03-21-2005, 11:08 AM | #961 |
Trash Goblin
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forsaken, broken,
bleeding on my shoes my own blood leaks out and stains the ground with clues. never before have I such a wound recieved as on that day you ripped out my heart. i run away, tears streaming down my face i did everything for you. I broke the rules of my faith, I mastered the sword as your demand, I lay aside you quietly. you turned me out you sent me off, now leave me to silence. the silence is too loud. ((just read Rai Rai's china doll... I feel sad now.)) |
03-21-2005, 03:19 PM | #962 |
Check mate.
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Aw, no need to feel sad. *Hands you an invisible tissue*
I'm up for a challenge, if someone wants to give me a topic to write about. Be gentle.
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03-21-2005, 05:09 PM | #963 |
Cyberpunk Detective
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I will challenge you, Rai!
Write a sickeningly sweet bubblegum love poem. From a girl to a boy. Only the girl is a nearsighted bunny with comically oversized glasses. And the boy is a pineapple. Have at thee!
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03-21-2005, 05:45 PM | #964 |
Fighter angel!
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This is a little something I wrote earlier.
My knuckles are white, my skin is pale And on the whole I look like I've been through hell Can't sit still, can't get my mind straight And it's impossible for me to concentrate And that's from people, with me they toy They torture me and make me paranoid They hurt me all day long, won't let me live They're parasites beneath my skin They make me feel worse than sin And make it hell for me to live I'm tortured and I'm haunted And I want to scream into the void All these reasons and more make me paranoid
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03-21-2005, 09:18 PM | #965 |
Trash Goblin
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Rai, your poems are beautiful.
therefore, I challenge you to this poem: please write a Love poem TO shiney, talking entirely about his ears. do not stray anywhere else: only his ears can be your focus point. We did this game a while ago with my friends just to see if we could. someone wrote a poem on my crazy eye. if i find it, i will post it. |
03-21-2005, 11:53 PM | #966 |
Ex-Calvinballer
Join Date: Oct 2004
Location: The state of Denial
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Today I was with a friend who has a band named "Blinded By Society", and he said they needed a new song. Sing to the tune of "I Fought the Law" by Green Day.
"I F*** Your Mom I smoked too much weed with, my bong I f*** your mom when, you're gone I f*** your mom when, you're gone I masturbated with, my cock! I f*** your mom when, you're gone I f*** your mom when, you're gone I needed sex so, f***ing bad! I guess my patience was gone But your mom was the only one around! I f*** your mom when, you're gone I f*** your mom when................... I'm squirting too f***ing, much cum! I f*** your mom when, you're gone I f*** your mom when, you're gone I think this condom, just broke I f*** your mom when, you're gone I f*** your mom when, you're gone Now I've got a baby and, no fun I guess I'm my friend's dad No more sitting on my fat ass! I f*** your mom when, you're gone I f*** your mom when..................... ................................. I f*** your mom when, you're gone (x7) I f*** your mom when...........(baby cries)(Shit.................)
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GO CALVINBALL! Last edited by StabbityMage; 03-21-2005 at 11:56 PM. |
03-22-2005, 02:02 AM | #967 |
Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
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random words I threw together for fun
on a joint
venture a slight apprehension towards what might be determined to be a little off the mark Tuesday was the answer to a question no one cared for or had any belief in the outcome a detriment to its owner a misbegotten boner and something oh so stupid, in the end why did you leave the muffins? what did you think you'd gain nothing by a puffin and an older gentleman muster all the people whos restricted vocabulary leads to awkward sentences and over weight canaries |
03-22-2005, 02:29 PM | #968 |
Check mate.
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Blue upon Blue
The shades of the sea and the sky, Meld together, An endless infusion of blue upon blue, Another heart breaks on the edge, Of forever, Another dream of a distant, lonely you.
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03-22-2005, 09:22 PM | #969 |
Zettai Hero
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I'm new here, but i've already posted a fan-fic , and as It happens I'm currently entering a Poetry contest at my school. I figure I'll just post one and see how it turns out. I love free form, cause I can't rhyme worth crap.
Silence is golden. Please say no more than what you mean to say. I hear you loud and clear despite what you think. Perhaps I'm not the one who's deaf? I do turn a deaf ear to your words of anger and fear, Your insults, false accusations, and overreactions. I've often wondered if you've ever cut your lip on that forked tongue of yours. So please be quiet. I'm trying to enjoy the silence of my room, That nose you make fun of is trying to be in a book, Those "Four-Eyes" are trying to read a webcomic, The "claws" of my nails are trying to type my thoughts, And the long curls of hair you despise so much are joining my head upon my pillow. I'm trying my hardest to keep out of the way of your happiness, But it's hard when you're disturbing mine. So I sincerely ask that you be respectful, and please be quiet. Silence is golden.
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03-23-2005, 12:31 AM | #970 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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Fearing fates of feral creatures,
Avoiding more criminal features, You dash into the darkness deep to find the place where shadows creep. Corruption exudes from within, Lets them know, in light so dim, Wherein you lie, now you must fly Or else today will be the day you die. Flee, flee! Run for your life, Just one jump ahead of the knife that is swiftly cutting through the air Aiming for your neck without a care. Can you survive this night unscathed? Or in your blood, will the ground be bathed? (EDIT: I just noticed, this is the 1000th post in this thread! Hooray for poetry!)
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