First threaddd>.

[Amber 91]

Woot. NOw write in this thread.

[Howard Dean 2502]

Well....

I dont know what to say because me + srs doesnt mix

Here is a poem I HAD TO WRITE, i do enjoy writing poems however

It is what it is

It it what it is

An insightful phrase

Life is hell

Our impermanence

Shown with every ailment we get

It is what it is

Divorce

An appalling affair

Destroying childrens innocence

It is what it is

Ultimately

we will conquer death

but only after we suffer

So ill leave you with a few words

to get by

It is what it is

WROTE IT MYSELF BTW -----> AMBER....

[Amber 91]

I see that hoWArd. I wish I could write poems. But I don't have anythign to write about.

[Moby-Dick 0]

i actually write all the time, so here is one =)

Taste the Night

Taste the liquid crystal sky

The sweetness of the night

Feel the depths of darkness cry

The stars are tears of light

The mirror moon is hung with care

From silver cobweb strands

The darkest backdrop lingers there

Held up with giant hands

No powers can support that ball

No powers can impound

One day from out the sky will fall

And bounce across the ground

Deep blue and endless lake of space

Enchantment of the eyes

A swinging sheet of splendour grace

Encompassing the skies

An icy pool of moon-spun light

Surrounds that hoary sphere

Intoxication of midnight

The wine of shadows here

When day retreats to hide its beams

Then is the night unfurled

And peace seeps out in glorious dreams

Inebriates the world

[fontaine 1744]

Jenn, I just cried a little.

[Howard Dean 2502]

I see your poem and raise you one madam!

Music

Music is my drug

An opiate of contentness is what music is to me

Always soothing and calming

It shant leave myself disapointed

Because I live to discover

New artists and genres

To feed my insatiable hunger

[Amber 91]

THat's really good Jenn.

[Howard Dean 2502]

Yea, those were fuckin excellent Jenn. So much imagery!

[Moby-Dick 0]

one more i just found

I Am

A shattered cough,

Lost breath,

Broken skin,

I am Death.

A single look,

A glance above,

A glimmering eye,

I am Love.

A touch that lied,

Broken Trust,

Lost Love,

I am Lust.

Wondering alone,

Lost Fate,

Never Love,

I am Hate.

A gracious smile,

A golden key,

A gate of Trust,

I am Destiny.

Unbroken lies,

Not left in dust,

An open arch,

I am Trust.

A broken smile,

I do defy,

What is truth?

I am a Lie.

A happy time,

Everyone's strife,

You'll never forget,

That I am Life.

[Moby-Dick 0]

ok, one more =)

on the way to ky i wrote this one cuz it was snowing =P

Winters Day

Winter's soul impeccable

Impermeable laden eyes

Woeful blast of crystal tears

Falling gray icicle skies

Sun an impotent memory

Melts not the glacial soul

Buried past, frozen hearted

Cleaves fast to lacquered floe

Windswept the barren haven

Holds frosty tenacious rime

Landscape summons relics

Where entombed Spring abides

Persistent chill adheres the wall

Fervent bleak sanctuary holds

Hope's in contempt eternal

Of Winter's insolent role

[UnknownLegend 5480]

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[Guest Waffle]

Little Bunny Foo Foo hopping through the forest, scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.

That's my story.

[Howard Dean 2502]

So you guys know, trolling this will give you a day ban, then a week ban and so forth...

Dont troll this section.

[UnknownLegend 5480]

Where does it say that?

Also, who are you to call my form of creative expression a troll?

[Howard Dean 2502]

Junzou dont be like that plox >_>

[Guest Waffle]

I'm not trolling, I made that story up, on the spot.

[Pebbz. 953]

Literature is not my thing. Talking about semantics bores the fuck out of me. =\

[UnknownLegend 5480]

I'm offended that my artistic organization of the simple sentence "You just lost the game" in the WRITER'S CAFE was called a troll.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_poetry

The simple line down the side of the page represents the line our lives follow, blindly until the end where we realize what life means, and then mutter a few select curse words and try to forget the meaning again.

