 |
|
Jan 01, 2007, 07:25 AM // 07:25
|
#101 | |
|
Wilds Pathfinder
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: Los Angeles
Guild: Pink Pearl
Profession: Mo/Me
|
Quote:
|
|
|
|
|
Jan 17, 2007, 11:42 PM // 23:42
|
#102 |
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: With Vanatiel by the Lion's Arch Lighthouse, waiting for the storm with which we are accoustomed
Guild: Children of the Order [CoO] -True Heroes Fight to Keep the Balance-
|
Really REALLY long poem that took me about an hour total over the last two days to write. Yes, I'm in an extremely bad "I miss you" rut. My longest yet?..
Remember? Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"? Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette? Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"? Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations? Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you? Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia? Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow? Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you? Does life overwhelm you? Too much homework? Does life overwhelm you? Are you fighting with her? Does life overwhelm you? Got private school blues? Does life overwhelm you? The ocean calling you? Does life overwhelm you? Losing your sibling so young? Does life overwhelm you? Going to hard and fast-paced? Does life overwhelm you? Do you need an escape? Does life overwhelm you, like it overwhelms me? Would you forgive me? If I told you I missed you? Would you forgive me? If I was too far away? Would you forgive me? If I said that I cared? Would you forgive me? If I left you there? Would you forgive me? If I said too much? Would you forgive me? If I went to far? Would you forgive me? If I told you I loved you? Would you forgive me, if I forgave you? Would you miss me? If I was gone for a second? Would you miss me? If I was gone for a day? Would you miss me? If I left you a week? Would you miss me? If I didn't see you for a month? Would you miss me? If our summer went too fast? Would you miss me? If you had that two-hour limit? Would you miss me? If she started talking about us? Would you miss me, like I'd miss you? Would you laugh at me? If I fell for you? Would you laugh at me? If I told a bad joke? Would you laugh at me? If I had a blonde moment? Would you laugh at me? If my socks didn't match? Would you laugh at me? If I spilled water on myself? Would you laugh at me? If, when dyed red, my hair came out pink? Would you laugh at me? If I tripped over myself? Would you laugh at me, like I'd laugh at you? Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"? Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette? Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"? Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations? Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you? Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia? Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow? Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you? Would you cry for me? If you missed me too much? Would you cry for me? If you heard that old song? Would you cry for me? If you reread our story? Would you cry for me? If my dreams shattered? Would you cry for me? If my dad went to war? Would you cry for me? If I lost my brother? Would you cry for me? If you lost me? Would you cry for me, if I cried for you? Would you rush home? If your mom needed you? Would you rush home? If you left your homework? Would you rush home? If you had a date? Would you rush home? If she was to call? Would you rush home? If it was set afire? Would you rush home? If you could save just one soul? Would you rush home? If it would make all the difference? Would you rush home, if I waited there? Would your smile be brighter? If she said she loved you? Would your smile be brighter? If you got your wish? Would your smile be brighter? If at least one joke was funny? Would your smile be brighter? If your favorite team won? Would your smile be brighter? If you watched the sunset? Would your smile be brighter? If you gazed at the moon? Would your smile be brighter? If the lightning came in? Would your smile be brighter, if you thought of me? Would you comfort me? If I had a migrane? Would you comfort me? If I was too scared? Would you comfort me? If I sprained my ankle? Would you comfort me? If I was post-op recovery? Would you comfort me? If my grandfather died? Would you comfort me? If I just needed held? Would you comfort me? If I cried for no reason? Would you comfort me, if I comforted you? Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"? Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette? Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"? Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations? Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you? Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia? Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow? Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you? Would you fall with me? If you had other things to do? Would you fall with me? If it would be a wild ride? Would you fall with me? If you thought it would be fun? Would you fall with me? To make sure I was safe? Would you fall with me? If it could kill you? Would you fall with me? If she told you not to? Would you fall with me? If I asked you to? Would you fall with me, if you had the choice? Can you see me? The pain on my face? Can you see me? The tears in my eyes? Can you see me? The stains on my cheeks? Can you see me? My hands clasped and pleading? Can you see me? My skirt ripped and torn? Can you see me? My hair all disheveled? Can you see me? Looking like I don't care? Can you see me, like I can see you? Can you hear me? When the waves beat the sand? Can you hear me? When the lightning rips the sky? Can you hear me? When the lone raven calls? Can you hear me? When the wolves sadly sing? Can you hear me? When the summer breeze blows? Can you hear me? When the fire softly crackles? Can you hear me? When all is silent? Can you hear me, like I can hear you? Can you feel me? When the moon's risen high? Can you feel me? When you smell peaches and mint? Can you feel me? When the stars shine their brightest? Can you feel me? When the sky cries its rain? Can you feel me? When you see the grey-green in her eyes? Can you feel me? When times are hard? Can you feel me? When you can't sleep? Can you feel me, like I can feel you? Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"? Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette? Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"? Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations? Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you? Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia? Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow? Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you? Me or her? If somehow she was better? Me or her? If one loved you more? Me or her? If one moved too far away? Me or her? If both invited you? Me or her? If both claimed your child? Me or her? If you could save only one? Me or her? If one you had to kill? Me or her, Adam, me or her? Black or white? Which would you prefer? Black or white? Which is good? Which evil? Black or white? Which should daylight be? Black or white? Which would you rather the lillies? Black or white? Which color beaches are best? Black or white? Which one seems colder? Black or white? Which would you rather the snow? Black or white, Adam, black or white? Summer or winter? A red or blue sunset? Summer or winter? Which do you prefer? Summer or winter? Which is more beautiful? Summer or winter? Which one seems longer? Summer or winter? Which one is darker? Summer or winter? Which is more forgiving? Summer or winter? Which one seems colder? Summer or winter, Adam, summer or winter? Classes or freedom? On which would you grade yourself Classes or freedom? In which would you rather learn? Classes or freedom? In which would you act worse? Classes or freedom? Which would keep her off your mind? Classes or freedom? Where would you be a lover? A fighter? Classes or freedom? In which would you think more? Classes or freedom? Out of which could you sneak? Classes or freedom, Adam, classes or freedom? Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"? Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette? Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"? Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations? Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you? Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia? Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow? Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you? ...Like I remember you?... [EDIT: Added what else has been written so far] Last edited by Storm Crow; Jan 29, 2007 at 11:05 PM // 23:05.. |
|
|
|
|
Jan 29, 2007, 12:02 AM // 00:02
|
#103 |
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: With Vanatiel by the Lion's Arch Lighthouse, waiting for the storm with which we are accoustomed
Guild: Children of the Order [CoO] -True Heroes Fight to Keep the Balance-
|
WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST FOR A SPECIAL REPORT FROM THE GIRL EVERYONE LOVES TO HATE:
Quick question: is this thread being completely ignored by the Fiction's populace? What happened to the fans of this place? Why is it dead here? Does anyone care for this section any more? Where have all the old-school guys gone? Why am I freaking out about something I have no control over? NOW BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED THREAD. |
|
|
|
|
Feb 12, 2007, 07:56 PM // 19:56
|
#104 |
|
Wilds Pathfinder
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: Denmark
Guild: Rule Thirty Four [prOn]
Profession: Mo/
|
You're exeptional.
|
|
|
|
|
Feb 12, 2007, 10:03 PM // 22:03
|
#105 |
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: Garden City, Idaho
Guild: The Order of Relumination (TOoR)
Profession: R/
|
My contribution...
The Search
It is a wonder we can meet at all In those spaces in between, With dark fading out of light, And mist covering up the scene. Yet there we are reaching out, Finding familiarity in the abyss Glimpsing shadows of our selves And finding a moment's bliss. All the searching, striving force Sent outward and ever on, Goading us to seek a truth Of a brighter world beyond. -REH, 2/12/2007 |
|
|
|
|
Feb 13, 2007, 03:02 AM // 03:02
|
#106 |
|
Academy Page
Join Date: Jun 2006
Guild: Passionate Kiss Of The Tiger [KISS]
Profession: W/
|
I was creating a poem in my head one day and this is what I thought of:
The Pre-Searing Fighters We are the future fighters who uphold the city We are the ones who kill the charr who are not so pretty We venture off to the small amount of quests We are the ones who have a dance party in ascalon with no pants We never find an elite skill It's hard for us to find something rare to sell Sometimes we find a rare dye Sometimes we shout stupid things like "WHO HAS THE RYE?" We are the future So your pretty much doomed. BACK TO REALITY: I know I can't really ryhme close enough and i liked my last line. 
|
|
|
|
|
Feb 13, 2007, 08:57 AM // 08:57
|
#107 |
|
Pre-Searing Cadet
Join Date: Feb 2007
Guild: Guild Only For City Ninja
Profession: A/Mo
|
This isn't mine, but rather by one of my favorite rappers, almost makes me cry!
