Another Poem Game!

everyday
i was going to school
by a school bus
there was this girl,
so pretty, so nice, so innocent
gazing at me with a smile,
today,
i am so upset
i did not see her
cause
i missed the bus

New Title is

When I Saw You In My Dream

when i saw you in my dream
i was so glad
i ran toward you
cause you were selling ice cream

title
IF You TELL ME I LOVE YOU

If you tell me I love you
I'll puke up my lunch
especially if you say that
you love me a bunch

So just be quiet and
don't say even a word
cause I don't wanna
have to give you the bird

lmao...Sorry I'm a bit cynical this early in the morning.

New title: The Magic of Pop Rocks

uhh..pop rocks are a candy right??..well..if its not too bad..not it is:):)

The magic of pop rocks
the constant surprise
their sweet sudden popping.
it shows in my eyes.

The crackaling noises
they sound in my ear.
this fake flavoured candy,
To me it is dear:P:P

he he...hey, u try cumming up with a better one:P...anyways...
NEXT TITLE:
My headless rubber chicken:)

OK, so the last post was posted a minute before mine...I like mine, so I'm going to leave it. Sorry to have messed up the flow of this thread. :(

Slowly pour you
Into my mouth

You begin to pop
I begin to shout

You never cease
To amaze me, dear

Pop rocks you keep
My mind so clear

You help me attain
The highest highs

I love it when
You rub my thighs

You make me scream
You make me shout

Pop rocks, I love you
In my mouth.

Wow...I umm...Must really subconciously looove pop rocks. Lmao.

Let's leave the last one.
Next title: My Headless Rubber Chicken (courtesy of: MaLuV4uIsEnDlEsS)

My headless rubber chicken
Still stares at me in disgust
At the antics of these humans
And other creatures and louse

He took my heart away and we
Bonded like candy to sugar
And i sucked his head away
Wrung out in his pain he'd curl his
lips into a poultry pout
In mockery if he could

lol i just made it up on the spot

Next Title: Soap Sculptures

Soap Sculptures

Clean statues that cry in the rain.
Statues that never get dirt or pain.
Immature visions of forgotten art.
Dramatic extras like unused part.

Advertising that seeks attention.
A flower that seeks redemption.
Mascarading actors with no clue.
My mind when I thought of you.

The emptiness of life beyond hope.
A writer's block given by the Pope.
Mental obessesions that refrain.
Unbroken glass on a window pane.

Carved nightmares with no use.
Just a concept that can only lose.
An abomination of idolatry given.
A statue that can never be forgiven.

Music that has no refrain ever.
An angel caught in the weather.
Stillness that lasts in forever.
Horror of quills without a feathers

Next Title: Andromeda's Curse

this sounds really kewl but im not to sure what Andromeda is so I dont think I can really write about it.. to bad