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Poetry
Mar 21, 2008 20:49:30 GMT -5
Post by irrenhaus3 on Mar 21, 2008 20:49:30 GMT -5
Sometimes I get inspired all of a sudden and am having a real boost of creativity. This is what happened just 2 weeks ago. I mentioned out a poem, filled with darkness, what somehow reminded me on the fear the Mondo series caused in me when playing them the first time. I wrote down the poem and worked it out to something complete and now I want to share it with my inspiration. Thank you, cactus . Well then, maybe you'll like it, maybe you won't. I'm awaiting all kind of feedback (except swearing) and possibly some positive one. Here it is: "After time" -------------------------------------- Night Starless sky A forest Foot of a mountain A cave, deep hidden Noone breathes Wind Singing slowly A body not moving anymore Empty eyes Noone breathes Shadow Huge and cold A grate deep inside the cave Rust and emptiness Noone breathes Grate was opened and body thrown in falling deep into a hole Noone breathes Grate was closed and locked forever and body was forgotten Noone breathes -----------------------------------
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Poetry
Apr 6, 2008 21:51:26 GMT -5
Post by tgoc on Apr 6, 2008 21:51:26 GMT -5
I wrote a poem for a school competition they forced us to do as well. Its stupid because I hate poetry, so I showed that in the poem. "Poetry Apocalypse" poetry is presumptuous as A is to B as B is to C as sea is to see as to bee is to be 3 see poetry means nothing to me but i wont complain instead ill just go insane this is inane oh no! where is my brain it fell down the drain iMin alot of pain at least the evil was slain when the apocalypse came in the rain i guess i should stay away from spain to keep the midgets from reaching my frame this is a backwards parable from jane gnirob si yrteop the end is near happy new year!
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Poetry
Apr 11, 2008 18:42:39 GMT -5
Post by irrenhaus3 on Apr 11, 2008 18:42:39 GMT -5
Nice XD Rhyme or die!!
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Poetry
Apr 11, 2008 18:53:48 GMT -5
Post by tgoc on Apr 11, 2008 18:53:48 GMT -5
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Poetry
Aug 16, 2008 20:27:20 GMT -5
Post by thelastdefender on Aug 16, 2008 20:27:20 GMT -5
It was a morning all the same Getting out of bed, a game Monday came with normal trial Of many problems fresh to file Trudged forth to heed the call of work The mundane and gray mixed all in murk And after hours whittled by You lounge back in your seat and sigh A newspaper near, you take a look Missing sections others took But the headline caught your eye "Satelite crashes from the sky" And you discover as you read Not 20 miles occurred this deed With this news did your interest perk Yet now the time to get back to work
The traffic strangely extra thick Your return home, it was not quick For dinner you dined at your house An evening spent quiet as a mouse The T.V. on to pass the night Monday wore you with its might Four more days would make you weep So you let it wash with sleep
Tuesday morning just the same Claiming more of Monday's fame But as you start your morning drive Much strangeness near does spring alive Empty cars upon the street People flee with panicked feet Chased by others close behind Puzzles now your groggy mind The people running caught at last The chasers on them holding fast Upon their flesh they start to eat A feast on limbs of human meat With horror you gasp to yourself Pity these strangers and their health Hope now rests in you alone As you reach for your cell phone Driving now you look ahead Many bodies lay as dead And these crazy people they do dine Intestines outside intertwine Through havoc you begin to drive Around corpses now you must strive The numbers that you try to dial Have you holding all the while With frustration you keep on trying As more and more around are dying Suddenly off to your side Comes barreling a truck most wide Smashes right into your car And sends you tumbling much afar Darkness comes, you close your eyes And drift away as one who dies
A sample of my friend Matt's zombie choose your own adventure poem
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Poetry
Aug 27, 2008 19:59:02 GMT -5
Post by wired22 on Aug 27, 2008 19:59:02 GMT -5
coo and dark- like a person oblivious to the outside world till his time to die
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