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Post by Aish on Oct 31, 2011 1:00:43 GMT -5
Write a poem using the Fibonacci number sequence as a syllable count up through 34, then descend in order back down to one. The count will look like this:
1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 21 13 8 5 3 2 1 1
Any topic, be creative and have fun!
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Post by Swindle Sheet on Nov 7, 2011 2:36:28 GMT -5
Glance met contact.
Why did I?
It was not for real.
Perhaps I am careless like that.
Perhaps the world is just f*cking with me one more time.
Perhaps there is something more to this, something downright Machiavellian to this.
I mean it could be that. Then again if one were to look at every little thing that has happened something sinister could be found.
If you live like that then everyday will be like facing a covert firing squad.
This is absolutely not what I intend to do.
So honestly why give a f*ck?
Some things just happen.
That is that. Now time to drink.
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Post by Aish on Nov 14, 2011 22:23:12 GMT -5
My muse shifting breath of a bewitching moon. Spills decanted strains of a secret love song: shared skin abraded. Pyrokinetic flux peels back my night, engraving rippling silence like black silk, a hushed rain perfuming plush temptations. He entices my eclipse from patient thirst;who is the lover and who is the knife? 21 13 8 5 3 2 1 1
*work in progress, shall return*
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Post by Reaper696 on Apr 9, 2012 12:33:02 GMT -5
Hmmm, Well, Amber Lit my mind, Not sure what to do. Do I verse or do I adverse? Do I get all epic, or do I get all f*cked up? The butterfly has bitten me again, an amber-colored tapestry has me weaved. Buried again in brainy beauty with nary a though but of her, she's given me reason to invest in boning, cloning! Alas, my Freudian slip is showing, If I wasn't so black I'd be red, oy vey. What's a brotha to do when such beauty comes to mind? Bask in the Firejewel's glow? Scrapbook her facets? Write her poems? Alas, 'Tis Plight...
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Post by ayadeva on Jul 14, 2012 0:05:34 GMT -5
I know that you believe in my deviant ways how my hands can touch far above you and wouldn't it be nice if everyone loved you while most people I know would have killed just to be able to walk in your shiny shoes
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siksimon
Demon Disciple
Blind leading the blind.
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Post by siksimon on Mar 17, 2013 4:44:18 GMT -5
Yo. Yo. Listen. Listen up. Listen up my friend. Listen up my friend (or my foe). Listen up my friend (or my foe). I've something to say. Listen up my friend (or my foe). I've something to say. I adore your focused mindset, Listen up my friend (or my foe). I've something to say, I adore your focused mindset, hmm, but, I am appalled by your wreckless abandon Listen up my friend (or my foe). I've something to say. I adore your focused mindset, Listen up my friend (or my foe). I've something to say. Listen up my friend (or my foe). Listen up my friend. Listen up. Listen. Yo. Yo.
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siksimon
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Blind leading the blind.
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Post by siksimon on Mar 22, 2013 16:20:31 GMT -5
I I twitch, A lil' inside me. A small person comes, With grey disguises to hide me Who am I to decide if I'm okay to drive home. I'm stoned, polyurethane foam
meh, i was gonna do another but its stale, maybe a I will think of a different sequence.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Apr 6, 2013 23:07:47 GMT -5
...and yet... in my quest to know I have learned that truth is a sorrowful thing to know.
My mind has been stretched beyond human reason and I... I am not sure I have come full circle. I have seen the abyss and know I must return. My heart is broken. My greatest pain: I know I cannot go home. I have discovered the jest of life. I know the futility of my own.
And yet... would I willingly choose not to know? Perhaps I would, if not for my own sin, if I were not so... damned alone. This cannot be shared.
Here, at this event horizon there is no return. Stretched this thin, can I be loved.
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siksimon
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Blind leading the blind.
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Post by siksimon on Apr 7, 2013 6:04:03 GMT -5
Best one yet? Hard to compare them, because I like them all, but this one is really nice, and a great ending with a sense of finality.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Apr 7, 2013 14:42:15 GMT -5
Thanks Sik
I can’t resist a good challenge but this is a really hard format to use. Since she posted this idea I have tried to make several of my works fit it and failed. I started working on this “Darkness” piece last night starting with; “…and yet… would I choose not to know?” It took just minutes to write the original but hours to fit it to this format and the story changed a lot in the translation. Some of it good and some of it not so good. For example; you mention the finality of the ending and I really appreciate your recognition. I was afraid it would not translate. It was originally; “Stretched this thin, I can’t be loved” but try to fit that in this syllable count. I left the question mark off hoping it would work. :-)
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siksimon
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Blind leading the blind.
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Post by siksimon on Jun 3, 2013 21:05:27 GMT -5
I In, Indeed, I'm unarmed. Have intelligence. Wit will win you white waterfalls, the mind is willing to become the victor this time. my orientation is smashed before my eyes like alligator jaws on a duck I once seen a wild cougar f*ck up a Buck, dead Don't f*ck with cougars or monkeys, death by splinters bitch, very slow. slow-mo. slow. whoa
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