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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:46 pm
Prinniesdood pickle relish Prinniesdood confused Do you require assitance, pickle? With what...? Why else would anyone bother to join me on the floor? Or would you rather hear a poem? Poems are fine... I just felt like sitting down.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:47 pm
Silent Night
by Brain Plaza
Christmas Eve, a holy night,
I didn't expect to get into a fight.
The presents were wrapped under the tree,
but I had no idea what was in store for me.
Thoughts of my family filled my head,
as I lay resting on my bed.
Suddenly to my surprise,
I heard a noise and opened my eyes.
I awoke from my slumber, grabbed a bat,
and went in the direction the noise was at.
Down the hall I slowly crept,
while the rest of my family silently slept.
A silhouette figure soon appeared,
a 6' 6" biker guy with a beard.
I couldn't see his face or his clothes,
but I felt a frosty n** at my nose.
I wouldn't have attacked, you see,
but he appeared to be taking presents from under my tree.
I charged and swung, but slipped an missed,
That's what I think made hime pissed.
He moved so quick with such great speed,
all I remember is getting Kneed.
To my face, my arms, my neck, and my back,
I finally lost count of the bones I heard crack.
As the fight went on, I prayed it would pass,
because I realized, Santa was kicking my a**.
After an hour of the brutal attack,
I layed unconcious on my back.
I think I heard him laughing as he went on his way,
and I awoke to no presents on that Christmas Day.
The End.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:51 pm
=,= *nibbles on some pocky*
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:52 pm
Woot!! Poetry. Albeit depressing poetry.
Something by yours truly.
My Words to the Anonomous Darkness
You shed from your eyes,
The empty tears,
That stem from hate,
And hopeless fears.
Life without love,
And love without life,
Are all the products,
Of this hopeless strife.
May that I remain,
As I am now,
The life in my veins,
Untouched by this poison.
The tears that you keep,
Locked in your heart,
If only you would weep,
And feel something for once.
In an age without emotion,
Its hard to feel something,
Alone in this ocean,
Its time to stop pretending.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:55 pm
*gives a thumbs up to pickle relish* ^w^ Awsome poem, pickle!
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:56 pm
Can't.... stay awake...
Night all....
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:57 pm
*waves* ^w^ G'night, Silver!
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:59 pm
Pretty, Pickle. ^^ On the depressing side, too, but pretty.
My turn.
I know an anonymous poet,
Whose name...well, nobody knows it.
He gave out some pressies,
To straights, gays and lezzies.
His cover? I think I will blow it.
Edit: 'Night, Silver!!
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 12:01 am
Thanks, Ciel, Prinnie
And bye Silver.
Ciel...who is it?
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 12:03 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 12:04 am
*grins*
I did suspect you, you know. You and shram. Thanks muchly, Ciel. heart
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 12:06 am
Pfft, it was nothing. I'm just really tired of making limericks. gonk Your username was one of the hardest, 'cuz so few words rhyme with it. Stir of Echoes was kinda hard, too. Shram's was easy.
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