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Immortal Technique Lyrics Dance With The Devil Lyrics [Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern, was making a million Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen He used to f*ck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder He started hanging out selling bags in the projects Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects He was fascinated by material objects But he understood money never bought respect He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real You see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I don't project my insurecurity's at other people He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potetial The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences You propably only did a month for minor offences Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggaz treating him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love They told him any motherf*cking coward can sell drugs Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherf*cker up in a club But only a real thug can stab someone till they die Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded And they wanted to test him, before business started Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted So now he had a choice between going back to his life Or making money with made men, up in the cife His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment Untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home And so they quietly got out the car and followed her Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw So Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screaming shut the f*ck up and stop moving around The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently And then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos One of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew He thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head [Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep] I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder Cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate His corruption had succesfully changed his fate And he remembered how his mom used to come home late Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go Infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never Because the dance with the devil might last you forever Last edited by RobbyTheSheef; Feb 13, 2007 at 08:59 AM // 08:59.. |
|
|
|
|
Feb 14, 2007, 04:46 AM // 04:46
|
#108 | |
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: With Vanatiel by the Lion's Arch Lighthouse, waiting for the storm with which we are accoustomed
Guild: Children of the Order [CoO] -True Heroes Fight to Keep the Balance-
|
Quote:
 Here's something that came out of boredom and one free period. It's not my best, but I wouldn't quite call it my worst, either. Meh. It kinda completely changes in the middle. You can definately tell who I started thinking about when I got to that point. Written Spoken words, they never last, They're all forgotten, lost too fast, Hardly remembered, just a second in time, Exactly the moment the ending bell chimes. As you walk away, please, don't turn around, Focus your gaze, just look at the ground, The sand, the waves, the sun setting low, Recall this verse, and how the rhymes go, Remember the written, not the spoken, the lies, Remember the written, the "how"s, "who"s, and "why"s, Remember me, Adam? My dear Akamu? Please, write me something, and make me remember you... |
|
|
|
|
|
Feb 18, 2007, 07:47 AM // 07:47
|
#109 |
|
Lion's Arch Merchant
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Paradise =)
Profession: N/Me
|
Damn Lyn,
I felt so much emotions when I read through your poem. Smiling one second, sad the next, wondering....so on so forth. Lyn, even though we don't talk for long periods of time, I'm always with you. Your soul brother is always there with you. Sadness, happiness, doesn't matter. I'm always there for you, soul sister.
|
|
|
|
|
Feb 18, 2007, 08:06 AM // 08:06
|
#110 |
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: With Vanatiel by the Lion's Arch Lighthouse, waiting for the storm with which we are accoustomed
Guild: Children of the Order [CoO] -True Heroes Fight to Keep the Balance-
|
I know, I know. I love you, too. And, just so you know, I would like answers to all of those questions! ^^
PS, I'll be on AIM too, if you'd like to chat for a bit.
|
|
|
|
|
Feb 20, 2007, 10:25 PM // 22:25
|
#111 | |
|
Frost Gate Guardian
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Castle 2_5_2 SwissLand
Guild: BHC
Profession: W/N
|
Quote:
Hey, excellent poem. I and my English 9 class went over poetry not to long ago (a week ago,mabye 8 days  ) and you poem is excellent..
