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hop

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Mar 29, 2012, 3:47:56 PM3/29/12
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On Mar 14, 8:
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> >>> -C
> >> no i am not that connie. i have been busy and periodically disappear for
> >> months or years. lonely but busy.
>
> Hm.
> > You robably did not stay long enough to offer enough for it to feel it
> offered enough to you...;-)
>
>  >>
>
>

its hard to find time to write more poems. i have an audience and want
to serve it but struggle to sit down. often i am somewhere when words
come into my head but lack any sort of writing instrument or keyboard.

hop

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Apr 2, 2012, 9:42:06 PM4/2/12
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my creative muse has not been very helpful lately, but here is 1 more
effort

how many have you known the pain of loss and grief? the emptiness of a
vacuum, where one finds no relief? every day i see every cheering
happy fool for such i'm pathetic, merely a broken tool sleep eludes me
hard, it doesnt even try its absence makes me want to perish, even cry
my pants reek of feces, urine and other things laundry is no concern
when my depression sings

i hope u like it

harry

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Apr 5, 2012, 6:45:10 AM4/5/12
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what kind of of loser writes poems like this ?
telling the whole world that his own life is amiss...

if it had the guts to take its own advice,
it would run to its kitchen and fall on a knife...

but wait... there is no backbone in a jellyfish,
only babbling on and on encouraging someone else's death wish...

its poems give no good advice at all,
being full of bitterness, deceit and gall...




Ishtar

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Apr 8, 2012, 7:49:57 PM4/8/12
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On Apr 5, 6:45 am, harry <n...@nowhere.com> wrote:
> On Mon, 2 Apr 2012 18:42:06 -0700 (PDT), hop
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Shut the fuck up, harry dick

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Apr 8, 2012, 8:12:16 PM4/8/12
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you talk to harry dicks ,
you talk to harry dicks ,
na nu na nu na na

hop

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Apr 11, 2012, 7:40:38 PM4/11/12
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here are 2 more, thank you for your appreciation:

some days you realize that life has lost its worth

that every day was wasted ever since your birth

there is not enough fame, fortune or even luck

to disprove the truth that our existences suck

you lie weeping on the ground, your heart clenched like a fist,

youd like to shoot yourself, turn your head into red mist.


poem no. 2:


if only i could leave this world i never liked,

one where all my hopes, my dreams were cruelly spiked

for me there was no love, only scorn and dread,

only hate-filled foes who coldly wished me dead.

i grew into a role i never wanted, one i never sought:

that of a loser at all trades, a 4th-rate drip of snot.

now at the very end, i can only look back and weep,

swallow 50 seconals and wait for eternal sleep.

hop

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May 19, 2012, 3:23:46 PM5/19/12
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my gratitude to those who, unlike harry, understand pain
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connie rahim

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Mar 10, 2023, 6:57:30 AM3/10/23
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x-no-archive: yes

sorry i posted accidentally
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