Teenage Angst for Beginners, v1
Here I [long verb],
[long adjective for \"hidden\"] by my [emotion] I [emotional outburst].
[emotional outburst] for your [verb]ing [emotion].
I drink your [emotion] like the [drink] of [emotion].
My [emotion] is [negative verb] by your [weather phenomenon].
Your [weather phenomenon] of [emotion].
Such [emotion] is my [seasonal adjective] [vegetable].
The [vegetable] of [emotion].
How can I [emotion] you if you [form of dancing] over my heart?
My [emotion] is [verb] by your [natural disaster].
Your [natural disaster] of [seasonal adjective] [emotion].
[Long word, can mean anything].
This [negative adjective] [negative adjective] [negative adjective]
of [emotion].
I would [verb, meaning \"wash\"] your [household pet] if it meant
I could see your [bodily part] of [happy emotion].
Such [emotion, negative].
Such [emotion, negative].
How I [long verb] for your [bodily part] of [emotion].
[Long word, can mean anything].
©2003-2009 ~deviantkupo
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Fill in the blanks with the words suggested and a poem displaying all the hallmarks of bad teenage poetry will be yours!
Feel free to submit the poems you derive in the comments!!
Feel free to submit the poems you derive in the comments!!
Daily Deviation, 2003-12-17
Teenage Angst for Beginners v1 by *deviantkupo just about sums up the common formula for a misconception of what poetry is supposed to be like. In other words: IT IS F U N N Y (Featured by `inennui)
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Here I implode,
Concealed by my paranoia I wet myself.
Squealing for your thrusting hate.
I drink your lust like the fanta of love.
My desire is being pummelled by your tornado.
Your hurricane of loathing.
Such pity is my festive gherkin.
The gherkin of wrath.
How can I love you if you tango over my heart?
My fear is annihilated by your slight breeze.
Your earthquake of eastery doom.
Masturbating my soul!
This painful condemning doom!
of dispair.
I would cleanse your squirrel if it meant
I could see your left ventricle of joy.
Such pain.
Such anguish.
How I yearn for your thorax of love.
Spank my naughty monkey!
- Ben
Disguised by my fear I get jiggy with it.
praying for your fagging love.
I drink your despise like the cherryade of erm, despise.
My angst (lol) is covered by your snow.
Your snow of joy.
Such joy is my spring onion. (d'ya get it lol)
The onion of love.
How can I hate you if you ballet over my heart?
My confusion is amplified by your meltimg icecaps.
Your melting icecaps of grey concern.
Cicumscription.
This big, bad bear of affection.
I would scrub your iguana if it meant
I could see your eyelash of bliss.
Such Fury
Such Vexation
How I lech for your of oesophagus of compassion.
Decolonise
Mathyou - you are teh winz.
ps. it says there are three comments - but i can only see one ('lo ben).
[long adjective for "hidden"] by my [emotion] I [emotional outburst].
[emotional outburst] for your [verb]ing [emotion].
I drink your [emotion] like the [drink] of [emotion].
My happiness is SMITED by your slight drizzle
Your slight drizzle of revenge.
Such love is my winter carrot.
The carrot of pain.
How can I hate you if you break-dance over my heart?
My hate is shat upon by your volcanic eruption.
Your volcanic eruption of festive misery.
Discombobulated.
This Terrible Smelly Pissy wave
of hate.
I would scrub your rat if it meant
I could see your funnel of love.
Such hate.
Such misery.
How I swam for your leg of wrath.
Cunted up the shafthole.
Here I Clench,
enveloped by my jealousy I Squeal.
Moan for your swimming love.
I drink your hate like the juice of love. (Hideous comedy there)
My happiness is SMITED by your slight drizzle
Your slight drizzle of revenge.
Such love is my winter carrot.
The carrot of pain.
How can I hate you if you break-dance over my heart?
My hate is shat upon by your volcanic eruption.
Your volcanic eruption of festive misery.
Discombobulated.
