Memories Fade

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Like chalk on the board
You wiped our love away
Without a care

The one you supposedly adored
Was left laden bare

Stripped
Until there was nothing left but apathy

Whilst you were led blind
Until you couldn’t see

Promises of pastures green
Enticed
You took a chance and threw the dice
And walked away
So serene

I could hear the whispers as I went by
Their bated breath
And heavy sigh

Playing the blame game
Again and again

If only they could take a glimpse of pastures new
If only they could understand
The shedding of you

Memories fade
And
In the cold light of shade
That’s when I knew

[bladeParticipant]

To normal col not sick and f~~~ed up like your normal ones . You ok bro

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[BubParticipant 1406]

“ It was just your turn ”

Just rolling down the road

[Branched offParticipant 10934]

This is good stuff Colin. It has universal appeal without whoring oneself out to the mainstream. Most people can connect with it.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

blade wrote:

To normal col not sick and f~~~ed up like your normal ones . You ok bro

You forgot the extra O in “to”. Lest you end up a transatlantic goon.
When you are a fruit-loop, words form in different patterns/sequence etc
Life can’t be all beer and skittles matey!

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Bub wrote:

“ It was just your turn ”

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Branched off wrote:

This is good stuff Colin. It has universal appeal without whoring oneself out to the mainstream. Most people can connect with it.

Thanks for your continued support, praise and advice Mr Branch.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Like Blade said, this is too polished and normal. An old lady would love it.

We’re used to the more coarse poems
about warts in the nether regions and deceased specimens getting tally-whacked.
You know, the smitten with smegma
mid-Summer’s night siesta with Susan’s menstrual-soiled pantaloons sailing in the breeze.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Like Blade said, this is too polished and normal. An old lady would love it.
We’re used to the more coarse poemsabout warts in the nether regions and deceased specimens getting tally-whacked.You know, the smitten with smegmamid-Summer’s night siesta with Susan’s menstrual-soiled pantaloons sailing in the breeze.

Who do I please….myself, specimens such as yourself, or the more serious on here? I personally love composing the crude ones.

Next one up(when I can find a bastard pen!) titled, “Salads for wimps”

[bladeParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Salads for wimps”

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[bladeParticipant]

Ps. I like your poetry .

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[Dark KenshiParticipant 2132]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Life can’t be all beer and skittles matey!

Really?

Oh f~~~ this, I’m out.
LMFAO!

"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

blade wrote:

Ps. I like your poetry .

Thanks, I like the fact you like it.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Dark Kenshi wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Life can’t be all beer and skittles matey!

Really?
Oh f~~~ this, I’m out.LMFAO!

We all need good old rain and depression. The British Empire was built upon it.
Stay in, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show.

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