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Ode to Logic Some say there are worse things in life than to have it all end, But there are finer things as well, but for some your mind must bend. We say things must be explained and be shown on pen and paper, Sadly some have taken lady art, and they have cruelly raped her. Some see the need to take the time to analyze all the parts, To that I say “analyze this” you’ll never take my art. Woe and behold I say! The power of the abstract mind, I have the power to create, you have only what you find.
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11-18-2004, 11:20 PM | #482 |
The Straightest Shota
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Icy: Don't be a fucking ass. Seriously. If you don't like the poetry just say so, you don't have to make a whole poem about how much it sucks.
Demon: Also don't be an ass, even if he's being an ass first. Same goes for you Druid. ...I find that being a mod is kind of like babysitting a bunch of two year olds. Is it so much to ask that you all act maturely and NOT insult each other like this? Next insult poem earns a probation.
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11-19-2004, 03:35 AM | #483 |
Derrrrrrrrrrrrrp.
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icy...shut the fuck up.
I've had it with trying to not go over the top when people act like shitbags. You can go to hell and take your goddamn attitude with you. Little mister argument. I'm so tired of seeing your name all over the place, and so often when trouble is involved. So for the next week I highly doubt I will be seeing your name anywhere at all. FOR REFERENCE TO ALL CONCERNING POETRY: poetry is made for the poet. It is expression of feeling. It is not rhymed words or lack thereof, it is not desperate emotion or lack thereof, it is not structure or lack thereof. It is not any one single thing. Poetry is what the poet wants it to be. Poetry is poetry. It can't be defined in any single way any more than you can describe love. So quit trying to fucking compartmentalize things.
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11-19-2004, 04:35 PM | #484 |
Sent to the cornfield
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Lost as if in a dream
I seek the shadow Of one who has swirled away... Abandoning friends, Abandoning humanity. What awaits us all Is the path to emptiness. Knowing my heart The flowers weep, And the wild birds cry. |
11-19-2004, 04:50 PM | #485 |
Check mate.
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As if in a dream
life floats just out of our reach I dare to take it.
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I AM FURIOUS
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11-19-2004, 05:02 PM | #486 |
Oh hi! :D
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"Yuudou"
He returned some time ago Relieved, finally free Then I met him, a new friend He brought along A bright presence Never darkened his time with us Though, seeming to some He was insensitive Just trying to be a funny guy I know though, it wasn't true That he does indeed Care about things, and about others And now, once again He has to leave, He will be missed by all... Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 12-16-2004 at 06:26 PM. |
11-19-2004, 08:02 PM | #487 |
tastes like burning
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another pile of brain vomit, this time as a song:
Remember When Remember when we would lay on the floor and wonder what life had in store. Remember when I didn't have to hide the feelings I kept inside? Do you remember? Chorus: But now we've reached the end and crossed the line from lover to friend. But I'll still remember I'll still remember when... we cried with eachother on the beach with happiness just within our reach. Remember when the night you kissed away my tears and with your love banished all my fears. Chorus: But now we've reached the end and I've crossed the line from a lover to a friend. But I'll still remember.. I still remember when...
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Between Christopher Marlow and William Shakespeare: Will: I wrote you another sonnet. Chris: No! How many times have I told you: No more sonnets! How many is that anyway? Will: About a hundred |
11-19-2004, 11:37 PM | #488 |
Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
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white outlines amidst a backdrop
so black and ill defined such flowing motion, never stops it really blows my mind! this is a tribute to Dona Maria's Avatar, as I have previously stated (multiple times I think) everytime I see it it steals away at least three minutes from my life back and forth... its mesmerizing! |
11-20-2004, 07:45 AM | #489 |
The revolution will be memed!
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I need it
The day starts as any other A "normal" friday, just another day I wake up, I have work to get to But really, why bother? I don't want to live like I do I want to experience life I want to be able to live Live life fully and have things to go on for To have a destination to get to and stay there not too long To have no ultimate goal To have someone in my life To have a meaning and to be always on the move so I don't really have to belong I want to travel and be my self I guess you could say But I mean not anything that simple I want more, and I know I can achieve it I do not want to do it in an allready planned way I will achieve it With or without your help No matter which way But I will try forever If everything could only rhyme... I live not for tomorrow And not for today I live for a life time I try to make everything rhyme Cause that way everything will be in harmony Nothing to make us hate eachother Just to leave ateas(?) Everyone together, in peace
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D is for Dirty Commie! Last edited by Osterbaum; 02-20-2005 at 03:40 PM. |
11-20-2004, 08:44 AM | #490 |
Sent to the cornfield
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Thank you.
Thank you for seven years of friendship For the long hours we spoke For keeping me company in the silent hours, Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for staying to talk to me. For being so animeishly friendly. For giving me something to look forward to, Thank you. But... Thank you. Thank you for introducing him to me. For giving me someone who likes what I like For letting me meet a new partner, Thank you. And now... Thank you. Thank you for breaking my heart For making me feel like worthless scum For making me hate myself, Fuck you. |
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