Teh Katie

Teh ducky writes Po-imz.


I'm reading them.

 

yes I do
and I'm kinda new-ish (almost a year now.....) my poems vary type alot... those ones don't too much, I should probably put more on that page

 

I once wrote a po-iiiiiiiim. It didn't turn out so well.

Anyhow...there was a thread about castration, you know... you shoulda been there, I tell yoouu!@*&

 

Derek needs to drag himself into this whore house. It's not teh same with0ut him.

 

Castration?!


I thought you wrote "Derek needs to drag himself into the White House."

To which my mind responded, "Well, fuck, I'm getting there first. "

And then I re-read.

To which my mind responded, "Well, fuck, I'm an idiot. "

 

Have you ever paused & realized that Derek could possibly be the next Bill Clinton? Who is going to be his slutty intern?

 

...and there was no humor in that castration thread. You gotZ 2 fix taht.

 

castration is mentioned in one of my poems... I cn't find that fucker though, I wrote it while my computer was broke and lost the paper.... it was one of my favorites....

 

*raises hand*

 

Is it written in an erotic fashion?

 

You left me drifting, like a curse
My thoughts remain, far too perverse
You finally managed to trap your prey
And it makes me wonder why I am waiting in the dust here today
Tomorrow's sun will vociferously shower
Through my thoughts, it will devour
Trailing behind my echoed footsteps
A half-ton of peeling paint and ancient regrets
Saying you wanted all that I did
The words came through your teeth before you could put on a lid
I grow weary now, as the sunset falls
O'er vast empty spaces and lowdown jazz halls
My constant thought brought through the hole in my head
The one that you left, metaphorically, with a ball of lead
Bleeds like a rose until the morning dew showers
Bleeds like the ink of my mind that the dewdrops will surely scour.

 

oh katie, how i missed the beautiful smell of your vulgarity smells like, cut grass

 

...is this some type of metaphor for castration?

 

I guess you could say that... somewhat... eh.

 

nope

 

Oh George...I am teh sorry. I interpret most things on a highly perverted level.

 

Burby!!!


Ahahahahhaa.... why can I never talk to you like a semi-normal human being? I usually end up simply non-verbally screaming "BURBY!!!! !!!11!!!111one!!!".


I feel so degenerated.

 

Awwww, George, that's such a lonely poem.

But poetry is open for all types of interpretation... ...

 

no, its cause your awesomely katie

 

That's the fifth time someone has told me it's a lonely poem.