poems too... :( Grrr.
-Kevin