Crazy ass nonsensicle poetry

[Shamino]

Well I gon' post these. These are pretty nonsensicle if you don't play chess or know things about shapes. I wrote this driven by unknown emotion and I thought i'd post these to up my post count by +1. I wrote these a good few days ago.


Hi Doug.


Nobody likes a third wheel.
In all honesty, I wouldn't either.
Three wheels
A triangle.
A triangle is a tough, amazing shape when it comes to many things.
The definition of a 'Love Triangle'?
One man
Loves a woman
Who is loved by another man
Who also notices
The woman loves him back
Leaving one man out in the cold.
Not a healthy triangle, is it?

The strongest triangle is the one
with the shortest lines to each point,
making it harder to penetrate the sides.
Realistically, these lines are our problems
our lack of trust
our do's
don'ts.
To get that triangle smaller
To make each point equal
We need to get rid of
our lack of trust
our do's
don'ts.

A third wheel gives the chance of a more stable vehicle.





Realistically speaking, I should start this game
without my queen
It would be very advantageous to you
it would be unfair
yet, fair at the same time
You spent the time
to court your lass
While I on the other hand
hope and wait
I would appriciate
if she was in the middle of our board
Because once the opponent's Queen is gone
your queen becomes the most important piece...
...To both Kings.










Who the hell am I
To want what I do?
You know why I seem so selfless?
You know why you are my NUMBER ONE priority?
My number one cause, and effect?
Because everytime
and I mean, every. Time.
What I want is always impossible to grasp
I can't settle for something
I need what I'd like to think I deserve.
What if that's you?
Who the hell am I
To come here, at this time and place, and ask:
Can I get that kind of trust?

Its not a matter of deserving
or trusting
or caring
or...
Anything.

Its wrong of me to want what I want.
At least, what I think I want.
I need your friendship forever.
I want you now.

[Mr. Kenny]

-erm-
Hi Paul?
Interesting poetry. I guess.

[Shamino]

I knew you'd come creeping in here. Decided to say hi, since you don't get on MSN ANYMORE /Cries

[Mr. Kenny]

Yes well. MSN is a hassle I care not for anymore, unless I have a need. In any case. I don't feel like conversing with a few people right now who I know are always on. It just gets annoying being told certain things over and over again. (Keylee - "Oh I love you, go out with me, come out to F-ing Stouffville and do me") (Kyle - I'm bitching about life and my book") (Kyle 2 - Come over and play Starcraft!") (Kyle 3 - I'm gay, Tyler left me! I need love") (Leanne - I like to start conversations then leave them to die, never replying")

[Shamino]

This is what you do.

You tell me to stop complaining and being a confusing bitch. You tell the Kyle's to get cancer, and you tell everybody else to get a disease that isn't cancer, because you can't use that on more than one name. In this case, we chose Kyle. Keylee has been dealt with, an amazing feat she accomplished really. She managed to lock herself in the trunk of my car for 36 hours and accidently strangled herself using Piano wire.

[Mr. Kenny]

Thanks for that paul.

[Shamino]

Ooooo. I actualy Visualized the sarcasm dripping off of that like a syrup.

[Mr. Kenny]

More like molasses actually.
No I did appreciate the Keylee part.
*is signing off now, had to do some work, and wanted to post once more before leaving*

[Samuel]

?

Lol. I liked it. Pretty cool. I really like the triangle comparrioson.

[maniac___]

*sits on a rooftop, reloading his Robar FR-60 sniper rifle after shooting 11 cops who were aiming at Shamino, while he was taking care of Keylee*