This Terrible Smelly Pissy wave
of hate.
I would scrub your rat if it meant
I could see your funnel of love.
Such hate.
Such misery.
How I swam for your leg of wrath.
Cunted up the shafthole.
Buried by my pain I scream.
Pleading for your threatening love.
I drink your desire like the blood of torture.
My lust is beaten by your thunder.
Your cloud of fear.
Such desire is my christmas prune,
The prune of pain
How can I love you if you waltz over my heart?
My anguish is destroyed by your hurricane.
Your flood of autumn agony.
Manifestation of aphrodisia.
This painful bleeding dying
of freedom.
I would cleanse your hamster if it meant
I could see your tongue of love.
Such apathy.
Such hatred.
How I hanker for your mind of joy.
Decriminalisation.
---
Here I manifest,
shrouded by my courage I bawl.
Screaming for your stabbing indifference.
I drink your apathy like the Bloody Mary of Doom.
My melancholy is ripped apart by your torrential downpours.
Your tornado of regret.
Such fear is my blossoming pumpkin.
The pumpkin of horror.
How can I love you if you C-walk over my heart?
My passion is overshadowed by your avalanche.
Your avalanche of cold hatred.
Flabbergasted!
This sorrowful horrible bloody vat
of emptiness.
I would bathe your rodent if it meant
I could see your penis of elation.
Such spite.
Such remorse.
How I yearn for your penis of elation.
Rumplestiltskin!
Here I perish,
Ensconced by my passion I bellow.
Screaming for your dancing ardency.
I drink your worship like the whiskey of devotion.
My anger is abandoned by your tidal wave.
Your tidal wave of fear.
Such hatred is my autumnal pumpkin.
The pumpkin of hatred.
How can I adore you if you macarana over my heart?
My solace is crushed by your landslide.
Your landslide of wintry malice.
Apocalypse.
This desolate barren pitiful
of agony.
I would lather your cat if it meant
I could see your mouth of frution.
Such pain.
Such lorn.
How I desiderate for your ear of understanding.
Gamma Globulin.
Sheathed by my Inner Doom I Scream Like A Deaf Child On A Cold Day
Humping Ravishly for your humdinging Hate.
I drink your Guilt like the Tango of Guilt.
My Undying Anal Love is Anally Eaten by your Surprise Anal Hurricane
Your Freak Piss Shower of Pissfulness.
Such Pissfulness is my Autumnal Turnip
The Love-Turnip of Love
How can I Shag you if you Rumba over my heart?
My Undying Anal Sexuality is Rumba-ing by your Giant Space Centipede Attack
Your House Falling Down of Wintery Discontent.
Stretch
This Pissy Pissy Pissy Probing Of The Anus of The Anus.
I would Scour your Beaver if it meant
I could see your Giant Lump of Greatest Goodness
Such Pissfulness.
Such Pissfulness.
How I Rabidly Ravage for your Giant Sex Eye of Pissfulness.
Smashed Apples
Here I masturbate,
Surreptitiously by my elation, I fillet steaks.
Pulling maddeningly for your maddening lust.
I drink your emotion like the 50-cent-lemonade of desire.
My regret is bastardised by your 50-cent-lemonade tsunami.
Your eddies of relent.
Such emotion is my wintry cucumber.
The squash of hate.
How can I regret you if you swing over my heart?
My tantricity is fucked by your alien invasion.
Your alien invasion of swelter-swelter swelterness.
Surreptitiously.
This rancid, languid, crimson
of pity.
I would lick your ferret if it meant
I could see your uvula of glee.
Such darkness.
Such durge.
How I syncopate for your sphincter of desire.
Surreptitiously.
--
<youthculture>AAHJ THERESN A FLY ON MY NONUEIET
<youthculture>MONITERN AAAA
--
Lady Astor: Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink.
Churchill: Madam, if you were my wife I would drink it.
Lady Astor: Sir, you are drunk.
Churchill: Yes madam, and you are ugly, but tomorrow I shall be sober.
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