|
|
|
|
|
|
Feb 20, 2007, 11:07 PM // 23:07
|
#112 |
|
Lion's Arch Merchant
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: A pinapple under the Jade Sea
Profession: R/Mo
|
There once was a boy from Peru
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe! He barfed up his lace NASA shot him into space He only wished his space ship was blue.... |
|
|
|
|
Feb 20, 2007, 11:29 PM // 23:29
|
#113 | |
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: With Vanatiel by the Lion's Arch Lighthouse, waiting for the storm with which we are accoustomed
Guild: Children of the Order [CoO] -True Heroes Fight to Keep the Balance-
|
Quote:
Just so everyone knows, I am no longer taking criticism from anyone, (be it negative or what some people call "positive") unless I know said criticizer and respect his or her opinion and/or work. This is because I get too many worthless comments from people trying to tell me that either I am what I am not, or to "improve" in some way that I find redundant or offensive. Thank you for your understanding in this matter. |
|
|
|
|
|
Feb 22, 2007, 01:58 PM // 13:58
|
#114 | ||
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: Garden City, Idaho
Guild: The Order of Relumination (TOoR)
Profession: R/
|
Quote:
You might want to stop...publicizing your works, if you don't want to receive any commentary, eh? Or, poetry.com... Quote:
“To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.”-Elbert Green Hubbard |
||
|
|
|
|
Feb 24, 2007, 05:08 AM // 05:08
|
#115 | |||||
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: With Vanatiel by the Lion's Arch Lighthouse, waiting for the storm with which we are accoustomed
Guild: Children of the Order [CoO] -True Heroes Fight to Keep the Balance-
|
I never once said that I didn't want to receive comments on my works. Comments I will accept, it is the worthless attempts at criticism and abolishment of my work that I will not tolerate. Some say that I do not take criticism well, and, they're right, I don't. This is because I've heard and seen enough of what types are good and which pointless to know the difference, and most here would be the latter. Take this for example:
Quote:
Then he goes on to tell me to flat out rewrite one of my works. THAT is what sent me over the pissed off ledge. I am making this clear now to everyone that I do not care what you think about anything I write. I will never change my work because someone asks me to or outright demands it. My work is my own, and I am not your personal typewriter to order around. Get used to it. He also apparently failed to notice the word "chant" in the title of that particular poem. This was acquired from www.m-w.com: Main Entry: 2chant Function: noun 1 : SONG 1 2 a : PLAINSONG b : a rhythmic monotonous utterance or song c : a composition for chanting I beleive that pretty much sums up that it isn't supposed to be an actual poem that you would set a rhythm to, but rather repeat over and over agian until everyone who heard it became brainwashed. However, on the other hand, here is something that another person posted a few pages back: Quote:
And then there are comments like these: Quote:
Quote:
Quote:
Now, I have stated here what I find disrespectful and what I believe is acceptable. I would appreciate it if everyone would try to ask themselves now what I will take kindly and what I will rip your head off for when you decide to make any kind of criticism to my work. I am a person of short attention span, and even shorter anger fuse. Remember that if nothing else. Thank you. |
|||||
|
|
|
|
Feb 26, 2007, 11:12 PM // 23:12
|
#116 |
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: With Vanatiel by the Lion's Arch Lighthouse, waiting for the storm with which we are accoustomed
Guild: Children of the Order [CoO] -True Heroes Fight to Keep the Balance-
|
My newest, just whipped up out of nowhere...
Clock And the clock struck ten, and blood-filled was the fen, And the clock struck twelve, and bone-filled was the delve, And the clock struck two, and acid was the dew, And the clock struck four, and cows died on the moor, And the clock struck six, and freeze did the tropics, And the clock struck eight, and wide became the strait, And the clock struck ten, and it started again... Kind of morbid and random, but interesting nonetheless |
|
|
|
|
Mar 08, 2007, 01:23 AM // 01:23
|
#117 |
|
Lion's Arch Merchant
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: A pinapple under the Jade Sea
Profession: R/Mo
|
Friends Are friends really worth it? Always kind, always respectful of you. Are friends really worth it? We all run into bumps, and you would have never have felt the pain if you never had the friend. Are friends really worth it? Life ends anyways, why make friends? You'll more likely fight them on the front lines than stay friends forever. Are friends really worth it? Is the pain of stopping more than the joy of starting? Are friends really worth it? They stand by you for much, they stand by you for as long as you know them, they're loyalty outgoes the ones you buy. Are friends really worth it? Only one of life's questions... Life What is life? Love, Hate, Friends, Enemys What is life? Relief, Jealousy, Peace, War What is life? Worship, Seclusiveness, Embarresment, Pride What is life? Everything, nothing, Atoms, Universes What is life? Time, Death, Questions, Answers What is life? This...is the greatest question... Not to good I guess...But ehh...I'm only 12. |
|
|
|
|
Mar 08, 2007, 11:58 PM // 23:58
|
#118 |
|
Lion's Arch Merchant
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: A pinapple under the Jade Sea
Profession: R/Mo
|
 The Game Now that I have allowed you to beat me...
