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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 15, 2007 9:17:38 GMT -5
As far as i know you don't have to use them in any perticular order.
The pathogen... It flows through me...
It feels like sulfer beneath my skin, Burning, Searing hot pain...
I wish to chew my skin away, To dull this pain, If only for a moment....
Addiction strikes, And i can not seem to ingnore, The seductive call...
And then i fall once more....
(I feel like this some times)
Next Words:
Vengance Cruel Ecstasy
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 19, 2007 9:50:39 GMT -5
[yukky words...eep]
The sly tick-tock summons the weekend crusade of fraught trains and stiffening fatigue.
From where I sit and stultify I see cruel autumn bend and flex beyond the window and know that summer's had it's vengeance.
Aghast at time sped, spent in doldrums.
The ecstasy of waiting fled.
Boat Ginger Rattle
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 19, 2007 10:11:46 GMT -5
Yukky words? A silver sea, Angry and churning... A boat floating, On silver waves of hope, Only to find, The endless rattleing, Of a once sane mind... The ginger wood of the boat snaps, No hope left, Only bitterness and regret... (Not to fond of this one...) Next Words: Left Candlelight Entrapment
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 19, 2007 12:14:19 GMT -5
only yukky cos it took me ages to think of a way to use them!
and i actually like the way you made ginger PART of the boat. And the way you used rattling...so all good.
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 20, 2007 6:43:51 GMT -5
I'm afraid I've cheated somewhat and made "Entrapment" the title...
Entrapment
Was I the lure? Rabbit scented, twinkling on a hook a spinning, feathered decoy? As the angler, I was cubed and cornered, then.
Perhaps I was not bait, but baited set out to run then ankle tripped, held down and weighted strung out in a box by candlelight and left to season sweetly overnight.
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 20, 2007 19:16:54 GMT -5
Got 3 words Littleskinny?
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 23, 2007 14:02:39 GMT -5
ooh sorry
beast type reveal
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 23, 2007 20:07:49 GMT -5
Don't worry i've forgot before too.
The beast in me, Lies revealed...
Released from its cage, Ready to shred and rend...
It is of the Darkest type, Believe me, You wouldn't want to, Run into it at night...
With its left hand, It will take you, Break you, Only to remake you, And then take sick pleasure, In re-breaking you...
Sorry just my Darkness coming through...
Next Words: Savage Pale Iridescent
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eberkain
Crimson Soul
Limerick Beast
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Post by eberkain on Aug 25, 2007 5:40:14 GMT -5
Quick and rough, but the sentiment is there.
The New Time
I feel awake again, alive again, My heart beats, my passion, Aroused again...
Something stirs inside me, the Whirlwind, A pale beast? No, just me, Meek again...
A child, filled with ill-experience, Searching for a new love, something savage Something, anew, again...
I find nothing, an empty world, Shadows in shallow, iridescent shells of passion, I wonder if love can exist for me, again...
Next Torrent Torrid Torrential
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 25, 2007 8:59:58 GMT -5
A torrential down pour, Of thoughts, From a withered mind, And a broken heart...
A torrent of tears, Now all slivers, Dripping, Streaking, And misplaced....
A torrid passion, Now grown cold, Scars now imbeded in my soul...
Just flowed out...
Next Words: Passion Self-Sabotage Impulsive
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Aug 29, 2007 21:34:45 GMT -5
The scarred page is a fungus, condoning the growth of passion. -A garden on my vomit. The page scarred, from crossing out parts despised.
This self sabotage is playing russian roulette with the pace it takes me to run the train tracks cut my bare heels an arm in mid air, screaming for the death of a society with my can spraying til no breath is left. My vendetta is no impulsive gimmick
rafters dance floor dust motes
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 30, 2007 10:49:03 GMT -5
As i walk out, On to an empty, Dance floor, The rafters above, Creaking, Speaking, In strange tongues...
I feel as if, I have forgot, Something very important...
The dust motes, Of dormant dreams, Swirl around my feet, Echoing step by step, My dancing motion, As if to comfort me...
Left alone to dance, Until dawn... When the sun, Will chase me away, From this place, Of endless forgetfulness.
( A little weird but it reminds me of something...)
Next Words:
Dishonored Ebbing Descent
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eberkain
Crimson Soul
Limerick Beast
Posts: 261
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Post by eberkain on Aug 30, 2007 11:19:46 GMT -5
Misery
I am a misery angel, The one wishing for death, For himself, for others, Unkempt, unclean, Dishonored, Pained in dreams...
I am a misery wildcat, A creature built in darkness, Black fur, a black hat, Uncouth, unshapen, Festered, Pestilence in descent...
I am the misery man, Ebbing and brimming with gleam, Sleeping in pain, waking to nothing, Unrequited, unaccepted, Rejected, I'm 'bout ready to jump in the grave...
Next Words: Stitching Ghoulish Winter
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 30, 2007 18:18:36 GMT -5
Stitching truth, Into the faded, Fold of memories...
Brush away, The winter tears, Look past the lies, And then i realize, That i've been lied to, All along...
Ghoulish whispers, Of things done, And things conceived, And destroyed...
Nothing left, But those faded, Memories...
Next Words:
Instinct Poison Malice
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Sept 2, 2007 22:43:18 GMT -5
The mailce is cool in the city of melancholy, where the trees are metal and cool against the naked back.
yesterday i walked with instinct, functioning only when you told me to. today didn't like you, it started with the sun, and ended with me smiling.
We turned your grave into a dancefloor, and got a little dirty. The poison of our happiness killed you, depriving you of your sanity.
Surrender Grace Malevolence
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