I CHALLANGE ALL WRITERS TO A GAME
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Thread Topic: I CHALLANGE ALL WRITERS TO A GAME
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i think i can write some of the sades mose depressing sh1t out thare try to write stuff more depressing than me you win if not you fail we will have others judge the work we do deal?
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I was cut up
Fried
And then devoured
That's how I felt inside
And that is how I still feel
After all this time
nothing has changed...
I suck, so screw you. -
hiki........... if u ment that it was good i kinda took it as an emo insult tho
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That's all I got though.
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well atleast you tryed dont worry about how it looks or sounds follow your heart and write what you feel
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but its highly adictive u start haveing a sertian darkeness and slant ryme to almost everythin you say poetry kinda becomes an accent ive kept well hid till now
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Very well, I accept your challange SOA, I can't believe I said that...I have a bad feeling about this.
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I will post a sad story later on today
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Fine, I'll write poetry and stories later on, I'm too tired now.
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DragonzEye NewbieOkay here it is....
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I never realized how hard it was to breath
Whenever you leave.
Because, now that you're gone, my heart is finding it hard to keep beating
As your memory is fleeting.
I start to forget, that’s what makes me scared
I want to believe you still care.
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Rose petals catch my tears.
The thorns are my only fears.
The rain starts to pound,
My feet race across the ground.
I'm going nowhere fast,
So I lay in the grass.
The thunder pulses with my heart,
How was letting you go smart?
My world flashes through memories with the lightning,
The last flashback was of us fighting.
I cringe away from the memory,
And stare through my tears, trying to see.
I finger the rose, then prick one of my fingers,
Letting the blood linger.
I don't feel it,
Because you've slit
My heart,
And I’m still bleeding love.
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DragonzEye NewbieThere was a happy family.
Until the father started drinking.
He was about to die from drinking so much, when he murdered his baby daughter and his wife.
His son was left in the darkness.
That night he had a nightmare.
A horrible, terrible nightmare.
He saw his mother being dammed to hell, wrapped in chains, and beaten with whips.
They made her lay on a bed of nails.
They made her lay on a bed of hard, hot rocks.
They made her bathe in lava.
Then, the son died of a fright.
The devil made him jump of a clff and land in a pool of chop knives.
They made him blow his head of with a bazooka.
They ripped his hair out.
They carved the alphabet on his back using a pocket knife.
They left him alone with a pack of hungry wolves.
He went to a bar in hell and bought weed and lots of boos.
He drank so much that he went to the ocean of lava, and ripped his body to shreads before drowining himself there.
His alive sister was trying to live with out pain.
She dumped her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend came back and killed her as payback.
She went to heaven.
As she lay asleep on a cloud, the devil snuck up on her, and killed her.
That's was drinking and drugs can do t a family. -
DragonzEye NewbieThat was so depressing that it made me cry while I was writing it.
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DragonzEye Newbieit doesn't rhyme, but it's still somewhat poetry..... i think.
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