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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Dec 5, 2007 20:49:19 GMT -5
With a flick of the wrist and a high hat dismiss I can seize your ear drums with the fluid unsegregated use of my drumsticks -wielding the designs I hum in my slumber.
Like I like I like it likelike that I lick the loving noise pollution complaints I suck but I'm a hardcore genuine shadow-copy of you.
honeydew, stubbies and yuppy.
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Dec 20, 2007 14:57:34 GMT -5
Here we are Alone again, Secluded from your yuppy friends I'm just waiting For the Emotional Down pour To start...
I want to hear Your Heart break See it crumble Wallow in your Pain Because it brings Me such Pleasure But things Don't always Happen The way they are planned...
Honeydew words of Apology drip, Slip, Tumble Cascade, From your devilish mouth And My Mind runs in Circles Wondering "WHY?" You finally decided to admit You where wrong...
My stubby fingers clinch Ball up into a Fist I wish to strike you Hard and Fast After all this time has Past You finally realize the Problem Was never Me, It was You...
NEXT WORDS- Insidious, Venerable, Hour
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on May 11, 2008 20:26:25 GMT -5
Come on some one, any one, use my Three words and continue this thread. ;D
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Post by _black phoenix_ on May 18, 2008 17:16:23 GMT -5
Insidious, Venerable, Hour.
I find the word "insidious" to be
.. well
insidious.
.. making me look up definitions, feeling so vulnerable and embarassed (and mad!) at my awful vocabulary.
I havent gone pee in an hour.
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Lol I so cheated with that last part haha. Thats the first writing ive done in months btw!
Next words ---- Evening. Lush. Sparkle.
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on May 18, 2008 18:48:22 GMT -5
The evenings glow, A faint sparkle, Seen deep with in Those brooding eyes...
Youth, Torn, Worn, Saddened with The knowledge That the Stars are Unattainable, And Dreams, Never really Do come True...
Lush fields of color, Hidden beneath The darkened sky, Lure this youth To remember, If you Give up, You slowly Die, On the inside...
-- Next Words- Silhouette, Charlatan, disbelief
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Post by _black phoenix_ on May 31, 2008 12:17:07 GMT -5
Silhouette, Charlatan, Disbelief
Step down, charlatan. These lies that you wove will not keep you warm. Disbelief pulls at frayed corners, gradually unraveling the grandeur of you.
Step down, Charlatan. Make yourself a silhouette against the village skyline.
Next words: Void, tentacle, drop
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Jun 3, 2008 15:09:06 GMT -5
It's been a while, And i had began To think that You had dropped Off the face of The Planet...
You slip your Smooth tentacles Around my waist And all fades to black...
We are alone Together in this Desolate Void, We cling to Each other, For strength, Hope, And most of all Love...
Next Words- Oracular, Perfidious, Tragic
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Post by littleskinny on Jul 17, 2008 14:28:36 GMT -5
I am tip tap sneak a tragic peek tip toe.
A perfidious friend.
Hang around a lot, sway and bend a lot.
Sometimes rewarded with a smile or a burdened word
but you're oracular
and I misinterpret when I listen too hard.
Next words - isolate, giddy, perfect
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Jul 23, 2008 21:05:39 GMT -5
I cheated and made Isolated the title...
ISOLATED
I was once Stuck In a Dark place...
No Happiness Or Light Would penetrate...
I was my own Worst Enemy And all there Was to Fear I kept near...
But with all Depressive slumps Rough patches, And bumps You tend to get A little giddy...
Been rooted in One place for So long Didn't ever think I'd have the courage To get up And move on...
But some how I managed And in the process Found the Perfect Piece of Paradise I had forgotten So long ago.
Next words- Halcyon, Baneful, Smug
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Crimson Soul
Limerick Beast
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Post by eberkain on Apr 12, 2010 16:52:43 GMT -5
We live in a ghost graveyard all alone, My friends are spirits and the cat my conscience, It is a halcyon life free of worry and fear, Just me, the family and the rodents reciting for years...
You see I died a vain man, yet my wife pure, I was baneful, smug and vindictive, Filled with all the things of dread, The explosion left little, so you see I guess that's why they buried us here...
