Fallen Sideways

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5067]

You tempted me
Your forbidden fruit
Your hidden attempted smile didn’t suit

A tainted look
That haunted me
A painted state of taunted apathy

You were ever so keen
To glean your Diamorphine

Burdened within the ashes of despair
As each hour passes
Without care

Stooped in a door
Grouped on the floor

Smothered in essence
A ghost in the presence

Fallen sideways
A haze
In those
Chameleon days

[HermitParticipant]

I think poems are like paintings. They can mean different things to different people. This one of course means nothing to me with the exception of “…….stopped in a door……grouped on the floor……”. Seems sexual to me.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

And the first thing that flashed into me gulliver, was that Id like to have her right down there on the floor
with the ol in-out, real SAVAGE.

Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you! I’ll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime. I’m not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless. It stands to reason, I won’t have it.

I was cured alright

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5067]

Hermit wrote:

I think poems are like paintings. They can mean different things to different people. This one of course means nothing to me with the exception of “…….stopped in a door……grouped on the floor……”. Seems sexual to me.

Is right. This(as with many) is personal. Art comes in many facets, and is an expressment of one’s self.
It is “stooped” not “stopped”….and yes, it is about sex. That toothless grin stooped in sin specimen that I fell for.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5067]

Gravel Pit wrote:

And the first thing that flashed into me gulliver, was that Id like to have her right down there on the floorwith the ol in-out, real SAVAGE.

Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you! I’ll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime. I’m not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless. It stands to reason, I won’t have it.

I was cured alright

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I tell you what me ol c~~~le. I have never seen anything like it! An unknown jumble that yet still continues to confound the plebs.
Keep befogging them buddy!

[Gravel PitParticipant]

I dont know what stirs me, I just love posting photos of panties.

IT IS SPRINGTIME after all! The bees and the birds mates. A joyous and free beginning. Spread your seeds and get fawked with metoo accusations, dramatic texts, fake pregnancies or god forbid real ones… LOL. I may actually try to get laid this year!

I thought of a good one-liner but none of the women think it’s funny. “Hey sugar! Want to get pregnant?” For some reason they dont take to it. LOL

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5067]

Gravel Pit wrote:

I dont know what stirs me, I just love posting photos of panties.


IT IS SPRINGTIME after all! The bees and the birds mates. A joyous and free beginning. Spread your seeds and get fawked with metoo accusations, dramatic texts, fake pregnancies or god forbid real ones… LOL. I may actually try to get laid this year!
I thought of a good one-liner but none of the women think it’s funny. “Hey sugar! Want to get pregnant?” For some reason they dont take to it. LOL

Well, we know little Herm always gets his panties in a twist….. XXXXXL.
Line all them up and fertilise the Ovum.
I like that line. Try it on those AA members.
See me. In my prime I was a sublime enzyme full of slime. I used to turn heads. Now I just turn stomachs.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

lol, droppin good lines today Colin

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5067]

Gravel Pit wrote:

lol, droppin good lines today Colin

Well, when one is a social pariah and a misfit, the Hippocampus is kept moist.
I am in a constant state of neuroticism. The price to pay for having a mind as potent as I!
Maybe speak on the morrow.
A Goose Davy Crockett.

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