Fruiting around

I fell down a tree in June,
And I hit Newton's head, that goon,
He wrote some theory about me,
But that couldn't be foreseen.

I hit his head with a big ba-aaam,
At least I didn't turn to ja-aaam,
I just bounced down the cold street,
Seeing no-one nice to meet.

My anticipation has deceived me,
No-one really wanted to see me,
I kept looking everywhere,
But it seemed no-one was there. No baby.

So whe-eeere did my orange go,
My sweetie who would never kno-ooow,
That she was my star, my insolation,
She pulled me close like gravitation. Would she eee-ver know?

I remember,
That you pretty like a cake,
At least your makeup isn't fake,
Because you're nothing but a fruit,
You're an orange, I'm the coot. Damn, oo-ooh shoot.

You're soo-oh - reee-eed, you're so bluuu-ue baby,
The ripest of all fruits, yeah mayyy-beee,
You're - So - Sweet,
So nice and neat.

And what kind of weed have you smokin' now ?

dude... chruser get a life

I think is excellence. Seems like he is just speaking what is on mind and by actually posting it, it lets out a lot of stress. I think its his way of meditation >_<

What else can I say, its fruity!

damn straight

u should copy right it man, some desperate rapper might come and steal ur material.

The blind being able to see
money growing on a tree
the crippled being able to walk
the mute being able to talk
what I am trying to say
trying to understand a genius is like taco getting a BJ

IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I always wondered what it would be like to be an apple...

Good poem Chruser.

I like kuja's poem except for the last line.

chruser's a fruit cake =/

mmm... fruit cake.

Well, since i cant start a new thread...I might as well post it here! Lets see who can compete with Chruser with your either deep/strange/nonsense poems!

Pondering death

When I die what will I find?
All sorts of possibilities race through my mind.
Is there a heaven and is there a hell?
If they don't exist maybe its just as well.
These answers I need, I must know
Or the fear will continue to grow.
These thoughts remain in my head
continuing to haunt me until I am dead.

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The dread you fear when you wake up
You know sumthins gonna happen, and you lay awestruck
Then you remember the light of your day
The spark that lights the fire, you must be brave
As you walk to school, you remember what they said:
Wuss! Dirtbag! Your bloods gonna shed.
When you get to school they're already near
But you look to the right and she’s standing there
You turn back and they're already coming
Before you know it, your blood is running
Your world turns hazy, dark and gray
You feel relaxed, comforted in a way
When you wake up your head is throbbing
You look around and everything’s bobbing
Then you see her running down the aisle
And you can’t help but let out a great big smile

goto poetry.com and copy right ur work i did

huh?