This is a bit of a forum game, but at the same time it has the capacity to result in a bit of poetry, so it goes here. I'm going to supply a line of poetry, and the following poster is to create a poem using the line I gave as their first. Along with their poem, they supply a line for the next person to write poetry on. No restrictions on the type of line or poetry; just keep the line open ended.
A waffle and his lonely mountain, And all the amazing things he's got, A pancake house and a chocolate fountain, Oh, and the soda lake, I almost forgot.
But this little waffle leaves it all for good, Because all his stuff did not bring him joy, He realized that his purpose as food, Is to sate the hunger of a girl or boy.
Now all that's left is a lonely mountain, With a pancake house and chocolate fountain.
I don't get it... Why are all the people mad? Why are all the people sad? Why is the world corrupt? Why are the banks bankrupt? When is the world right? When all we see if much trife Will there be a 2012? Or is the world, going to hell? What is the point of this? The readers could take a piss. Why see the point? If it is but pointless?
My usage of language may not be entirely correct here. :P If anyone ninja's me I will eat their brains.
How about a smile? To grace your fair face, Where is thy joy? O where hast it been placed? The heavens can't shine when you do not beam, The world dost grow dark; a nightmarish dream. Don't speak of the qualms that plague thy fair heart, Don't think of the eons we must spend apart. Think of music; raising our voices high, The strength of our songs lifting to the skies. So smile; the world shall open just for thee, Hopefully in eden, you shall find me. We shall dance our dances and sing grand songs, And in eden we shall be done no wrongs.
Eden twas we were created, twas there that wretched tree was rooted, twas there my love onced rested her head, twas there she did what was forbidden, twas there i bit that apple, and had forsaken us all ..... twas there i lay my shame, and threw my mind away twas there passion first over-whelmed a man's mind and body alike twas there we became one..... tis now i feel no regret tis now we live on tis now we MOVE on though i may no longer exist, NOR have ever existed, LIFE carries on EVOLUTION IS BLISS
Evolution is bliss, It's answers without a price, The problem with the alternative is this; It's brainwashing in disguise.
For every thing it will teach, The truth is buried in lies, Until it's out of reach, And no one even tries.
This is more about religion in ye olde times... You know, when the Church could put someone in house arrest because they claimed the earth wasn't the center of the universe. Religion's not as harmful nowadays, and I mean no offense by this.
Order to combat chaos It's raining in the streets The knife will only go so deep The man in black He looks for not of that
This is... The Order to combat chaos!! Epic Drum solos everywhere Guitarist tripping over their hair Women being lazy ****s Getting rid of men with no nuts The Order to Combat Chaos Is everywhere.
This is what happens when I don't know what to write for a topic.
The lazy dog that barked From the side Of the languid road Curling through the Melted hills. And what of the soft Trees that sag Their bark hanging loose Too lazy to move And the dog lies Silent and cold Too lazy to live.
my soul is orange with burning rage and pinned up aggresion like a tiger in a zoo cage, i lie in wait at a moments notice for but 1 mistake that sets me free to retake pride once taken, loosed and out of control i will maim, rip, tear, destroy, devour, and claw at the confides of this world alien to my nature, men, women, children, NONE are safe from this orange fury, but of course u wouldnt be dumb enough to make that mistake, would u?
Between my fangs you will feel The darkened gaze of death. And as my jaws bite down You'll breathe your final breath. I'll devour all of your heart, Your soul and dreams are mine, And as you struggle to be free, Only rusty chains you'll find. Who am I? You ask as I coil, Inside my hellish lair, And I say, grin spreading wide, I am called despair.
Some of the lines people picked from even farther back were worse.
Despair Hits me, after... Oh, how long has it been? I don't even know anymore in this infinite darkness that no light can penetrate.
sanity vanishing, if its not already left me. with no one to talk to... except the rocks I'm fine with just sitting here waiting...waiting...waiting...