What, do you hear that, a sound, a knock. No..Dammit..No.. I wish they would just leave my coffin alone. Every few years around this time someone desecrates my grave. So what if I shot a priest and a couple nuns? Its not like I set their holy asses on fire! Quit pissing on my grave you superstitious bastards!
Extrapolate Chi Knockers
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Apr 12, 2010 20:30:39 GMT -5
Will they extrapolate knowledge from the ruins we leave behind?
Or learn the lessons we so long ago forgot?
We can only hope that the Future shines brighter for those we leave behind....
As we stand before the doors to the afterlife reaching for those bronze knockers we can only hope and in some cases pray that are chi is strong enough to endure the next journey....
Next Words--- Mongrel, Succession, Whirlwind
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Post by TheLonelyForsaken2 on Sept 22, 2010 2:30:39 GMT -5
What cruel fates have landed me here? This lie I'm forced to live for the good of my people. My people indeed; the horde from once I belonged. I truly belong to them now do I not? What horrid end they might bring upon my soul should the truth be exposed?
For you see chance played me for a fool. Simply because I am an unknown mongrel who happens to bear a keen likeness to our king's dead son. Fate brought me within sight of the kings steward on that day the king and his heir where killed. The fools rode together on that dangerous night of a storm so fierce the gods themselves must have been raging.
I was first to find their remains. Having taken shelter in the abandoned redoubt, they must have had the same idea, before the whirlwind came swiftly on them and changed everything. It picked them up like leaves in a wind and left little that was recognizable. Their possessions the only confirmation that the royal line had ended. In the constant flashes of lightning I could see their helpless flight as they and their horses were hurled at the wall behind which I sheltered. Watching through an arrow loop I did not know then I witnessed a god dealing the cards that would change my life so dramatically.
When the storm ended I went out to discover the fate of the riders I had seen the night before. I myself was still uncertain of their identity when the search party, with steward Abrams at the lead, arrived on the scene. Swift to accuse me of murder he was but, his expression changed during my profuse denials of wrong doing, and that expression stunned me to silence. Little did I know then that change would lead to my succession to the throne. How could I have guessed such a preposterous idea had come to his mind?
Better it would be had I been killed with them that night for I am ill suited for this… life. Ha! What a laugh. Prisoner is a better word to describe this fate. If it weren't for the need of the people I would end this farce. Yet without a successor to the throne there would be civil war on a scale that would stain the land red with the blood of the masses. This gilded cage pains me as I look out upon the forest where I once lived free to do as I please. I long for that isolation when the demands of running this kingdom from this throne of decision taxes my resolve.
If not for Sir Abrams and his guidance I'm sure I would have brought ruin to this land already. Yet I damn him to all the seven hells and will continue to do so with my last breath for what he has done.
Next words;
Guilt Enemy Precious
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Oct 26, 2010 8:23:39 GMT -5
My memory tips cuddle your skin, a fleeting touch.
My bloodstream craves you "Precious," very much.
I lie in wait. The enemy with her hope sparsely spread Riddled with a guilt-like passion, a smile with erotic dread.
Next Words:
1) Cake 2) The Nile 3) light globe
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Post by ethertrogg on Nov 5, 2010 8:55:55 GMT -5
As I was lying in bed one night Making the most of my dream of you I saw an angel, clear and bright Breathing heavy, standing true
Well awake and aware, A light globe there Touched my hands So I made my plans
To loose this room and burn my things And make an escape from society’s stake The Soho hobo with freedom, no strings And a massive bite of the cake
Now my mind is set But I can’t forget The times we used to while Old as a river; as old as Nile, Drinking to my faded smile.
Geeze, that was tricky... Nile? Right, here's my choice
1. Candidate 2. Orange 3. Drempt
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Nov 16, 2010 8:48:21 GMT -5
By "Drempt" I assume you mean "dreamt" so I'm going to go with that lol. Sorry if I made yours hard... I like a challenge Glasses. Glossy brown hair. Vocals, high pitched with an equally annoying stare. "I can see Russia," The candidate trilled. Thank god they can't see you -of that I'm sure they're thrilled. With a smile that would almost grate an orange peel, Who dreamt up pornos of her I hope had made her squeal. Next three: 1. Fertilizer 2. Erectile 3. Shun
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