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Post by zarrexaij on Sept 16, 2006 15:40:18 GMT -5
And teases you when you get the answer wrong. And then everyone giggles... :* Kisseh face for Leviticus.
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Post by Leviticus on Sept 16, 2006 15:53:51 GMT -5
Right back at ya sweets!
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Post by mastab on Sept 17, 2006 14:13:05 GMT -5
Hot zar on lev sex scene here.....
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Post by zarrexaij on Sept 17, 2006 15:52:03 GMT -5
[insert clever retort here]
Uh. I blame Freud. No, I blame Nietzsche.
Oh, crap, I'm Bankt.
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Post by Justice on Sept 17, 2006 19:07:41 GMT -5
Okay, crappy poem for my writers workshop class, crappy and short
One man
One man, to cause all the pain and suffering of the world, the fear and the violence. Always trying to be caught, but is always masked Invunerable to age and he just keeps coming, hungrey for power - and greed. He could never be caught but he was always right in front of us! And after thousands of years, when the masked man finally succeeds, As the world comes crashing down, mankind unmasks him And they find under the mask- It was themselves. It was themselves....
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Post by Leviticus on Sept 18, 2006 16:44:14 GMT -5
Hehe, maybe we should have two separate poetry threads...
"The Crappy Poets Society"
and...
"Truly Inspiring Poetry"
;D
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Post by zarrexaij on Sept 18, 2006 20:40:39 GMT -5
What about the crappy Emo Goth Poetry(tm) Society?
I'd be the founder.
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Post by Justice on Sept 19, 2006 7:27:46 GMT -5
I can be the founder of the crappy poets soceity
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Post by Leviticus on Sept 20, 2006 16:32:30 GMT -5
I can be the founder of the crappy poets soceity If you do, I'll be the first to post this little diddy I wrote for my dad on his 1st birthday after his retirement... (It's not only crappy, it soo mushy too!) You are the rock in my life, Solid and firm, amonst all this strife. You lead by example, with love and dedication. There should be more fathers like you Spread out across this nation. The house that you've built, it's like a beacon of light, That shines with brilliance, on a dark and dreary night. When times seemed hopeless and my heart was in despair, I would look to that beacon, and you were always there. Your wisdom has guided me, through life's difficult maze. It shall be remembered to the end of my days. For this, I bestow upon you and say true... Happy birthday, my father, I'll always love you!
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Post by WitchBoy on Sept 21, 2006 15:42:30 GMT -5
If your hand was any more like a brand Palmprints would grace my head and hind and fortune tellers; reading the lines Might say our fates were intertwined
Brown-red inferno gaze ravages my heart And sin-laden breath hot against my hair And the inferno rages through the air My willpower smoldering in cinders
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Post by Mumble on Oct 4, 2006 4:15:35 GMT -5
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Post by Leviticus on Oct 5, 2006 20:42:02 GMT -5
I like the Disappointment better... I'm not afraid of curse words... but prefer sublety.
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Post by Justice on Oct 7, 2006 15:47:00 GMT -5
Wrote a poem after throwing an emo fit with a Friend. Not how I feel on the subject it just sorta flowed. Did I mention it was a crappy emo poem?
Her Front Porch
I waited outside your front porch for hours Hoping to get for a minute But you never noticed To busy partying with someone else Even though you said Id be the one you'd dance with that night But I didn't care back then Maybe next time I picked you a garden of roses Hoping you'd give me a dandelion But you never noticed To busy frolicking Through the more beautiful gardens Even though you said It was the thought that counts But I didn't care back then Maybe next time I walked into this With eyes half closed Only seeing the good And letting the bad slip by But now that my eyes are open My legs are tied Unable to walk out But unable to walk farther Then your front porch I layed my heart down on a plate for you Hoping to be at least a snack But you never noticed To busy feasting off of others Even though you said That you liked us all equally I wanted this so bad But now with my eyes open I just want to get out Why even bother When I cant walk in further Then your front porch?
See, Stealthie can write crappy emo poems to you know!
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Post by Leviticus on Oct 7, 2006 18:18:47 GMT -5
Wat Way to go Stealthie! Is that one of an autobiographical nature? If so, I found that rhyme is a good way to relieve the stress of sadness too. edit for spelling
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Post by Justice on Oct 7, 2006 19:49:18 GMT -5
Ya, it is sorta. Not exactly how I feel but it was better this way
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Post by Zann on Oct 8, 2006 13:46:02 GMT -5
I'm the only guy people think has Emo tendancies who can't write those poems.
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Post by Justice on Oct 8, 2006 14:14:14 GMT -5
I know, I felt left out how I couldn't write any and now feel acomplished that I finally got a crappy emo poem
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Post by duckofdoom on Oct 9, 2006 6:41:52 GMT -5
@stealthblade: This is cetrainly a poem that sounds emo tional and decent - so, what's with all these "crappy" remarks then ? Untie the knot, or slice it with a blade [like Alexander] and get out into Teh Sun...
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Post by Justice on Oct 30, 2006 18:10:23 GMT -5
Oh Mil, crappy emo poems are always crappy, even if they're good And look, im writing more! Ill give you two of my newest... Bruised or battard? This simple attarction Has become a night-mare I cant stand the sight of you But youre eyes are the only one's I want to look through Youre the only voice I want to hear But sometimes I feel like cutting off my ears I gave you everything And you returned nothing I want to turn away But my legs keep walking foward Towards you Save me Forget you Hold me Get out of my face Never forget me Get out of my head! Love you you I like that one, and a shorter one I just started an hour ago... Lonliness Loves Company I tried to get your attention Looking at you through that mirror I waved and called out your name You looked at me for a secound And kept moving Uninterested I forgot it was a one way mirror Crappy emo poems ftw ^^ Was gona post one about suicide but....Ya
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Post by Zann on Oct 31, 2006 7:08:31 GMT -5
But sometimes I feel like cutting off my ears HOLY IT'S VAN GOGH!
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Post by Justice on Oct 31, 2006 11:57:18 GMT -5
.....<_<
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Post by duckofdoom on Nov 10, 2006 7:50:48 GMT -5
Stealthie, go ahead and post the damn thing. If it's half as good as "Bruised or battered" the you've got yourself another emolicious winner.
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Post by Justice on Nov 11, 2006 9:57:19 GMT -5
Okie then... The white light turned black He put the barrel to his temple It felt like he was breaking down the door He had been slamming on Waiting for someone to open But when no one did He had to find his own way in He heard a crack As he busted down the door And found relief waiting for him inside the white room With open arms Yey, now THATS an emo poem
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Post by duckofdoom on Nov 11, 2006 12:58:51 GMT -5
Hmmmm, open arms eh? That's a pure speculation, though. GJ, Stealthmon
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Post by Justice on Nov 21, 2006 8:22:08 GMT -5
Just put the finishing touches of another poem, thought id share it...
Lost in a pool of bleeding hearts and black roses
I’ve got nothing to lose For now I’ve lost myself In a pool of bleeding hearts And black roses They say its is supposed to set you free Love Its locked me in a cage With the key just out of reach And the guard laughing At my feeble attempts to save myself But I know I can’t escape from it I’m in it ‘till its over And death would be taking the easy way out
Thats one of my only poems where I use the title inside the poem
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