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Post by Omega on Mar 17, 2007 13:39:37 GMT 2
for this game the person starts a poem (no it does not have to rhyme) and they must think of an ending for it, the the person who finishes the person above them's poem starts a new one.
i will start:
[you]what makes a rose red[/you]
alone in the winter a rose stood high,
watching life and nature go by,
a bloodstain dropped on a single rose petal...
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Post by Rio on Mar 18, 2007 1:30:51 GMT 2
And guts pouring out onto the floor of metal
Attempt to call the ambulance but all that she gets...
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Post by Deathtanz Mantisk on Mar 18, 2007 19:18:24 GMT 2
Is the infinity of pain and misery,
swarming through her veins,
like a dried river in the wastelands,
dead fish crawling among the sands.
(OLOLOL IT HAD A RHYME!! And good grief is this emo.)
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Post by Rio on Mar 18, 2007 20:11:32 GMT 2
"This is why I don't watch the TV anymore"
Said Rio as he through his TV out the door
"Well time to watch the TV"
(I beg of you not to make me be saying that)
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Post by Gilgamesh on Mar 18, 2007 23:15:51 GMT 2
"I really really have to pee"
Peytral said while stinging a bee.
"I guess I should go find a bush."
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Post by Deathtanz Mantisk on Mar 26, 2007 14:12:15 GMT 2
OOC: Not emo enough there, but I'll go with it.
Yet in the bush lies the corpses of a thousand men,
the ones that dared defile the sting of the wasp,
stripped of their life, of their clothing, of their dignity,
slaughtered by the sentient wasps, the avengers.
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Post by Dualzero on Mar 29, 2007 14:45:24 GMT 2
I'll try my hand at this, despite I'm a bad poet.  Though avengers they are, they will meet their end from afar, as relatives of the fallen came for vengeance, the wasp continue to pray for repentence, but all is lost as their words remain unheard, due to the angry beating, from this ferocious herd. *I'm weird ;D |
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Post by raven on Apr 2, 2007 2:46:59 GMT 2
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