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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Patrick

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  1. You know, I feel like forcing a rhyme, Go on rhymezone.com and find something to pass the time. Doesn't even have to be that good, Just has to be something you could... RHYME You just start putting thoughts on a page- Does that really rhyme with vacuum gauge ? Now that just sounds a bit stupid, Oh shit, the only word I can use is cupid. Because...RHYME This structure just feels forced Rhymezone tells me a word to use is "horst" So you go to Google, what does it mean? Wikipedia comes to your aid you're very keen. Hey, that's a RHYME! "Horst is a raised block bounded by normal faults" Allow me to dance a little waltz. I've just learned something extraordinary, I think my balls are a little bit hairy... Wait, that's not the RHYME- -that I wanted to use, it's too dirty My keyboard has keys that spell qwerty That's a lie, my keyboard is French It only says AZERTY And that don't RHYME This poem is breaking down, going down the drain These rhymes have become somewhat of a pain Coming up with them is mostly a strain My searching of rhymezone.com is not in vain Pride I can't even feign Tonight poetry I have slain Fucking with my own brain But who is to gain? Certainly not Spain? HOLA! This has become a stupid exercise in form A form that has been broken and twisted It is the new norm And I have not been unassisted (by rhymezone.com) RHYME! Rhyme as if your life depended on it! Show off your whit! (by rhymezone.com) It says you should use palm, qualm, prom, spalm or rhomb RHYME! This poem is mostly done My point is : none! I have no burp gun Nor do I have a blow gun But I've had fun With this RHYME! thyme - tasty ! slime - slippery ! dime - ooh money ! crime - oh no ! grime - dirty ! prime : 2 3 5 7 11 13 17 19 - infinitely many ! mime -let's start again !
  2. Sometimes you just sit down. And WRITE! Get the thoughts out ! SHOUT THEM!
  3. I have a friend. Let me repeat that. I. Have. A. Friend. Despite everything. Someone who is there. Who believes. More than I do. No...that is wrong. I don't believe. He does. It is enough. It has to be. I...have a friend.
  4. There is a hunger You want it No....no... You need...IT Some call it addic- Shhh! That's a nasty word. It's nothing bad. Just something to help... Help you get through... Each and every...day? But... But... You doubt, you fear? But it's always...there Silence your fears. Silence... Silence... Blessed...silence... You need it. That is enough. More than enough. Way more...
  5. Tomorrow is a long way away... Three, four maybe even five... How many do you need? How many to pass the... night? Come the morrow, Count the cost? Survival? Lies? And then again. Three, four...five Or even six? The daily toll, Tick tock... Tick Tock... Lies... Lies, LIES! Comfortable...bloody...fucking...LIES! Yes... Yes... Just one more?
  6. Hello dear old friend. Just you and me tonight. Seems to be an ongoing trend. Together, we pass the night. Nothing around the bend. Is this our plight? Nothing to really mend. Should that give me a fright? Are you even a friend? Not quite...
  7. Life... Sometimes you are a passenger Looking through a window, Trying to make sense of the world outside Life... Just a bloody passenger Someone else in the driver's seat Charting a course you just follow Life... Fuck being a passenger Don't you want to drive from time to time? Life... So now you're driving. Oh, I pity you...
  8. Been talking with a dear friend tonight. The following poems flowed out. There is some language below, you've been warned.
  9. Usernames and display names have been merged compared to the previous version. This means that your displayed name might have changed, but your login information hasn't. Please post here if you find any other issues.
  10. ...then you are on the new, freshly updated, forums. Welcome!
  11. The wind whispers woven words The stream sings soft songs The ocean offers oblivion The ship slowly sails...away Crypt, I really liked the alliteration going on, of course, being me, I had to break it in the last line. Because structure in poems is made to be played with. ;p Next line: The snow-capped mountains of hell
  12. Stones thrown through a glass heart - Poor, fragile thing - Will it break apart? Will the pain sting? Hammer blows of emotion to the mind - Flashes of light to the blind - Will it go mad? All emotions drained sad? Or will the glimmer of hope prevail? Will she be able to lift the veil? Her touch breaking - Walls shattering - Hope Love? Lost? Next line: Please stay...just another day
  13. Well, we'd need at least five or six players if we can get that, I'll mod it. Don't expect daily posts from me either, work has gotten crazy recently.
  14. Unfortunately, looks like we don't have enough.
  15. As it seems that Tanny is still busy with real life stuff, I've had an idea for a werewolf game, while we wait for her to get back. You would all be members of a "peaceful" pack of werewolves, living on the distant fringes of a human settlement, living happily while killing sheep and the occasional lone human who graces our territory with his presence. Unbeknownst to you all, a human has infiltrated the pack, and is trying to bring you all down from the inside. So, in werewolf terms: the werewolves would be villagers the human infiltrator would be the wolf seer/baner could be added if player numbers were high Would anyone be interested in such a game?
  16. ...ello...ello...echo...Echo...ECHO!
  17. In the dark of the moon There lies a spoon These rhymes are crap You should not clap This poem is just so bad Oh it is really sad Next line: The worst decision that turned out well
  18. raindrops fat sluggish raindrops fall to their deaths dissolving in puddles of clear water losing shape identity dissolving the skies weep in anguish each tear another raindrop drop dissolving
  19. They can only see his smiles A pathetic facade Of everything he hides
  20. What these old bones know... Civilizations rise and fall ...and fall Mountains grow and erode ...and erode Rivers flow and dry up ...and dry up What these old bones know... Gnawed upon by time Next line: Foolishness to even think
  21. Tibbs was once someone different, a man with a past he no longer even mentions. All the people of Bree know is that as long as most of them have lived Tibbs has sat in the same corner of the Prancing Pony, nursing the same cracked wooden tankard which was only occasionally refilled. How he had lived for so long and where he got the money for all he drinks, only very few know, and they never come to visit... In reality Tibbs is one of the Dunedaìn, a ranger of the North, a man broken by the death of his wife about a century ago. He's probably about 150-160, but for a Dunedaìn, looks older, after decades of abuse through alcohol. He is by no means rich, but unbeknownst to him, his former companions still take care of him, leaving regular payments for his room at the inn.
  22. I'm off for the weekend, and only back on Monday evening, but definitely interested. Character to come.
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