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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 14, 2004 16:04:08 GMT -5
alright, what we are going to do for this poem is start off with one haiku. you can then add your own haiku that connects with the previous one.. once we get going we will have a long sequence of haikus that all create one very large poem. hows that sound?!
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Post by Reaper696 on Jun 14, 2004 16:47:01 GMT -5
Ok, so who starts? From the heart? Maybe the mind? Decisions, decisions dude...
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Post by Kitten on Jun 14, 2004 16:55:41 GMT -5
Cool siggy Reaper, still a lil big, but I forgive.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 14, 2004 17:06:00 GMT -5
jesus.. thats a hard haiku to go off from, reaper.. i might have to think about this one a bit.. (or let someone else reply first! )
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Post by Reaper696 on Jun 14, 2004 17:11:15 GMT -5
It was a gift, he created it from scratch. You should see the rest of them...
Ok, how about this?...
Ok, so who starts? From the heart? Maybe the mind? Decisions, decisions dude... How about I start Where most would tread if lonely Dammit, I'm so bored...
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 14, 2004 17:28:53 GMT -5
Ok, so who starts? From the heart? Maybe the mind? Decisions, decisions dude...
How about I start Where most would tread if lonely Dammit, I'm so bored...
so quiet it is in this lonely realm of words.. where have they all gone?
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Post by Reaper696 on Jun 15, 2004 11:36:03 GMT -5
Ok, so who starts? From the heart? Maybe the mind? Decisions, decisions dude...
How about I start Where most would tread if lonely Dammit, I'm so bored...
so quiet it is in this lonely realm of words.. where have they all gone?
My pen has no blood Nor paper with nourishment Doctor, Doctor, help...
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 15, 2004 12:16:33 GMT -5
Ok, so who starts? From the heart? Maybe the mind? Decisions, decisions dude... How about I start Where most would tread if lonely Dammit, I'm so bored... so quiet it is in this lonely realm of words.. where have they all gone?My pen has no blood Nor paper with nourishment Doctor, Doctor, help... pass me my scalpel, i need to write a poem.. it shall be crimson.
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Post by Reaper696 on Jun 15, 2004 14:57:08 GMT -5
Ok, so who starts? From the heart? Maybe the mind? Decisions, decisions dude...
How about I start Where most would tread if lonely Dammit, I'm so bored...
so quiet it is in this lonely realm of words.. where have they all gone?
My pen has no blood Nor paper with nourishment Doctor, Doctor, help... pass me my scalpel, i need to write a poem.. it shall be crimson.
To write of this despair Does nothing more than breed more Could become a book...
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 17, 2004 16:12:43 GMT -5
endlessly i write my thoughts moving with swiftness faster than my pen.
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Post by Reaper696 on Jun 17, 2004 16:24:03 GMT -5
Paper warm with thought Mind is finding beaten path Muse and I now dance...
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 18, 2004 16:23:06 GMT -5
oh, my dearest muse, where have you been all this time? i revel in you.
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jun 18, 2004 16:42:55 GMT -5
spiraling the drain a deserters final thoughts before the fray
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Post by Lina Inverse on Jun 19, 2004 22:48:20 GMT -5
digging, digging deep into my pale, flaky flesh inscribing this poem
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Post by Reaper696 on Jun 21, 2004 15:50:09 GMT -5
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