tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-68078179265630184352008-01-04T12:29:00.000-06:002008-01-04T14:23:16.357-06:002008-01-04T14:23:16.357-06:00OMG, hey guys, it's me, Sylar! I, like, have a couple of totally<br />awesome poems by a couple of hot men to share with you 'n junk! To<br />start off with, we have one by Peter! If we combined his femininity<br />with my sexiness, the world would have, like, the hottest boy band<br />member ever! If only we could get rid of his icky sadness! Sadness<br />is like, totally uncool!<br /><br /><blockquote><h2>Emo Angst</h2><i>by <a href="http://emopete.blogspot.com">Peter</a></i><br /><br />My heart is as dark<br />As the deepest depths of a baboon's anus<br />I see death all around me<br />Mostly caused by Sylar's gayness<br /><br />Saving the world, I've done it twice<br />I am FDR without the wheelchair<br />The impending doom was just plain nice<br />In comparison to losing my hair<br />The cut, the tragedy, caused such pain<br />Like a constipated loon, failing to poo in the rain<br />The tears flow, but for now, no more crying<br />Now to save my girlfriend, but is it just futile?<br />They all end up dying<br />Like a hooker in a hotel<br /><br />To top it all off, my brother is dead<br />Denial, like with someone who gets hemmroids<br />I want to hug him once more, I want to snuggle in bed<br />Petrelli man-love is the only way to fill my void<br />The pain, the loss, my sanity will teeter<br />Death. Destruction. Dysphagia. Such is Peter</blockquote><br /><br />Next, we have a poem from my best good friend, Mr. Glasses. Once I<br />had a totally crush on him, but I've moved on and now we're the<br />bestest of pals! And it seems he's totally workin' for his sexy<br />company again, the reason we met in the first place! That, 'n my<br />love of his daughter's brains! How, like, totally sentimental!<br />Well, let's see what sexiness he has in store for us!<br /><br /><blockquote><h2>Prophecy</h2><i>By <a href="http://hornrimmedglasses.blogspot.com">Mr. Glasses</a></i><br /><br />The painting was vile<br />It was wretched, indeed!<br />I spent a long while<br />Fighting prophecy<br /><br />I stopped Claire dating<br />I even killed Russians<br />But all of my fighting<br />Brought repercussions<br /><br />Mohinder shot me<br />In slo-mo, I died.<br />It made Bob happy,<br />But my Claire Bear cried.<br /><br />I once was blind<br />But now I see<br />Once was dead<br />But now I live<br />To Primatech Paper Company<br />My thanks I give</blockquote>Sylarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09837908664792644151noreply@blogger.com