I got hurt feelings

RECowgill

So many hurt feels, yet this thread keeps on going
But compliments that are said make a good showing
Will the OP ever manifest again?
What will she say at that point then?

There's no way of knowing but this much is sure
I endorse this forum thread like Troy McClure
Choose your words carefully people, lest the moderators approach
They'll squash you under their boot heels like a scurrying cockroach

There's no words to fully express how much fun this all is
Here we are all equal whether the words are from hers or from his
Got to go now, just contributing. Helping to keep this alive
Last thing I want is for this thread to nosedive

greetstrz

The art of disappearing completely,
is not one of my skills (not even discreetly).
There's a Radiohead song that pretends that you can,
but I never quite mastered Yorke's supposed plan.

So I will be back here, time and again.
Words can't go to waste, that is why we are men.
They're just floating around, written or spoken,
or just silently creeping in minds yet unbroken.
(my mission on earth is to crack these minds open)

But I do have some confessing to do.
I have little time to spend, cross my fingers it's true.
Somedays there is more, but today there is none.
Preparing lessons and cooking and then a long run.

Timshel_

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zI3_pnUU3k&feature=kp

I make a meal for my friends, try to make it delicious
Try to keep it nutritious, create wonderful dishes
Not one of them thinks about the way I feel
Nobody compliments the meal

I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
I feel like a prized ***hole, no one even mentions my casserole
I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
You could've said something nice about my profiteroles

Maybe your food sucked? Sorry.

RaspberryKeytoneBoondoggle

OP:


We will keep this thread going
I just know we will
This thread will will not end
Now go run up a hill.

WeepingAngel81

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zI3_pnUU3k&feature=kp

I make a meal for my friends, try to make it delicious
Try to keep it nutritious, create wonderful dishes
Not one of them thinks about the way I feel
Nobody compliments the meal

I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
I feel like a prized ***hole, no one even mentions my casserole
I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
You could've said something nice about my profiteroles

Maybe your food sucked? Sorry.

Such a shame,
that you don't seem to understand this game.

Leonidas_meets_Spartacus

leave his name alone
from such a shame,
tell him the game
and its not the same.
May be he will go for the fame.
and you would be a great dame.

RECowgill

I went away myself was feeling a bit sore
Not from hurt feels mind you rather the chore
of going to the gym day in and day out
OK I don't go that often but it sounded good so don't pout

Weeping Angel gets it she's part of the crew
Rhymin and mixmasterin like a chef with her stew
Others are chipping in becoming part of the brew
But really the joy of this thread is about you

Yes you, not them. Not cake and not wine
Not caviar and steak or going out to dine
It's about people who say things to each other in prose
So don't be a jerk and look down your nose

ScottH_200

I got hurt feelings for staying away
From a thread so filled with meaning
It keeps me from going astray
So with renewed vigor and purpose
I return to the fold
And vow to do what I can
To keep it from growing old
If you too are with me
Then join in the fight
An uphold this chit-chat
With all of your might

tomaspetro

I've got to say my brain feels broke
I've tried to write but only choke
the verse found on this dying post
will fade away like the ghost from "Ghost"

Where else to go for inspiration?
Why not here in the fitness nation?
There's plenty to read about calorie theory
but, tell the truth, it's a little dreary.

Come back OP from your teaching duties
from guiding those little resisting booties
have you left on the last running ferry?
returned are you, the child from Mayberry?

Hey look at that, I still can rhyme
but like others did, I'm pleading this time
exercise your poetic skills
write of all but weight loss pills.
Love or hate or vapid rant
it's all good just don't say can't

mank32

how on earth did i miss this incredible thread?
i'm seriously baffled; i'm scratching my head
though late to the party it's plain to see
plenty of talent arrived before me

greetstrz got it rolling; Derp took it and ran
if anyone can keep up, RECowgill can
tomaspetro, Wooly, and ScottH too
munkii and Jerry: you rock what you do

there's something bout poetry that makes me 'squee'
rhythmic rhymed words are like crack to me
though my sides may split, and my head might spin
i can't help myself: i've got to be IN

vvendy_darling

This thread is dead
All I can see is red

Marcel182

Red? Dead? But what do you mean?
There's plenty of action right here to be seen.
It's right there, inside of your own little head
The stuff dreams are made of when you lie in bed.

You just have to let your imagination run free
And though it may not be there for all to see
You can witness, or star in, the most exciting stories
Adventure or romance or war and its glories

From the depths of the ocean to the clouds in the sky
You can travel the worlds in the blink of an eye
It's all up to you, just imagine and see
And you won't have more use for that boring TV.

Close your eyes, try it, it's fun and it's free
You can brighten your life with things no one can see
Your own secret doorway to fantastical lands
So go on, imagine. The key's in your hand.

refuseresist

Here I am all dressed in snakeskin
Now I'm in your kitchen making love to your cake tin
Oh no is this the one you bake in?
I told you I was freaky did you think that I was faking?