Could we play another game? Maybe I could win this time? Now that I have allowed you to beat me... Will you take the bet to hell? Maybe you can collect it some other time? Now that I have allowed you to beat me... Could you go easier from now on? Could we play for free from now on? Now that I have allowed you to beat me... Must we play for eternity? We have already played beyond the humans. Now that I have allowed you to beat me... Will you use hell as the new realm of "happyness?" Will you banish heaven to the ends of time? Now that I have allowed you to beat me, Satan... Will there be hope of peace? Will there be hope of fairness? Will there be hope of..........my existance? |
|
|
|
|
Mar 10, 2007, 06:55 PM // 18:55
|
#119 |
|
Desert Nomad
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: With Vanatiel by the Lion's Arch Lighthouse, waiting for the storm with which we are accoustomed
Guild: Children of the Order [CoO] -True Heroes Fight to Keep the Balance-
|
Here's someting I came up with in lunch yesterday. It's very politically incorrect, and actually supposed to be a song. Sing to the melody of "On Top of Old Smoky":
On Top of Austrailia On top of Australia All covered with dirt I boxed a kangaroo And it really hurt Koalas are cuddly But not very nice Platypuses lay eggs But they don't have lice The Russians like vodka For some weird reason They killed their own leaders And now we have treason They wear funny hats And do a kick dance And when in the sixties They wore bellbottom pants The British are strange But their accents are cool And if you are stupid They'll call you a fool They like Earl Grey tea They drink it a lot When they cook their dinner They use rusty pots The Irish like drinking It's real neat they think They believe in leprechauns That aren't very pink They like potatoes Both boiled and mashed And when they ran out Their economy crashed The Chinese like school They are really smart And if you don't go You'll have a brain fart One thing about them It is quite taboo Though you might not believe it They eat Japanese food Now if you are French Then you like to eat snails And get scratch-and-sniff catalogues Just tons in the mail Their language is weird And complicated And in World War Two They were barricaded Now here in America We are the best And on our large borders It's immigrate-fest We like to steal gas From the Middle East And at five o'clock On pizza we feast! I love being policially incorrect
|
|
|
|
|
Mar 15, 2007, 07:37 PM // 19:37
|
#120 |
|
Pre-Searing Cadet
Join Date: Mar 2007
|
When between two fates a deep ocean lies
And yearning takes a toll on hearts alike Then strength to believe that the sun will rise Is hard to find when doubts do the mind strike Voices rise up, moaning softly, as one Only voices have no tie to the pain Their words have no meaning when all is done Only two can decide, they are the main While their fates seem destined to be apart Somehow they believe in what could be theirs And with that little spark, right in their heart They wait for the time when they get their shares So long love is strong, and hearts do believe So will lovers meet and their love receive (Ehm... Yes, I have fridge magnets too. The Shakespearian Poetry Collection... Sonnets rule. Mine probably doesn't. I'll blame it all on the Bard anyway.)
|
|
|
|
 |
|
«
Previous Thread
|
Next Thread
»
| Thread Tools | |
| Display Modes | |
Linear Mode
|
|
Similar Threads
|
||||
| Thread | Thread Starter | Forum | Replies | Last Post |
| some more poetry | megalomaniac_mutant | Nolani Academy of Arts | 0 | Dec 29, 2005 10:11 AM // 10:11 |
| Poetry | ownage of teh elite | Nolani Academy of Arts | 3 | Dec 28, 2005 11:57 PM // 23:57 |
| A bit of poetry. | Claire Wolf | Nolani Academy of Arts | 8 | Dec 27, 2005 12:11 PM // 12:11 |
| a bit of poetry for you | jonnybegood | Nolani Academy of Arts | 0 | Nov 05, 2005 05:28 AM // 05:28 |
| Auh | Off-Topic & the Absurd | 11 | Apr 27, 2005 02:49 AM // 02:49 | |
All times are GMT. The time now is 09:27 AM // 09:27.
jQuery(document).ready(checkAds()); function checkAds(){if (document.getElementById('adsense')!=undefined){document.write("_gaq.push(['_trackEvent', 'Adblock', 'Unblocked', 'false',,true]);");}else{document.write("