View Full Version : Create a poem, each person adds 1 line!
aboyd
07-05-2006, 08:50 PM
The hardest part will be deciding when it is done! :)
I'll contribute the first line. Here we go:
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake
Daniel
07-06-2006, 10:46 PM
Question: is this rhyming or freestyle?
aboyd
07-07-2006, 01:21 AM
You and the next 2 people will determine that, by what you post. :) You could turn it into a formal poem with a rhyme scheme, or you could take it in a different direction. Set the standard, see what happens. :)
-T
Daniel
07-08-2006, 02:15 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell
aboyd
07-13-2006, 11:46 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
Daniel
07-19-2006, 05:40 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
sanz aqua
08-21-2006, 01:51 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
cl0ud
08-27-2006, 03:39 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
Mercury
09-01-2006, 01:07 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell
Daniel
09-16-2006, 10:34 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
Felony
10-06-2006, 09:43 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
Nexus
10-06-2006, 11:05 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
It was as cold as Ice
shake the constant
10-06-2006, 11:10 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
Felony
10-07-2006, 11:53 AM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
Laimtoe
10-14-2006, 11:56 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers
Nexus
10-14-2006, 11:59 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers
As I began to turn sober
Laimtoe
10-15-2006, 10:25 AM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers
As I began to turn sober
I watched my family play red-rover
Felony
10-15-2006, 02:30 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers
As I began to turn sober
I watched my family play red-rover
Then I had a huge hang-over
Laimtoe
10-15-2006, 04:00 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers
As I began to turn sober
I watched my family play red-rover
Then I had a huge hang-over
I though they played like queers.
Felony
10-17-2006, 10:01 AM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue
It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers
As I began to turn sober
I watched my family play red-rover
Then I had a huge hang-over
I thought they played like queers
you should now you been doing it for years
Laimtoe
10-17-2006, 09:17 PM
Yeah I think this poem is done.
Especially when Felony is trying to pick a bone with me here.
Felony
10-19-2006, 10:00 AM
....ahh c'mon just playin around Laimtoe.....you have to admit it was [I]kinda[I] funny. Sorry for any hurt feelings feel free to bash me.... I'll start another one.
The sky is blue
Laimtoe
10-19-2006, 06:23 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Felony
10-19-2006, 08:57 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Laimtoe
10-22-2006, 12:07 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
KaitonLocke
10-23-2006, 04:55 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Nexus
10-23-2006, 05:36 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Felony
10-24-2006, 09:59 PM
wow neat rhythm anyways...
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
KaitonLocke
10-25-2006, 01:42 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
Felony
10-25-2006, 09:46 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
xxkozxx
10-26-2006, 10:39 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
KaitonLocke
10-26-2006, 05:00 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Laimtoe
10-26-2006, 09:17 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
Felony
10-26-2006, 09:22 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
Raven
10-30-2006, 05:20 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait.
Felony
10-30-2006, 08:56 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate
Raven
10-31-2006, 04:57 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
KaitonLocke
10-31-2006, 07:41 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Raven
11-01-2006, 02:40 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
Felony
11-01-2006, 10:45 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing
Raven
11-01-2006, 11:00 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Felony
11-01-2006, 08:22 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done
Raven
11-02-2006, 12:34 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
this self indugence
Felony
11-03-2006, 10:26 AM
Heh. funny man.
Felony
11-03-2006, 10:26 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
Raven
11-03-2006, 10:36 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
that feels like an end to me
could just be me tho
Raven
11-04-2006, 06:55 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
Xentrobis
12-11-2006, 10:57 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Raven
01-01-2007, 08:49 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Jack The Ripper
01-01-2007, 08:50 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Crazy Ivan
01-01-2007, 11:27 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
Jack The Ripper
01-01-2007, 11:34 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
Raven
01-01-2007, 11:45 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
ariella
01-17-2007, 10:54 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
Raven
01-18-2007, 05:41 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
ariella
01-18-2007, 06:00 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
Raven
01-18-2007, 06:02 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
ariella
01-19-2007, 03:00 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
Raven
01-22-2007, 11:01 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
JenniferEva
01-31-2007, 08:22 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
ItalianStallion
01-31-2007, 03:44 PM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
ariella
02-01-2007, 09:21 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.
JenniferEva
02-02-2007, 08:49 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.
Looking back on the day it all began
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.
Looking back on the day it all began
My comrades crying their revolution
Tyrant Cecelia
02-02-2007, 11:38 AM
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.
Looking back on the day it all began
My comrades crying their revolution
On the sands of time
The sky is blue
and shines with virtue
Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within
I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling
Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.
What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.
Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.
The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.
Looking back on the day it all began
My comrades crying their revolution
On the sands of time
I sowed in these fields my reputation.
(( Why don't we end the poem here? It's getting too long. ))
Crazy Ivan
02-04-2007, 11:04 AM
EDIT: Sorry, problems.
Crazy Ivan
02-04-2007, 11:05 AM
((Alright...)
A summer afternoon can kill.
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
( I get to add two lines cause' I'm special.)
Gannon
02-05-2007, 07:06 AM
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
Crazy Ivan
02-05-2007, 05:52 PM
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
For the spark of revolution lies within
((I am depressed at the discerning lack of people who caught that Les Mis reference...))
( I am depressed at the fact that I don't really know what you are talking about? Les Miserables? )
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
Crazy Ivan
02-06-2007, 03:35 PM
((Yes.))
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.
ItalianStallion
02-09-2007, 06:18 PM
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.
Tis the night I must be bold,
Wilderbeast
02-12-2007, 07:10 PM
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.
Tis the night I must be bold,
shakespearian words could never describe
ariella
02-12-2007, 11:54 PM
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.
Tis the night I must be bold,
shakespearian words could never describe
The insanities within ones own mind
Gannon
02-13-2007, 02:29 AM
A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.
Tis the night I must be bold,
shakespearian words could never describe
The insanities within ones own mind
For he would have just coined some casual epithet,
jolee
10-19-2007, 02:21 PM
The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.
Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.
This is no joke: this is true:
This is what i tell to you
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