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Post by Chrysalis on Aug 18, 2004 16:48:08 GMT -5
ooooohhhhhh sun worship
Deemed inappropriate Escaping this known reality Seen as deviant Tyranny holds many forms... Inescapable destiny foretold, Not for me... Yesterday leaves me free seeking tomorrow
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Post by Chrysalis on Aug 18, 2004 16:50:11 GMT -5
next word....
intuition
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 25, 2004 15:16:54 GMT -5
In the middle of the road, I knew what No-one else knew. Froze, Tried to tear my soles from the tarmac as Understanding hit me. As well as the van. Inconvenient time for inspiration, The End. Tyremarks across my chest so deep that Intensive treatment failed. So now it's all Over bar the sobbing and rotting. And still No-one knows.
Next word: waterfall
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Post by fury on Sept 27, 2004 6:29:32 GMT -5
Wandering lovers - lost within the moonlight Ascend to mountaintop heights Talking with silence, philosophies unbuired Eternal seductions shared in a glance Ravenous for the taste of another Free falling into the depths of romance Awe-struck moon rays dance upon bare flesh Love lost souls discovered once again Lost in the moonlight's infamy
next word: obsolescence
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Oct 12, 2004 12:31:43 GMT -5
Only the infinite, lies Beyond our border... Space, the final frontier... Outlandish fantasies Lack luster, hollywood... Every time you flip on the tele... Stylish, uber fashion... Creating beauty, fit & healthy Exellent form, No ethics... Concern, for only how your seen Everlasting... not in your wildest dreams...
(chrysanthemum)
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Post by fury on Oct 12, 2004 17:53:25 GMT -5
Cold and alone under firey skies Her breath bleeds against the air Ravenous men come to her calling Years seem to pass within each moment She forsakes that which she loves Astonished at her desolate condition Theatrical mumblings stream though her thoughts Hidious realities revealed Evil morbid tortures unveiled in darkness Murderous sentiments fill her soul Undoing the corset shes filled with emotions Molesting her memories of lustful passions...
(i hate this ^, but oh well....)
next word: annihilation
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Post by littleskinny on Oct 16, 2004 7:45:56 GMT -5
likey that bit, Silver! ANNIHILATION April showers falling now, in mid- November. Out of season blooms burst on my cheeks. Nervous. Your gaze is winter, while I'm leaf's autumn tremble, humble, I can only fall and wilt. I am mulching now, please leave me at the bottom, attend some other pruning engagement. Ticking is insistent, I know that I've been fingered. Overpowered, guilty. Not a dry eye in the house.
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Post by MissUnderstood on Oct 16, 2004 11:22:26 GMT -5
i used the title from Little Skinny's write because there was not a word to do next, in case you guys are lost . actually i just realized it is not a title, it is a bit piece from silver streams piece. but anywho, i used it.
Torn apart from feeling Hearing sounds of my own screams Erasing my existance Across the open, pale sky Thrilling thoughts generous to angst Roaring winds capture my soul Isolating my self thought Capturing my will to live Abundantly and willfully Lingering across my fozen skin Movement, slow as ever Under sacred ambitionous hope Mundane hours pass my days Bring nothing but hate in my ways Lurking nights search for thee Ice smoothes over my eyes Never seeing the light of day Grazing moments of tattered minds Swimming in the air of distilled kinds
Next Word: Distraught
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Post by littleskinny on Oct 17, 2004 12:12:41 GMT -5
Sorry forgot to leave a word...just came back to do it but MissUnderstood beat me to it!!
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Post by Addrienne on Oct 17, 2004 14:26:00 GMT -5
Deadly whispers in the air Irritating me to no end Sickening thoughts Trickle through my mind Rampaging through my soul Anger I cannot escape Uncomfortable times Gagging on my own betrayal Having no one to go to Talking to myself
I hate the above attempt of a poem. It's confusing, and strange. Ah well.
Next word: Crystalization
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Post by Miss Understood on Oct 17, 2004 16:57:39 GMT -5
i hate your poem too. it f*cking sucks.
Cry the endless pain away resort to nothingness of my day yesterdays song is now dead starring death straight in the eye trampling over my drunken stance another day goes by lingering confusion across my skin idolizing all the secret bliss within zion lost inside my sacred penumbra trembling my fears all over your soul intensity thriving my inner secrets of the moment of life and death neglect my screaming tears, nobody really cares
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Post by Addrienne on Oct 17, 2004 16:59:30 GMT -5
Yes, it does, doesn't it? Erm... You didn't leave a word.
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Post by Miss Understood on Oct 17, 2004 17:58:34 GMT -5
then make one up
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Oct 18, 2004 14:46:45 GMT -5
"Can't believe I missed out on that little argument, sassy ass addrienne, calm cool missunderstood ;D thanks for the entertainment u-2 ;D"
NEXT WORD (kamasutra)
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Post by Addrienne on Oct 18, 2004 16:03:10 GMT -5
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