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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Oct 17, 2007 7:59:23 GMT -5
Childish toys, Scattered on the floor, A once beautiful, Lego castle, Now destroyed...
A child now playing dress up, Is all i can see, A little girl, Who looks some what, Like Me...
Nothing seems equalateral, In this room of expanding, Walls, A figment of my imagination, Or memories i recall?
Next Words- Natural, Tarnished, Sincere
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Post by Aish on Oct 17, 2007 18:38:02 GMT -5
In my natural state I am already tarnished,
autobiographical patina gifted...
each line and scar, a map of who I was a trace of who I become... a footfall on the hardened path, wisdom
trying to catch up.
The stars on my hand belong to another season, sincere, and brilliant in their musings.
Waiting, my soul sleeps in this quieter incarnation of womanhood. Dreaming, I still catch the darkest honey and moan the warmest lust.
Maiden will not yet give way to Crone;
the persimmon moon still has much blush and fervor in her stride, and the runes refuse an end.
Next offerings: fascination, veridian, percolate
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Oct 18, 2007 15:13:25 GMT -5
Your words are too hard! Huge, fancy vocab just doesnt fit with my style and feels out of place. Your warm words percolate, intriguing this stagnant mind. hot mocha thoughts slide down an open throat. Singe me with fascination. Next words: seep, whale, ice
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Oct 18, 2007 15:56:35 GMT -5
She is an, Ice Goddess, So frigid, And cold...
She mocks the whale, Who swims in her icy sea, She laughs at his unending, Undying misery...
No tears, Seep from her, Frozen glazed eyes, No emotion to show, Just an unpleasant, Surrender to her, Frost bite undertow...
Next Words- Last, Only, Necessity
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Oct 20, 2007 22:35:24 GMT -5
-A Monsters Necessity-
I pop the last one between smiling lips. Small noises escape pint-sized windpipes and tiny, clenched fists. If only these minis werent so delicious, Id quit eating people.. Hey -- At least theyre nutritious.
Blah that was horrible! I hate rhyming.
Next words: Spill, Barren, Suburbia
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Oct 20, 2007 23:39:48 GMT -5
My mind escapes, This barren Suburbia, The gray concrete, And bright lights...
The sounds dull, The colors all the same, My feelings spill forth, And paint everything, A different shade...
Hues of colors, Spots of fluid motion, Stopped, Wait slowed, To a pace of, Simplicity...
Sorry i'm a little buzzed at the moment and there is a lot of stuff floating in my Head...
Next Words- Friends, Sleepless,Laughter
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Oct 21, 2007 12:42:03 GMT -5
Sleepless nights and bitter memories. No room for daydreams and laughter in this mental prison.
Cold walls dont talk, just lock her away. Held hostage cause theyre afraid of losing her sun, her warm, glowing heart.
Friends chip and break bits from the outside. But only she can tear down this barricade from within.
Next words: Void, confusion, apple.
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Oct 21, 2007 13:40:20 GMT -5
I have felt so empty, For such a long time, But then things, Began to change, Just like they, Always do...
A flicker of Hope, Resides deep in my, Apple coated smile....
A void now filled, With something, I thought I'd forgotten, Love...
Not the candy coated, Variety, Or the kind you buy on, Store shelfs, The true deep, Endless love, Of which only two, Souls of one mind, Do know...
The confusion, Has now been subsided, And i know that my feelings, Are true, That my heart beats, And aches, For only one, And that one is you...
This has been floating in my head all night, i just hope it came out right... I wrote it for someone (He knows who he is ;D).
Next Words- Amazon, Myth, Signs
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Nov 5, 2007 23:17:49 GMT -5
show me signs of life in this ancient maze of jungle and silence. the only movement draws air cold.. ghostly mists, myths dancing on dewed tongues speak in forbidden languages, unrecognizable to human ears. the amazon is mother of death; only giving birth to a broken cycle.
next words: arctic, dream, pump.
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Nov 6, 2007 9:06:48 GMT -5
I dream, In arctic hues, Vibrant violets, And indigo blues...
My mind pumps, A seductive toxin, Of expressive images, Into my sleeping head, Trying to make me, Remember, Or maybe to, Forget...
Next Words- Moonstruck, Sensations, Dizzy
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Nov 28, 2007 22:01:32 GMT -5
These curious sensations leave me dizzy, twirling like the last autumn leaf, falling to a moonstruck death beneath nights frosted sky.
Next words:
Black, Sun, Grace
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Nov 29, 2007 22:29:28 GMT -5
the sun is gentle yet- fridgid against the bleak black winter stalagmites drip so cold they burn my back and chest, they drizzle boiling cold water over the grace of death
feather, exchange, future
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Nov 30, 2007 13:39:56 GMT -5
When i saw visions, Of the Future, I saw nothing there, Just Darkness, Unrest, And Despair...
But then You, Made time to talk, To me, We exchanged words, And pleasantries, We got to know each other, Quite intimately...
There was a Connection, A Realization, That there was more in, This World, Than my own Dark misery...
I grew to Love you, I started to Fall, Not quite knowing, If you felt the same, But my Feeling i could, No longer contain...
Your brushed a feather, Against my still beating Heart, You made me Smile, Laugh, Remember, Live again, And i can only say, I am Extremely glad, That we meet on Dark Star, That Faithful day.
-An Ode of sorts... Just my Feelings on things... ;D
NEXT WORDS- Treasure, Unique, Spirit.
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Post by lazzirus on Dec 4, 2007 15:24:45 GMT -5
There is a way through the forest through the mist a way between another world & that which we know to exist just passed the gates a walkway which ends in a fork a treasure somewhere beyond one chamber leads to certain doom the other further on the snares await tempting fate a specimine unique without weapons of any make and no hope for escape my spirit guides me on - LMS
NEXT WORDS - Vengence, corpse, coil
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Dec 4, 2007 21:43:21 GMT -5
Seeker of Vengeance, You coil yourself, Around my already tainted soul...
Your serpentine tongue, Betrays you, And I know your intentions, To be Untrue, But still I cling to you...
I bite Deep, The Forbidden fruit, My Mind races, My pulse quickens, And then I am, Nothing but a corpse, Lying by myself In an Eden, Never meant to be...
Next Words- Unsegregated, Design, Genuine
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