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Post by Lobstrosity on Feb 23, 2006 23:44:03 GMT -5
I should write something
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Post by xXMidori-ToraXx on Mar 7, 2006 18:41:26 GMT -5
You should. Try something new, new is always a new experience? Haha. Well either way, you should.
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Post by Decieved by the Truth on Mar 8, 2006 12:56:29 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300] is there any significance of the color of the orbs next to each board, whether they are blue or grey?[/glow]
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Post by Lobstrosity on Mar 8, 2006 16:47:18 GMT -5
Blue means the board has been posted on since you last checked, it's very helpful and I use it all the time. I just look at which boards are blue and check there because it means there are new posts.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Mar 8, 2006 20:48:59 GMT -5
Heh...
I've been gone a little too long, I think. It's about time I post something. Lemme think... what would be a good thing to put on here? I have something you can all try to chew on, but I don't want to post that until I have a couple people read the actual thing -- look back next week or something. In the meantime -- I suppose I'll just try to think up something on the spot as I sometimes enjoy doing. There's a good chance I'll edit it quite a bit later -- but let's see how it goes *ahem*:
Worlds pass and words cry out. Even hills give way to dales they smile then they pout. A burst of joy but then it fails. Cycles, cycles, for us romantics... those words we cry, despite such dark and sculpted semantics, the poets always starve and ebb away. despite our futile chance to scry. The sun can rise another day leave me in the dark for now it's oft times for the better to hide the way we buck and bow. Or so we like to say. Heaven's gates would open wide if only we hoped, if only we tried. Sadly, though, our day is come with us awry inside our shells perhaps we'll not be cast amid the garrish hells perhaps we've simply died. Perhaps our yearnings took a toll upon our hearts upon your soul.
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Post by Decieved by the Truth on Mar 9, 2006 11:54:39 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*tries to chew the monitor*
that didnt work...but nice poem [/glow]
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Post by Lobstrosity on Mar 28, 2006 0:11:48 GMT -5
The Farmer and the Aliens
by Andrew Genz Once upon a time there was a farmer who worked on a farm. The farmer worked really hard every day, and at harvest time he harvested a lot of crops. Then one day a comet crashed into the field and ruined it. Out of the comet came swarms of aliens. They killed the farmer and ate all his crops. One of the aliens wanted to go home, but in the end they decided to build a farm and raise crops. They worked very hard and at the end of the season they harvested all the crops. Then one day the FBI came and took them to Area 51 where they were dissected and preserved. THE END
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 27, 2006 21:29:57 GMT -5
Nice story Lobs, however, I noticed that you had the aliens eat the crops that they apparently burned. Oh well. Well, up next for me is my "song" that I have lovingly titled: "Love doesn't kill" it's a sorta satire on how people always complain about how love is a bitch. I havn't organized it or worked out the rhythem, yet, but I will one day. This is just what I basically what it will be:
My girlfriend left me today for another one of those male types. Left me with "it's me it's not you." then we said our goodbyes. it was the constant nagging about my gripes then again.... she always did like the good-lookin' guys
I see those lonely people in the hallways yeah, but they don't know what I feel no this is much worse I'm stuck with my curse they're only high-school fall-aways
Since when was life like TV, with all this junk happening to me? maybe television's not a good education... It really sucks and I don't understand... where's the disclaimer: "just a dramatization!"?
Love doesn't kill it takes a while to realize sit back and let it flow don't think to rationalize. Life is just a game so let's all just play along at least we all should try
It'll take you in, bring you on a ride use you for its thrills then destroy all of your pride grab your stomach and wrench it from your inside rend apart your feelings without making a sound it'll maim you, throw you down bear its fangs and maul you while you're on the ground tear you apart leave you bleeding with a broken heart... But.... at least it doesn't kill
Yeah, love doesn't kill...
People do
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Post by chica on Apr 29, 2006 10:47:32 GMT -5
good songs kiddo and good story lobbs (i think) anyway hello everyone I havn't been on in a long time but w/e um...yeah so ready for the end of the school year?
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 3, 2006 23:22:41 GMT -5
I feel like ranting.
