Mr. Smith. Mister. Smith.
Welding worlds of wretched work
clang clang shuffle shuffle
clang clang hustle hustle

drink
self
one
save

Drink deep, this life
Your sense of self swells
You see the one you want
Save the flavour, wiff the smells

Immigrant
Excluded
Multicultural
Local

Her vagina was black and white
I could coruscate and make flight
To lighten up Kodiak
Measured jackets are made by mack

Why
Isn't
This
Stickied

Those who cannot bend the iron
populate like weeds
munches on their insecurity
small minded dross with testes

you didn't leave words

greed
hate
spite
might

greedy is failure
with hate by its side
in spite of its influence
I might not have tried

alloy
fold
crimson
hold

Our love is like an alloy of metals
So strong our hearts can't be folded
beating brightly crimson
Hold on

[QUOTE=DFelon204409]Why do you defy?
This isn't your forum
This is mine to control
I'll have you balls stickied on the wall.

Iron
Weed
Munches
Testes[/QUOTE]


Owndeded. :)

people leave some d*mn words

fight
right
cat
dog

I love to fight
And I'm always right
You may think I'm a cat
But I'm actually a dog

big
anger
lust
red

The big fat cut before we can sell
The anger rises, swells
The blood-lust, nerves, leave me dead
The cloak falls over mine eyes, red

Why
Isn't
This
Stickied? (sticky)

Why is this thread dying?
Isn't it important anymore?
I like this thread
Could you please make it stickied?

Please
Please
Please
Please

please, i cant lose agian
i need this
please dosent sound like a word
any more
plesae
o god please
end this thread

guidance
painting
improbity
sharper

He stands alone in need of guidance
Painting a picture of all that he knew
Scathed by the improbity of his deeds
Sharper than any blade, deeper than any hole

Acceptance
Why
Stupid
Pointless

Outside the circle of acceptance
Why bother trying to explain again?
It's not your fault they're stupid
A pointless fact may drive you insane

Axel
Train
Refugee
Input

stowed away on the axel
of the train wreck we call life
a refugee from the endless war
a friendly input from the knife...?

i dunno, its a little darker than something i'd usually write but...

wall
screen
time
sick

I stare the white blank wall
projector, projecting a screen of absurdity
constantly wishing for less time
finally deciding to fake sick


angel
goof
party
yankee

Quickly, calling all angels
The is a goof among us. <----gooof? wtf?
Quickly, come to the party.
**** the yankee that gave me these ****ty 4 words.

Apathy
Retreat
Uncertian
Defeat.

Can you even see through your apathy veil?
Wasted efforts, broken retreats
The moment you start to act uncertain
You admit to your defeat

Age
Year
Guitar
Fear

at age twelve
and in the seven years since
my guitar has gone to hell
and took the fear out of it

split
dichtomy
truss
stem

bump

new words might help:

stanger
cold
war hawk
granite

I stand alone, but I'm not the only stranger
I hold my cold hand, bundled up in the strands of your hair
A dominating war hawk sends a fork between the eyes
Of the granite beast which moves to dare
And it takes you by surprise

Facist
Goldrush
Dreadful
Heroine

You think I'm the facist?
You drag all you can down to your goldrush of depression
Allow them a glimpse of "dreadful" life
Just go fu[COLOR=Black]ck[/COLOR]ing kill yourself with heroin and leave me alone

Spoken
Spots
Away
Never

It was supposed to be "heroine", as in a female hero, but whatever.

When the last fat man has spoken
And you're seeing spots infront of your eyes
You can send away for a hefty parcel
Letters gone, never to recieve replies

Panic
Pocket
Flash
Drive

Whoops, my bad.

Don't panic, relax, fall back
You're in the pocket of god
But in a flash your euphoric lies are dead
Now your ride is gone you gotta drive


You
Glue
Fire
Liar

immortal light delivers you
in rays that bind and stick like glue
your eyes consumed in cobalt fire
like hordes of gibbering laughing liars

boring
machine
disturbs
sleep

You forgot to post new words so I'll just post some.

Case
Rope
Glass
It

empty violin case
knotted rope
splintered glass
it seems like home

blue
slide
scale
bleach

Come on baby blue
Can't you slide just a little further
Down your scale of perfection
It all looks as artificial as bleach

Light
Wheel
Phone
Broke

As I wake a pale, dry light sinks in
revelation, the wheel unto man
telephone, revealing one God
Broken records, broken glass, fuzzy filter - opium en masse.

fail
alone
skull
quaint