11-27-2004, 04:51 AM | #531 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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Yeah, just so you know, Funka G, that was something I made up on the spot. It's probably happened somewhere in the world (sadly), but not in my life! Apology, please. :P
And, just for kicks, a limerick I shall do. ^^ There once was a guy with four swords, Who kept all of them under the boards. Then sadly one day, They took 'em away, "A federal offense? Good lord!"
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You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.
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11-27-2004, 04:54 AM | #532 |
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sorry.
now I'm going to do a limerick as well, even though I've never tried one. actually, I'm not sure how they work at all, give me a minute here. edit pending while research in progress according to what I've found limerick: five lines of poetry, in rhyme scheme aabba, typically anapestic in construction. often humorous or nonsensical anapest: two short followed by one long syllable, the opposite of a dactyl in the shade a man drew circles with worn out shoes his every motion so causing commotion only stopping to snooze I don't think I did it right, but it was fun anyways! and now for something completely different. why can't love be free? my must it always take from me so much that I don't want it so dangerous, I need it everyone is taken, or worthless or too good they're all out of reach, or not worth reaching for where's that one for me? the one whom I am for ah, who really cares, its just one man after all let me go on like this forever just avert your gaze and think of things distracting and amusing assholes I though it was funny. Last edited by Funka Genocide; 11-27-2004 at 06:23 AM. |
11-27-2004, 01:44 PM | #533 |
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More on the limerick... There is a very set rythm to it. Um... If "-"s are soft sounds and "^"s are hard sounds... then it goes like this...
-^--^--^ -^--^--^ -^--^ -^--^ -^--^--^ So like... composing a limerick on the spot here... ^--^--^ Once in a land far away, -^--^--^ A man was collecting his pay. -^--^ Expecting some cash, -^--^ Instead got a stash, -^--^--^ Of barley and honey and hay. As you can tell, in the first line I dropped the 'up beat', but the form isn't all that strict, I guess... Also, I've never been too good with limericks, I'm just not that funny. But I hope that helps some.
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11-27-2004, 07:56 PM | #534 |
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yep, thats definitely some good anapestic construction! (I don't know why I say these things sometimes.)
lets try another then. -^--^--^ often 'tis so that men agree -^--^--^ its smarter in morning to sleep -^--^ no way to ignore -^--^ or gods to implore -^--^--^ so please a silence try to keep I really tried onthat one, its pretty hard actually! |
11-28-2004, 06:46 AM | #535 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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"The little things"
The sand 'twixt your feet, As you walk down the beach, The wind blowing in your hair, Wandering without a care. The way she smiles, The tests and trials, The food on your plate, It was made to be great. All of life's little things, Tis wonder that they bring. Yet we always take for granted, The little things that we have planted. A lovely rose, smelling sweet, The mockingbird's friendly tweet, The warming sun, the cloudless sky, The little things that we pass by. A single slip, and we nearly lose it, Good things seatbelts are not loose fit. We come to love the little things, And all of the life they bring.
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11-28-2004, 06:58 AM | #536 |
I'm uncontainable
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Finally, something new from Techno.
A li'l song-poem thing called "Tell Me"... Enjoy! ^^ I can hear your laughter ringing out, filling my mind I'm alone in this world, ready to leave it all behind. I've lived with your hatred for half of my life, I just want to be left alone as I try to survive. I've tried everything to get an answer from you, So tell me, do you hate me? What did I do? (Chorus) Tell me, Why do you hate me? Tell me, Was it something I said? Tell me, Just don't underestimate me. Tell me, To you, am I dead? Everywhere I go, I'm hated, people try to tear me down, I don't care, after all this time, I've learned to shut out the sound. Your anger is like a cancer; it only kills you, It took me long enough, but I've realized this is true. (Chorus) Tell me Why do you hate me? Tell me Was it something I said? Tell me Just don't underestimate me Tell me To you, am I dead? I've been hated by you, Devastated by you, Worn down, torn apart, humiliated by you. And the person I've become, it's so plain and so true, The person you hate has been created by you. (Chorus) Tell me Why do you hate me? Tell me Was it something I said? Tell me Just don't underestimate me Tell me To you, am I dead? (Chorus repeats 5x)
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Roll, roll me away, Won't you roll me away tonight I too am lost, and I feel double-crossed And I'm sick of what's wrong and what's right. Bob Seger, Roll Me Away |
11-28-2004, 04:08 PM | #537 |
Check mate.
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The Scar.
There was a mark upon her cheek, Where many kisses had been laid, A simple cure she did seek, But nothing fell to her aid, A lonely kiss upon her skin, The symbol of loves retreat, Drawing forth all from within, Lust making her admit defeat, This little token resting there, Was from that man she'd never meet, Sent to her upon a gentle prayer, Upon a page, a little peek, A tiny gaze into his heart, The words he wrote at their peak, That image of a kiss, on his part, Closed her soul, she did not speak, For this was the scar on her soul, Causing her to become shy and meek, Though he had achieved his goal, He made her love him, made her weak.
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I AM FURIOUS
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11-28-2004, 07:55 PM | #538 |
Oh hi! :D
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Why do you keep this pretension going?
You're just toying, playing with me. I am not so easily fooled by what you say Why are you even talking to me? You swore you would hate me until the very end You will not even let me go, you will never bend And now you walk with me and now you talk with me Why are you still here? There is no possiblility Of you turning your views Of the way you see me Or can it be that you are...changing? And here's the one you requested Demon! Oh Bobby, dear Bobby You walk around the town Giving everyone your frown Why are always quite snobby? Oh Bobby, dear Bobby And you still never realize You have what others idealize And you complain about your jobby. And Bobby, dear Bobby Yet you whine to everyone No one's left when you're done You wonder why others think you so sobby Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 11-28-2004 at 08:38 PM. |
11-29-2004, 01:41 PM | #539 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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A short little poem. Untitled.
His efforts in vain, He grunts through the pain, He tries to shake off, His heart hurts, it's soft... His luck has been lacking, He hasn't been tracking Her movements elude him, Was it all an illusion? A week has now passed, He's trying to last So he can see her again, Put the hurt to an end.
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11-29-2004, 01:52 PM | #540 |
Oh hi! :D
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I tend the flowers of my being
Each one unique, each has a certain place My hand lingers on one blossom This one is special, this yellow rose The most beautiful of them all For in the language of flowers A yellow rose means love everlasting Then I find one hidden A hidden flower? Why is it hiding? I move it so it could drink in the sun For it is lovely, though not bloomed I wonder what it will become... I tend it well, and one day It bloomed, my heart skipped a beat This is...a red rose? 'No, I already have a rose, This one shouldn't be here.' My hand reached out to pluck it To end it's life, for this one A red rose, it's meaning is death The sign of the star-crossed My fingertips brush the petals And the life taking hand Instead caresses the flower For I cannot just pull it out Because I am afraid I sigh and care for it more Love, it seems is a cruel, cruel mistress.... |
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