Heh. Maybe. It's nice to mix things up, too, though.
Heh. Maybe. It's nice to mix things up, too, though.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
OK, we need a new first line... anybody care to post one?
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
John said he would post today.
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jean, i declined the chance to make a poem on this line already. If you'd post a new one, I promise I'll go.
open a book at random, choose a sentence, and off we go!
"So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another."
i guess it was my turn.
opening line is:
she faded from my heart and sight
Cliche' you say? Nay, make it your way!
"So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another."
Ferst
"She faded from my heart and sight"
Thinks my overactive mind.
Marine layer obscura.
Coming in and out of view
Blocking light and dark alike.
The visage of her appears
A face in the mist.
An illusion? A vision?
Vita nuova??
Acrid taste of vomit lines
My tongue. How long
Have I been here?
Looking up at the mountains,
The large Hollywood sign illuminated
A light flickers and dies.
That image of her face
Vanishes, and a thought comes to my mind.
"She faded from my heart and sight."
Revolver sights, reclover slights.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
She faded from my heart and sight
I sat watching the phone all night
On the coffeetable dead as a stone
I hate sitting here in the dark all alone
She called me that time, to give me the news
She said she was pregnant with our child--no, two!
And I jumped and screamed and cheered with joy
I wanted a girl and maybe a boy.
But alas, as I celebrated with strangers and such
She sat with the static and silence and didn't like it much.
For the call had been dropped, she knew it not and that's sick,
She said, "Well, wait to step up there, Rick."
"I aim to misbehave."
-- Malcolm Reynolds
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."
-- Hoban Washburne
"What does that make us?"
"Big damn heroes, sir."
"Ain't we just."
-- Malcolm Reynolds and Zoe Washburne
Wow.
Fruno's is awesome.
And so is Steve's, but I also just realized it was based on that one commercial that I saw the other day. XD
Which makes it not only great, but hilarious as well.
Random PM's are loved!
Call me Can.
Discord Tag: Can*/Tommy (They/Them pronouns)#5588
Heh.
"I aim to misbehave."
-- Malcolm Reynolds
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."
-- Hoban Washburne
"What does that make us?"
"Big damn heroes, sir."
"Ain't we just."
-- Malcolm Reynolds and Zoe Washburne
See? XD I don't know what to say. I always get nothing or a 'heh'. XD Go me.
Random PM's are loved!
Call me Can.
Discord Tag: Can*/Tommy (They/Them pronouns)#5588
Those damn XD's make me remember I need more fibre.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
BUMP BUMP BUMP!!
Fuggit, I'll give you all a line!
Go over the plains
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
Go over the plains,
The place it mostly rains.
We'll find some fried remains
Of long dead frazzled brains.
Mostly rain falls here,
Our haunts of yesteryear.
We strutted in our gear
And life was oh so clear.
Fried remains of frittered hours,
Youth, but one of many powers!
A secret haven in shady bowers,
Where innocence falls and knowledge flowers.
Brain dead from hedonistic experiments,
Caution to the wind, make your own merriment!
No mind to what detriment,
But never repent the sentiment!
Not sure what thats entirely about...well...I am...I'm slightly drunk and a bit maudlin
Maudlin or not, I like it, darkthoughts.
go over the plains
as a hot summer breeze
skim above tassels of corn
in the vanguard of rain
now, soar above the plants
filling dead, fallow fields
rustle those skeletal sentinals
in a year's ending dance
Go over the plains, and into the skies
A land of fortune before your eyes
To see, to feel the wheat gone by
To pass the land as you die.
A world, lost to the ages of time and love,
Gone but not forgotten, below and above
For this is the world, the man, the law
Of the Kingdom of Arkansas.
"I aim to misbehave."
-- Malcolm Reynolds
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."
-- Hoban Washburne
"What does that make us?"
"Big damn heroes, sir."
"Ain't we just."
-- Malcolm Reynolds and Zoe Washburne
Go over the plains
Enter the wheat
As you smell the sweetness arising
Above you and under your feet.
The coolest of waters
Greets your dry lips
And you feel yourself growing tired,
So sleep slips so easily.
Go under the ocean
Ride the cresting waves.
Tsunamis are playpens
And the dry land is a grave.
So leave this mindset
And delve into your potential
Towards better and greater,
And walk out of the plains
To better things.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
OK... time for a bumpity bump!
new line...
"The bells were ringing"
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
The bells were ringing,
They tolled for me.
I missed my bus,
I had to pee!
And now I have to phone in sick,
I cannot get to work that quick!
The bells were ringing,
They're never tired
And nor am I,
Since I got fired!
Sorry, but there was a distinct lack of nonsense poems
I should join the poetic contests again.
"Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And there's so much I want to say"
yes! You should!
I liked yours, dark!
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
The bells were ringing,
their message, if not their meaning, was surely sent,
to be received by deaf ears, oblivious of the tune's true intent.
Foul riders come with the storms, their prey in delusive state.
Fleeting safety, overlooking the danger, their mistake.
The horror dawns, devoured by the abomination they did make.
The bells were ringing, the tune a lament for a dire fate.
"Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And there's so much I want to say"
The bells were ringing
Much as my ears do.
Their off key sounds and
Disturbing timbre souring my mood.
The crows were cackling,
Counting off my days.
The cars all froze.
Time stopped.
But the pain remains.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
Nice.Originally Posted by Frunobulax
"Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And there's so much I want to say"
Glad you like it.
I enjoyed yours more than mine...but so it goes with me every time.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
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