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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on May 24, 2004 20:03:57 GMT -5
ok guys, people are on holidays, people are busy. we've grounded to a halt here in PC and we have to keep it going.
in four lines, write about a subject without naming what you are talking about:
Subject: Pens
scribe for my thoughts
blue and black
depicting my moods
on parchments unused
then put your next subject down at the bottom for someone else to write about:
Subject: Music
GOOD LUCK!
x rinna x
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Post by bloodredtears on May 25, 2004 21:23:28 GMT -5
harmonies and melodies float past my ear
a scale degree that one can hear
while pitch pipes play for Paul Revere
and the notes sound high and clear
Subject: Telephone
**good idea Charli!
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Post by Mikepoet on May 31, 2004 16:34:13 GMT -5
Lets go to the dark places,
witheld within my mind.
Bring along a pen and paper,
We'll journel what we find.
Subject: Dark thoughts
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Post by T.J. Barber on Jun 18, 2004 13:07:04 GMT -5
Good job guys....I appreciate you guys trying. This only makes my offer stand all the more.
Kill myself in a darkened lie.
Tear my flesh with haunted eye.
Eat my heart away I fear.
Blood pours from my eyes like blood red tears
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Post by bloodredtears on Aug 27, 2004 22:32:01 GMT -5
cool, those are all really good, and this topic is really old...but i'm going to try again....since TJ didn't leave a topic i'm going to pick my own
Swiftly flowing through silken strands
snagging on a snarly knot
yanking through, causing pain
in the end, a stylish do
k...next topic: lightbulbs
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Oct 21, 2004 19:39:21 GMT -5
clarity beams down in silken ribbons
playing minder to notions conjured
from nicotine dreams and dim moonlight
silent keeper, beacon for the lost
next: rain
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Post by bloodredtears on Dec 7, 2004 12:19:26 GMT -5
a tappity tap tap on the roof
like tears on a window pane
amplifying the mourning of the soul
which drowns in the damp misery
next: snow
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Dec 7, 2004 15:08:04 GMT -5
sleets of white falling silent bury the ills of seasons past icy kiss on lonesome foreheads blinding, there is no escape next topic: christmas  |
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Post by bloodredtears on Dec 16, 2004 14:35:40 GMT -5
lost truths inside commercials
whiny children crying endlessly
long lines and longer lists
a headache of forgotten meaning
next topic: vacations
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Jan 22, 2005 7:50:17 GMT -5
vacations -
close to snapping it
i desperately need a break
close my eyes and forget it all
even if only for a minute or two
next topic - fear
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Post by pipes on Mar 8, 2005 23:44:46 GMT -5
alone in the dark
never dealt with this well
but still rather this
than bright fires of hell
this is fun...
next topic: flying
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Post by I Have Killed the K, G's next! on Mar 14, 2005 14:14:22 GMT -5
Flying -
I hit the needle
So I can kiss the sky
Then french the peacefull
up here so very high
hehe, enjoi....
Next Subject: After Life
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Post by bloodredtears on Aug 28, 2005 0:08:30 GMT -5
a final gasp in this plain world
a moment in time, a space unnamed
soaring sensation of ultimate peace
pearly gates and everlasting life
**ok, in case you didn't catch it I believe in Heaven, so there you are...After Life
Next topic: Birth
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