Isn't it funny how we always want the things we can't have? I mean, if we get what we want, we strive for something better... but once you think about it, is that really a bad thing? If we get what we want and a door of opportunity closes, what happens when we find out that we're now stuck in a padded room in a strait jacket with no open windows to jump out of? If we keep chasing after the unatainable, aren't we all the better for it? Is it bad that we push outselves beyond our limits trying to get that which we want most? When all is said and done, I think the people that keep after what they want are the best people. Those that stop when they get what they think they want are just blind. Contentment and Happiness are funny things, I generally think it's impossible to have either one. However, I have felt happy and I have felt content. The only times this ever happens is when I keep dashing forward to get what I want. When I stop on reality's behalf, I lose my sense of purpose. Even if what we're chasing is impossible to reach, is an impossible goal that keeps us happy a bad thing? I suppose you could argue that such futile dreams can only lead to depression, eventually. But so can being locked in a padded room with no corners to hide in. Everything is depressing. I guess the secret to life is to find the depressing things that can make us happy for a while and go after them until something new comes along. It isn't good to live in a fantasy world, but it isn't good to deprive yourself of the only thing you'll ever really be able to reach in this world, either.
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 6, 2006 14:39:00 GMT -5
Hmm. About my story, I said the aliens ruined the field. Maybe they ate the crop the farmer had stored in a silo or something. Interesting song. Interesting.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jun 4, 2006 23:33:07 GMT -5
Well, this one's been ringing around in my mind for more than a year now... ever since I tried thinking of a better way to say "sweet dreams". This one is strangely less cynical that most things I write... it actually turned out a bit different than I expected. Then again, if you look at it right, it's almost like a song about neglect and suicide. But that's just if you look too close. Here we go with Tender Delusions:
I see you've gone away. you keep on moving like life won't let you stop today. Some day's aren't so fun, my friend when there's only one assurance that's soothing. that's all that I can wish you when it's all at its end. and so, my friend, sweet dreams. with comfort and indolency what's so wrong with fantasies? they're the only place where all is as it seems.
They say don't let it fall astray don't let it sit and while you daydream and shirk responsibility. but when it's all so hard when we're all so crowded there's only one escape for me it's like reality's shrouded when you blow it all away. with comfort and indolency, what's so wrong with fantasy? they're the only place where things are as they seem.
we've all gone our seperate ways even though I'm not moving I'll always hate this life anyways. Someday's not so far away, my friend that's when I'll wake up, if it's soothing that's the only hope I give you when this is at its end drop this life and shed all the confusions come see this lovely point-of-view with comfort and indolency I wish that you could see...
Tender delusions... even if they're all illusions I won't ever wake up with my face of grieving and optimism make-up. tender delusions, hopeful dreams. With comfort and indolency there's nothing wrong with fantasy where all is as it seems.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Aug 7, 2006 3:51:15 GMT -5
My feelings while writing this? Mostly anger and confusion. If you can't figure it out in the context of the poem, I tend to mean one word to mean another, I'll let you guys guess, though. Now it's on to: (It's all I was feeling,) The Day You Left (and Why) Every time it's just ado Every time we make cliche I hate this, hate this covert tether the way we speak for awhile Every time that we're together
Every time you take my breath Every time you call my name I hate how, hate how you're to blame When I play this guessing game Every time its all my shame
Every time I look at you Every time you turn away Every time you catch my eyes Every time in every way I hate you, hate you so much The way you make me shudder Every time we touch
Everybody has a limit and I'm fast approaching mine
I hate the, hate the word love but it's all that I can use when the real word won't apply yeah, it's a ruse hey ain't I sly? don't try a reversal or it's wasted rehearsal that was the day you left (and why) so why can't I say I "love" you? I guess I "hate" you too much.
Every time you look at me Every time you turn my way It's just my "heart" that yearns unlike my "mind" It's like it never learns Oh how "so cliche"
(I'll give you a hint if you hadn't figured out the words: Read though the poem again, this time swap the words "hate" and "love") see what you think. Sorry to ruin it if you liked the mystery.)
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Post by Cloud on Aug 9, 2006 20:47:17 GMT -5
Nice poem I think... I dont have time to read all of it.. Speakers taste cruddy....
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Post by Kagome on Aug 13, 2006 0:48:28 GMT -5
I wrote this poem many years ago.
WISH
I wish I could have you For all to see Never to go Always to keep
But wishing it will never make it happen Maybe I should take some action.
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