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| 15 Mar 2013 10:21 PM |
We are going to use this thread to post poems.
We leave feedback on other's poems.
Everyone should post a poem. Any poem. Serious or fun, depressing or joyful.
It'll be neat. |
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NilPirate
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:23 PM |
Apparently we made threads at the same time. I'll copypasta mine over to here, so we only have one to use.
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:23 PM |
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
In Texas, this Chainsaw kills you.
No, seriously I have nothing.
I'll be reading though. |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:24 PM |
The sound of an opera sweeping choir, booming drum the violin is roaring and the flute accompanies a fullness of spirit, a purpose to life but here I am sitting down listening to processed electrons the eternal random shifting a silent, purposeless world below and life above.
Inspired by this symphony piece: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDtDvi8OUY8 VGM 5evr guise |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:25 PM |
Darkness overhead, Shielded by storms and clouded with deadends
I don't know what to do So I'm going straight in backwards or forwards I don't care which
Just show me the light Answer my warnings Give me the future For which I fight.
This is my badly written poem inspired by terminator ye.
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:27 PM |
-Ultra-
Love it, man. Love it.
-Nil-
Wow. That's pretty cool.
I like it.
-Prom-
I like yours too. You all are amazing poets <3
Here I go:
That wonderful numbness. Hearing nothing but your heartbeat In the carcass That hides your soul. The sound of silence Its a beautiful thing. The death can commence You hear the bell ring. The round is over The match is done, But you aren't the winner. You haven't won. |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:29 PM |
Those are wonderful.
I'm liking all of these. |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:31 PM |
| Prom is the name I know Leslie by. Sorry for confusion. |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:33 PM |
| Me and cookie go way back. <3 |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:34 PM |
moar~!
A long ways away, a town stands at the cross of a river and a road built of wood and stone sun comes and goes wheel spins and turns.
They say this town has a name but I don't remember from the mountain all towns look alike |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:35 PM |
| SPOILER: LeslieVernon is secretly MCAdo is secretly Ultracrash |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:38 PM |
Yeah me and prom. Like. bffs k.
Nil, you're a really amazing writer...
Another of mine:
Smile. I'm going to tell you a love story. No its not the normal kind, and for that I'm sorry. But its a deeper kind, the [stuff] that will never die. The kind that would make your psychiatrist sit back and sigh.
This story is between a girl and her razor, How after going to school dressed in her blazer, All the guys she wanted and still the one she would favor, Was the old blessed? Damned? Razor.
At home in the tub she'd lay Making stains that would forever stay Not on her clothes, but much deeper All her problems seeming steeper. Causing her to stain more Dripping down her arms, onto the floor.
Every day the date would begin She started to think of the lust as a kind of sin, The relationship where no one ever wins, Yet it was the one she would savor, The old blessed? Damned? Razor.
Yet the dates still happened, No one knew, Her secret was fatally gorgeous, Some wounds are too deep to sew.
The date went wrong, How? No one knew, All they heard was the song. The song of her life, that she wrote with the thing, They found out it was her only reason to sing.
The diary stated everything anyone needed know:
"Addicted: Self-Inflicted."
She died for her love, In his clutches, All in vain. Because of those things which are easily stained. |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:39 PM |
O_O
That was an amazing poem. Started off kinda wonky with the psychiatrist line, but went into "ohgodswhat" mode pretty fast. |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:40 PM |
Srsly you're like the empress of rhymes
Id like to write a poem in the vein of ultra's
Roses are red Violets are blue Jason is pissed and hes coming to get you |
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| 15 Mar 2013 10:48 PM |
Most of my poems are about cutting. And suicide.
Or burning, I like to burn myself also.
I have issues. :) |
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