2004-01-25, 15:15 | Link #42 | |
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Meph, that was actually pretty good. *scrolls up to begin reading Raiden's mile-long post* |
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2004-01-25, 16:10 | Link #45 |
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Wrapped in a blanket while typing these words.
Fingers are icy and time seems all blurred. What should he type? What meaning is there to utter these words in a forum that's here. The TV is on and is playing loads of crap. Maybe I should take a bloody long and serious nap. Let me just end this poem of ultimate nonsense while I just wain for my brain to get un-dense. Greetings to all who actually read up to here. Just added some nonsense, oo bloody dear! PS. Disregard this post. |
2004-01-25, 16:27 | Link #46 | |
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I liked it, anyway... Afterall, aren't some of the more famous poems kinda...I dunno...hard to understand? You do the math...er...or...something. |
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2004-01-25, 16:36 | Link #47 |
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Red hooded Sweatshirt
I just love my sweeeeeaaat shirt Remember the time i needed a nap, I used u as a pillow, On that spanish lady's lap I like to rest my hands in my kangaroo pouch, It makes me feel all warm and fluffy Like a big soft couch, Remember the time, when the weather was no good, I said bye bye rain, As a pulled up my hood I just love my sweeeeeaaat shirt |
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2004-01-25, 18:02 | Link #51 |
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I just loved my dirty sweeeeeaaat shirt!
I remember my old lovely sweeeeeaaat shirt, because all the time it was covered in dirt! Didn't matter hom much it was washed and maybe I should have burnt it to dust! Some times I used my sweeeeeaaat shirt as a rug, when, on the floor, was an ugly dead bug. This is the story of my long lost sweeeeeaaat shirt that was always covered in a great deal of dirt. I just loved my dirty sweeeeeaaat shirt! |
2004-01-25, 18:41 | Link #54 |
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Wow! This thread sure is a lot more popular that that OTHER post your poem thread!
*considers getting his old book o' limericks* |
2004-01-25, 18:48 | Link #55 | |
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2004-01-25, 19:10 | Link #56 | |
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I remember it was a bore reading it made me sore My poem skills are evil to the core. ^_^;; |
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2004-01-25, 19:28 | Link #57 | |
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Do ya? DO YA?! |
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2004-01-25, 19:48 | Link #58 | |
In The Navy
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My poem skills are as black as my soul My soul is as black as coal I wonder is it my soul? Or is it just another lump of coal. Evil is my path The only path I hath I walk it alone As evil akes in my bone My heart as stone. I say to ye Leave me be And dont interrupt As my poems corrupt In this world Evil is what we breath Evil is what we eat Evil is bound to our meat The Earth becomes evil beneath our feet The Earth dies from our actions The Earth cannot survive The Earth will fall from a knife in our hands The Earth holds us in its grip The Earth's grip is about to slip The Earth's slip will be our death The Earth's slip will be of good The Earth's rebirth will come and our evil will be undone |
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2004-01-25, 23:31 | Link #59 |
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here's a sonnet i made:
A soul empty, deep, and dark, searches for a place to rest. Forsaken, forgotten, a castaway, the soul is cursed, not blest. Without hope, all life fades, blocked from light of better days. Try hard, we do, to no gain, pushing back our final breath. The light causes people pain, but relief from suffering is death. Darkness falls across your life, it is coming so heed your call. Death comes over in the cover of night, without one last stand, you fall. :RavenChild
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