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Post by MissUnderstood on Oct 18, 2004 21:21:19 GMT -5
karmatic flows of lingering impulse amber skies feed our indulges moving closer to our last hour aged lust dies before us singing sorrow through tomorrows tears using the blood of your inner fears to capture all your thoughts at rest restore into your vacant chest all the nothings you have left
Next Word: meretricious
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Oct 19, 2004 11:20:31 GMT -5
Moonlight cast shadow Elussive as mischieious mice Rather quiet, at the middle Everything seems to have stopped Thundering heart wraped in silence Roads straying off into the horizon I watch as my body is left coldly behind Casualy sliding toward the abyss I feel all the burdens lift Oppresion of living, shaken off Unbound, unchained Sought out oblivion, and seized the reigns...
NEXT WORD (catharsis)
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Post by fury on Oct 24, 2004 15:21:50 GMT -5
Caught in a moment of suspense All hell's angels cheer in morbid victory That even one more soul become bound within Heartache and misery claimed beautiful Arousing the stagefright of whores Raged partners dissastisfyied Such independent thought outlawed Integrity gone down the drain.. Souls lost...wandering towards numbness
(once again, a poem that i hate. oh well...better than nothing!!)
next word: tantalizing
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Post by littleskinny on Oct 25, 2004 13:14:22 GMT -5
Tan footprints marking my beige carpet, leading away from the tub. I follow the trail, thinking of negligee wrapped round torso and legs. I think I'm panting. Zealot, I stand in the hallway, invite awaited, nasal hairs full of the smell of fresh girl.
next word "complication"
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Post by fury on Oct 25, 2004 13:51:53 GMT -5
Concrete memories Oppress a sullen victory Morbid glory filling the emptiness Plaguing the eternities that surround Lilac petals turned black Iodine posioning Calico kitties hiss with the pain All dues unpaid to oblivion Titans rebell in his name I alone cannot face all these demons Omnipotence rendered useless in this Nightmare we call life.
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Post by fury on Oct 25, 2004 13:53:15 GMT -5
oops!! next word is....SENSATIONS
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Post by Yossarian on Oct 25, 2004 13:58:12 GMT -5
Sudden and distubing thoughts Enter my head Never to leave, Saying "We will torment you Always, forever To the day that you die." I shut my eyes and try to block them Out, but the more I stop New ones arrive Shutting out the light.
NEXT WORD: Nightmare
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Post by littleskinny on Oct 27, 2004 13:31:51 GMT -5
Nugatory effort is the worker's destiny In this production line of failure. Ghouls, the emptied vassals of youth, float High and mighty, with their weapons of Tongue and glance, Making us slave behind the furnaces, clutching our Aching spines for those who have none. Retirement something left over for the very End of days.
(next word: America)
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Oct 27, 2004 19:42:32 GMT -5
A fleeting dream never grasped More will come to find the same Even from nations who hold them in great disgust Rivers will flood their mighty paths Inlets will rise and take their sons Cause God never is and never was America the beautiful mess left for all to clean
(next word: Devious)
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Post by lesser animal on Oct 28, 2004 18:59:04 GMT -5
For days I have not slept The maddening cadence my heart beats is one of doleful deliberation Yet still I wish it to cease or return to its everyday pattern A dull railroad spike slowly sinks deeper into the gray matter of my frontal lobe, retarding me further with every sunken inch Each of my extremities tingle, needling numbness blotting out nerve transmissions and salvaging unsavory memories A persistent overall weariness entombs the remains of this emaciated body wit h symptoms not unlike anemia Should such sensations be commonplace? And what has made evasive rest so devious?
next - mutilation
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Post by fury on Oct 30, 2004 21:20:02 GMT -5
My senses have failed me Udying love has found its death Tortures forbidden arise in my soul Illusions of dreaming flood my mind Lingering until sleepless Attention strayed from petty things To my unexpected murder Internally decript and wounded I stand Only your empty words surround Nothing echoes, anymore...
next word: misery
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Post by Aish on Nov 1, 2004 13:04:52 GMT -5
Misogynistic marks are battle scars Isenglass distortions for little girls Sable tongues and arid carresses Equate to nothing in the veins... Render tender muses Yellowed and exhausted.
Nest word: empyrean
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Post by MissUnderstood on Nov 7, 2004 22:10:46 GMT -5
Emptiness closing in on hours Moving closer to my last breath Portions of bliss shattered amonst Yesterdays breath Resurrecting my spirit inside Eager to please all the taunted evil Arrousing my heights of fatality at will Never shall i perish the the depths of heaven.:.
Next Word: Whispers
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Nov 11, 2004 11:05:07 GMT -5
What has happened to Her, no longer smiling I wonder if she's tied to tightly She wimpers through the gag Perhaps she needs it deeper Everything makes sense Recognize the power of her Submission...
(voluptuous)
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Post by angelofsuicide on Nov 11, 2004 12:32:21 GMT -5
Voluptuous
Voluntarily, inflicting pain upon myself Ongoing pleasure released from, this life of hell Livening to die, dieing to live Under a cold broken sky, with nothing left to give Painfully, mourning the death of my soul Torn to shreds nothing left but this f*cking hole, Useless, this razorblade takes all the pain away On cold flesh, reflections of deaths love so pale Slivers of torn flesh dance in the warm shadows in which they fell
Next word vagabond
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