AMP IT UP

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Ampoule, Apr 20, 2010.

  1. A VILLANELLE POEM. (specific structure, etc) POETRY CLASS JUST GOT A THOUSAND TIMES COOLER.


    All through the night they shuffle

    All through the night they shuffle
    A thousand stiffs who hold no heat
    In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum

    The President’ll fret and Congress’ll crumble
    Too late’ll they find, a bullet through the mind, is how they’re beat
    All through the night they shuffle

    They have plans for your noggin – but not the hair, scalp, nor skull
    It’s those sweet, mushy grey vittles they wish most to eat
    In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum

    Hardly damned with no souls to humble
    Not a care in the world; their life sure sounds great
    In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum

    Carrying the arm of your Aunt—Hey, isn’t that your Uncle?
    Nah, it’s just another one of them, nibbling a piece of meat
    All through the night they shuffle

    Finding safety in high ground you feel the tables are turned
    Seeing the never-ending horde below, you begin to pray
    All through the night they shuffle
    In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum
     
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  2. T_T MANRY TEARS
     
  3. So. Much. Win. T.T
     
  4. Second through fifth'd
     
  5. THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT'S ABOUT ZOMBIES. THEREFOR IT IS ALLOWED TO BE AWESOME!
     
  6. CAN I SURF THAT WAVE?

    IT GONNA BE SO CASH WHEN SOMEONE ASKS ME "BRAH, WHAT DID YOU DO LAST WEEK?"

    AND I SAY "NUTHING MUCH, BROHAM, JUST TOTALLY WENT SURFING ON A WAVE OF MY UNDEAD LOVE ONES. I TOTALLY GOT STOKED WHEN UNCLE EARL AND GRAND MA MA CAME TOGETHER IN AN UNHOLY WAVE OF FAT ROTTING FLESH. SHIT WAS KILLER."