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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 21, 2017 20:42:14 GMT -5
It's about time we got another one of these. I really wanted to hit 12, but we almost didn't make it. What has it been? Four months since 11.0?
Anyway, I've got some dead silence, and I may be able to block out noise enough to do some writing.
For the new kids, you can post anything from a single word to a few sentences to get a poem. If you don't have any topics to request in particular, it will be based on screen names.
I'm a tad out of practice, but I need to write more.
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Post by mickle on Aug 21, 2017 20:43:29 GMT -5
well since im listening to a song about birds, maybe a poem about birds?
here's some lyrics if ya wanna be specific:
Birds falling down the rooftops Out of the sky like raindrops
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 20:46:59 GMT -5
why not
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 20:47:23 GMT -5
write somethin edgy about me
I'm in that depressed mood today so sign me up for depressing poems about myself
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 21, 2017 21:03:58 GMT -5
well since im listening to a song about birds, maybe a poem about birds? here's some lyrics if ya wanna be specific: Birds falling down the rooftops Out of the sky like raindrops Two small and quiet souls, Birds as black as ash and coals, Would fly away on winter wings, Migrate towards different things. The sister raven's heart was claimed, Cruelly was her body maimed. The brother crow found friends far at sea, But bad news returned to he. The raven flew North in search of new life, Her captor hadn't wanted a wife. The crow vowed to end her curse, Read her letter; studied each verse. Alas, the ship lost their mighty sparrow, Cracked the bones and drank the marrow. The vulture picked her teeth and sighed, The crow thanked his friends for the ride. With ruffled feathers but stubborn as ever, He knew he had a bond to sever. A beak stained crimson whispered in his ear, A promise which he needed to hear. He could not save his sister alone, And at last he sought out a crone. The owl witch would gift him so, Save the raven but kill the crow.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 21, 2017 21:08:58 GMT -5
The current tugs my hands to the stream, And in the water I see scarlet gleam. Dip my hands, icy cold, This trinket must be centuries old. The stone is red and glitters in my palm, Filling me with eerie calm. The shape is smooth with a round edge, Between two halves a tiny wedge. A heart the colour of river clay, Sparkling in the light of day.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 21, 2017 21:15:18 GMT -5
write somethin edgy about me I'm in that depressed mood today so sign me up for depressing poems about myself Futile hands grasp at nothing but air, Why the hell does nobody care? I'm drowning on land and can't breathe in, Life's kicking me down and I'll never win. I'm sinking now and can't get to my feet, I'm just a useless sack of meat. But out of the stone beneath my back, This lovely girl slips through a crack. She takes my hand and whispers her love; On angel wings we fly above.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 21:17:13 GMT -5
write somethin edgy about me I'm in that depressed mood today so sign me up for depressing poems about myself Futile hands grasp at nothing but air, Why the hell does nobody care? I'm drowning on land and can't breathe in, Life's kicking me down and I'll never win. I'm sinking now and can't get to my feet, I'm just a useless sack of meat. But out of the stone beneath my back, This lovely girl slips through a crack. She takes my hand and whispers her love; On angel wings we fly above. wow, this is really good!
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 21, 2017 23:36:59 GMT -5
if you want to, please sadly i have no topics sorry about that The hands on the clock move at a crawl, So slowly, they don't seem to move at all. The great bells ring the early hour, A cry echoes throughout the tower. The woman falls and hits the floor, The chimes shake her to her core. Her maids shout her name from down the hall, But alas, the deaf can't hear them call.
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Post by Sησω on Aug 22, 2017 13:51:43 GMT -5
I really like these! Can you do one based on my display name?
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 22, 2017 14:16:06 GMT -5
I really like these! Can you do one based on my display name? Thanks, it's always nice to hear that. The crash of thunder fills the night, The flash of lightning blinding white. The cliff beat down by the hungry seas, The wind bends the mighty trees. Rain runs down the paneled glass, Muddying the grey green grass. I sit inside and read from my books, Sparing the night longing looks.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 23, 2017 13:44:02 GMT -5
Still taking more posts.
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Aug 23, 2017 13:57:55 GMT -5
"what is there to say other than a twisted lie?"
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 23, 2017 14:23:40 GMT -5
"what is there to say other than a twisted lie?" She tells me she'll love me for the rest of her life, Out of everyone in the world, She wants to be my wife. She clings to my arm with that sad, sorry smile, She says she loves my wits, My cunning, my guile. "Marry me," she begs. "I'll always be loyal." By her side I'm a king, I've always wanted to be royal. I haven't used her, I'm not cruel, But this woman is too hopeful, I could never love a fool. I don't want to give up my trusting friend, But the trust is broken, And her faith has started to bend. I give her a ring to sate her whining, I've all the legal documents, God, soon I'll be signing. "Do you love me?" comes the cry. My voice catches in my throat, Do I tell her that lie?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 14:37:25 GMT -5
could you write a poem centered around this quote I made up?
"Twisting everything I say and do, if this is love what else can I do?"
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 23, 2017 14:50:09 GMT -5
could you write a poem centered around this quote I made up? "Twisting everything I say and do, if this is love what else can I do?" Struck me as similar to the above, so it's a part two. I'd always been afraid that he wasn't as he seemed, But when he gave me a ring, It was just as I dreamed. But now my love ignores me, He doesn't listen when I talk, Is this what this romance is destined to be? "Do you love me?" I asked one day, And he stared at me in horror, Much to my dismay. "Why do you doubt me?" was his reply, And I almost wished he'd said no, Because that's a truth I would buy. "Don't twist my words," I snapped right back, But he took offense, Like it was an attack. "I never would, darling," he says, shaking his head, And I can't believe I love him, How is this the man I wed?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 14:52:21 GMT -5
could you write a poem centered around this quote I made up? "Twisting everything I say and do, if this is love what else can I do?" Struck me as similar to the above, so it's a part two. I'd always been afraid that he wasn't as he seemed, But when he gave me a ring, It was just as I dreamed. But now my love ignores me, He doesn't listen when I talk, Is this what this romance is destined to be? "Do you love me?" I asked one day, And he stared at me in horror, Much to my dismay. "Why do you doubt me?" was his reply, And I almost wished he'd said no, Because that's a truth I would buy. "Don't twist my words," I snapped right back, But he took offense, Like it was an attack. "I never would, darling," he says, shaking his head, And I can't believe I love him, How is this the man I wed? nice
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