04-05-2006, 12:47 AM | #1341 |
Just a passing through veteran
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Some say love
is a game to play whenever you're bored on a listless day. Others say love is a fleeting glance into what your life is like if you grab at chance. Even more say love is a scientific elation, then compare it to their wonderful formulas and equation. Why is love so hard to define? It is a human emotion yet there is no rhyme. No pattern, no data, no hard evidence to discover. Why do we chose who we chose as our lover? For all those searching to find what makes love true, I'll tell you something; it's my personal view. Love is love.
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I have a signature. It's a really cool one, too. It's so awesome, you'd pull your eyes out and punch your mother. Sadly, these rules state that my signature is just too darned big. Too much awesome for such a small space. Oh well. You can still punch your mother...if you want... Fifth and Krylo made me do it. http://www.animecubed.com/billy/user...sigs/60266.jpg Be the Ultimate Ninja! Play Billy Vs. SNAKEMAN today! |
04-05-2006, 01:16 AM | #1342 |
Oh hi! :D
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Not the weight of someone old
Nor the wings of innocent bliss Thus mountanious stories told Would render this play, hit and miss Another flight of the crows Sweeping troubles across the sky With hoarse caws And loose jaws That trouble the mind with why? Pushed around the river bend Eddied upon the crystal slight Cracked slightly this rivvet end And sparkled with the morning light Sought the tune of Moondance And sang with golden paint So brish brush soft The hidden loft And tarried with other's restraint |
04-06-2006, 11:13 PM | #1343 |
for all seasons
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Positronic captains act
with tough-actin' Tinactin which engenders the repulsion of a tenuous attraction!
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05-10-2006, 10:20 AM | #1344 |
Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
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I didn't know
so many things beneath the bows of ancient trees I sat, I stared and deeply breathed the scent of ages lost the grip I lost was not my own but tenuous as all of man held hand in hand the fate of everyone |
05-17-2006, 07:25 AM | #1345 |
The revolution will be memed!
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Hand to hand
Face to face Can you smell the fear, the rage (Returning back to the original idea of 5-minute poetry.)
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05-22-2006, 08:03 PM | #1346 |
Funcraft II: "Let's all get along!"
Join Date: Oct 2004
Location: I erased my exact whereabouts from googleEarth
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stained glass crackles,
settles, comes to a rest somewhere in the dusk and so it begins our twilight of logic shrouding the quiet street in muffled plaster, numbers accumulate: thus the reaper sows
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Due to several pending lawsuits, Blizzard's long anticipated next installment in the famed Starcraft series, Starcraft II, has been renamed "Funcraft II". In addition, according to a Blizzard spokesman, the game will no longer focus on interstellar battle but will instead be centered around the idea of nonviolent conflict resolution, with the game's ultimate goal being to bring about interstellar harmony. |
06-07-2006, 10:01 PM | #1347 |
Soldier of Burland
Join Date: Feb 2004
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Wee
First, I just discovered this recently and had to say, "Whoa! Cool!"
Anywoot... Tempting little thing If only I may Ignore That silly hershey
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06-12-2006, 07:27 PM | #1348 |
The Simon of sprite comics
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We're Not The Same
By me Why do you expect me to be like you? I can't do all of the things you do. Look in my eyes, and see I'm not perfect. You try to change me but is it worth it? I don't think you quite understand, this world isn't controlled by the sway of your hand. Listen to me, I am my own man. I don't care if I can't do what you can. I feel all the hatred rushing through my veins, look at me, we're not the same. I can't think of anything else right now but probably more later. |
06-12-2006, 08:15 PM | #1349 |
Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Canadia
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I wrote a poem.
Morning-After Dance Get out of my bed hold my head Get my toothbrush Feel like I'm dead Had to much to drink Puking in the sink hold my hair back My eyes are pink Never drink again Yelled at big ben I don't live in England stayed up til ten I got drunk Acted like a punk wrote graffiti sleeping in my own funk Disinifected my bed Washed off my head Washed my toothbrush No longer dead. |
06-14-2006, 11:29 AM | #1350 |
Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
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more like 27 minute poetry, but feck it
After This After this a sullen rain the fortunate wihout refrain still laboring wih guilty breaths still surfacing beneath the depths and after this forgotten now a moment drawn too long to which I don't belong yet windy still the sky remains so softly gilt in silken chains and after this I'm broken in oh crowded room just to begin the lights of night they answer right when asked their worth they don't reply and after this no love will do a static groom to stand beside and flagrant hearts shall learn to hide the simple fact that something died |
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