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Be cool.
Be calm.
Be collected.

Traits in a leader.
Marks of legends.

Be cool.
Be calm.
Be collected.

Philosophy to live by.
Mantra to recite.

Be cool.
Be calm.
Be collected.


Icy winds howl over the frost covered mountains.

Kyouzou, though that was a wonderful poem, you didn't go by the rules of the thread. The next line was:

Don't let me go

The person who uses this line should use Kyouzou's next line.

Considering there was a poem, albeit against the rules after your first line, along with multiple posts. I improvised.

Thanks.

Ok, I see. Try your best to stick with the rules though. And, if you do improvise, don't write another line for it; it messes up the balance.
Thanks!

Icy winds howl over the frozen mountains
They race down the sides
Through valleys down to the plains
There warmed and buoyant
They swirl and play among the fields of grain
Until they rise again
To howl their way back down the mountains

Everyone has an angle

Don't let me go,
For your world is unknown,
To me, and I just can't hide,
These things I know.

Someone must have told you,
The ashes buried here,
Were left with a secret,
Something I can't tell you.

Though your trees whisper,
Your world will fall apart,
Around you, breaking bones,
And making skin blister.

I'll only tell you how,
If you don't let me go,
How I filled that hole,
Forever filled now.

Awkward rhyming is awkward...

Last howl of the prairie hound.

Last howl of the prairie hound.
Its such a beautiful sound.
With it,carries the end of the day.
Its a wonderful thing, I say.

Yea, I know its corny but it rhymed.

As I hang the ornaments on the tree.

As I hang the ornaments on the tree,
I realize that this is not me.
I know i should be happy.
But life makes me feel crappy.
I hope that things get better.
Cuz im sick of bien down...

Go away.

Go away.
Now.
Never liked you,
never will.

Go away.
Now.
Hated you then,
hate you still.

Go away.
Now.
You're annoying,
You're a pill.

Go away.
Now.
I want you gone,
You make me ill.

The more the merrier

The more the merrier
Said the cannibal to a clown
Causing more clowns to arrive
And leading the cannibals to say
This tastes funny
Did you really just do that?

Did you really just do that?
Or is this just an illusion?
This moment, this feeling
It could shatter,
as easily as what you did.

So don't leave me here.
This little bubble of happiness
Encases me in its isolation,
Its blind joy,
Destroying every other concern that dares
to exist.

This pain

This pain
I feel
neverending
someone make it stop

Now the
world turns
to black
pain is over

Now for a challenge: a spanish first line. >
los palabras de amor

Los palabras de amor,
They're really paper thin.
Showing off their glamour,
Shining from within.

Los palabros de odio,
They carry such a weight.
Scarring those who see them,
Killing those who touch.

I hate it when I get so into my poem that I forget to write a next line.

There's a stone in my palm

there is a stone in my palm
I grip it hard as falls the napalm
killing my family, destroying the village
them demons killing people for money and millage
a forest now burned, in nature now a scar
A bomber above, machine-guns mounted on a car
then comes an explosion, blowing me from my feet
as artillery strikes, straight from demon's fleet
of ships of destruction, an army to kill
we wanted to be free, now we are paying the bill
for going equal, for wanting to unite with peace
though war pigs bring us death, like the point did we miss
then as quiet takes in, suddenly another blow
blowing away the roof, which I am below
then agony takes in, so much unmistakable pain
troops storming houses, bombs like rain
then I lose grasp, on floor my head smacks
and then suddenly, everything goes black

hurray for vietnam war reference anyway here is the line:

sitting in the park, eating a bagle