At 8pm I sell my underpants on Ebay
At a half past 9 I hold a seance in your hallway
At 10o'clock I ask some ghosts for a threeway
Yes it's creepy
I told you I was freaky

mank32

come out, come out, poets, from whereever you are
and brighten this thread with your lyrical star
stand up and stand out for all to see
the whimsy and joy of your own poetry

do not hesitate, do not fear or be shy
for all stars may twinkle in this open sky:
metered and rhymed or unmetered and free
somber or giddy; lengthy or brief

in eras past verse was highly esteemed
these days, it seems, it needs to be redeemed
from an age and a culture unkind to the arts:
distractions wrack minds; ennui engulfs hearts

do not rob yourself! do not abdicate
the power, the privilege, the right to create
every man, every woman, every child on earth
is baptized by the fire of art at birth

come out, come out artists, from whereever you are
and brighten this thread with your creative star
stand up and stand out for all to see
your own art's power and majesty

...or just post dirty limericks. that's fine with me. :bigsmile:

tomaspetro

come out, come out, poets, from whereever you are
and brighten this thread with your lyrical star
stand up and stand out for all to see
the whimsy and joy of your own poetry

do not hesitate, do not fear or be shy
for all stars may twinkle in this open sky:
metered and rhymed or unmetered and free
somber or giddy; lengthy or brief

in eras past verse was highly esteemed
these days, it seems, it needs to be redeemed
from an age and a culture unkind to the arts:
distractions wrack minds; ennui engulfs hearts

do not rob yourself! do not abdicate
the power, the privilege, the right to create
every man, every woman, every child on earth
is baptized by the fire of art at birth

come out, come out artists, from whereever you are
and brighten this thread with your creative star
stand up and stand out for all to see
your own art's power and majesty

...or just post dirty limericks. that's fine with me. :bigsmile:

You're either a cat or a chicken
both visages make me quite smitten
I'm giving a shout
to the one I left out
looks like you don't do much sittin!

mank32

^^

eight hours a day my chair stays warm
and my fingers, in nimble qwerty swarm
i sit more than i care to--true
for running 'round's what i love to do

a treadmill changed my life as well
vaulting from fibromyalgia's hell
though ere i turned thirty i exercised not
with adipose anguish my life was ne'er fraught

i've been thin as a rail since ever i've been
several years past i undertook to begin
a lifestyle change that would shore up my health:
kicking chronic pain's *kitten* and putting meat on myself

most MFPeeps wish to make themselves smaller
i dream of muscles big enough to make the guise holler
so it's running and yoga until i am raw
(someday my thighs will be strong enough to break a man's jaw)

tomaspetro

^^

eight hours a day my chair stays warm
and my fingers, in nimble qwerty swarm
i sit more than i care to--true
for running 'round's what i love to do

a treadmill changed my life as well
vaulting from fibromyalgia's hell
though ere i turned thirty i exercised not
with adipose anguish my life was ne'er fraught

i've been thin as a rail since ever i've been
several years past i undertook to begin
a lifestyle change that would shore up my health:
kicking chronic pain's *kitten* and putting meat on myself

most MFPeeps wish to make themselves smaller
i dream of muscles big enough to make the guise holler
so it's running and yoga until i am raw
(someday my thighs will be strong enough to break a man's jaw)

I'm gladdened for your life's progression
your habits working without question
pain for most is tangled in fear
but your response deserves a cheer
my own pain just comes with years

Now lets explore this anger thine
aged through your life like like delicious wine
methinks Yoga was a creature just and fair
"use the force" he's say, on the ones who would err
but should a man approach your thighs
and end up screaming bloody cries
is this justice in your eyes?
Won't you hear an alibi?

Sorry there just being silly
thoughts of mine are willy nilly

RaspberryKeytoneBoondoggle

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zI3_pnUU3k&feature=kp

I make a meal for my friends, try to make it delicious
Try to keep it nutritious, create wonderful dishes
Not one of them thinks about the way I feel
Nobody compliments the meal

I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
I feel like a prized ***hole, no one even mentions my casserole
I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
You could've said something nice about my profiteroles

Maybe your food sucked? Sorry.

Such a shame,
that you don't seem to understand this game.

The greatest thing about this thread,
Is those who stop the rhyming dead,
It's silly, cute and fully fluffed,
It makes me laugh and feel dead chuffed:)

RECowgill

Mank is elevating this thread to new highs,
She lives up above us in the clouds and blue skies,
For myself I live far down below,
In the gutter of human refuse that doesn't like to show.

The underbelly of thought and things not to be seen,
If you have a dirty mind you know what I mean.
It's sordid and crass and totally rude,
What's he got in his pocketses is what you might ask this dude.

It might be a pool game, probably not for children,
It might send you running, looking for help and then,
Calling the perv police and saying no way!
But remember I'll be here stalking you each day.

For you can't stop this sex craved perv,
He doesn't know when to quit, he has too much nerve.
Does he realize or care what this does to another?
I don't know! I suggest you go ask your mother!

tomaspetro

I asked my mom and what she said
"don't think like that in your silly head"
"come on, come on get a little cheerier
don't fight the thought that woman's superior"

My oh my what does she mean?
I'll wash my thoughts, they'll come out clean!
failing that , I've got to sigh
after all I'm still a guy.