It may be bad poetry, but bad poetry is still poetry!

[missing-zelda 0]

Don't even try to claim that Waffle lol that's so old, probly older then you..

I found this from 5th grade, it doesn't even make much sense and some parts don't even rhyme, im just putting it out here more for comical relief.

As Dave went out to play one day, he didn’t want any food that day.

He went to the beach to swim and play but still didn’t want his food that day.

That night he got ready for bed and said I’m still not going to eat alright

He wouldn’t give in for money nor bread but at last he went nighty-night.

The next day he woke with a start and a fright but still would not eat at all

His mother came in and stared at the site of Dave involved with a bowl

She said it’s alright you can cook after tonight and calmly she took him away

He got out his plate and stared at the sight his mother had prepared a buffet

Never again Dave said with a tone will I ever not eat good food at home

From this day forward I will ever be hungry for food that comes my way.

[Howard Dean 2502]

Win zelda hahaha

[Moby-Dick 0]

lol lol lol

[Guest Dead=Vortex]

They'll love Me When I'm Dead

When My Mind Has Left My Head

They'll Eat The Words They Said

And Cry Themselves to Bed And That's The..End.

FTW Poetry 4 Dummies

[Carl Sagan 2577]

Looking up from my decorating book, I found my husband with his arms around me.

“What are you planning on decorating now?” Howard chuckled. “I was thinking about doing the lounge room differently. I want to move the lounge on the north wall.” Howard laughed again, “I can help you with that my love.” He unwrapped his arms from me and took my hand, helping me get up. With one push, he pushed the lounge so it was now on the north wall. And then something changed, his eyes stared at the floor, for where the lounge had just been. I moved so I was standing next to him, and that’s when I saw it. A pair of bear fur hand cuffs and a row of condoms, Blood flavoured condoms.

“AMBER,WAFFEL GET DOWN HERE NOW!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, how many times had I told them too not do sexual things in places other then their bedroom. WAFFLE came running down the stairs with AMBER in tow. “What’s with all the yelling Chicago?” Amber said, she had obviously no idea what was goin on, maybe it was all WAFFELS idea. I shuddered at that thought, I didn’t what to know my what my son got up to in his private time. Carlisle picked up the items and held them up.

AMBER suddenly slapped WAFFLE, “You promised that you would put them away!” “I thought I did!….. Oh wait that was the day when I played Xbox with Pebbz…” AMBER just stared at him. “Okay I don’t care who was supposed to put them away, you all know the rules, no sex in any part of this house except your bedrooms.” I said with a sigh. The last time something had happened like this I banned them from the house, they just ended up destroying half the forest instead. HOWARD spoke next, we had discussed about what we should do if this situation repeated it self, a sex education lesson. “Now you remember what the punishment is for ignoring our rules on a subject like this, you all have to watch a sexual education video. Good luck telling everyone.”

“Oh man!” WAFFLE groaned, and ran outside with AMBER. I turned to my husband, “I think tonight will be interesting, I’ll go get everything set up.” I kissed him goodbye and ran to his study.

[Beefwipe 11]

I wrote one a little while back.

Sausage Fest

Now, this is a story all about how

My life got flipped-turned upside down

And I liked to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground was where I spent most of my days

Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool

And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys

Who were up to no good

Startin making trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day

But she packed my suite case and send me on my way

She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.

I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad

Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.

Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?

Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that

Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?

I don't think sow

I'll see when I get there

I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out

I ain't trying to get arrested

I just got here

I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror

If anything I can say this cab is rare

But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8

And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bellend

[Zagrao 0]

I have fan-fics I'm working on, 1 in progress, 2 in pre-planning.

I'll post one sometime later and hope that I don't face idiots telling me it sucks just cause of which genre I'm writing it on.

EDIT - oh yeah nice poems.