A
B
as in
negative,
AB negative,
the rarest of human blood types.
A
B
as in
negative,
AB negative,
the rarest of human blood types.
bang!
bang!
He's dead.
That bad guy
who waltzed on my bed
I took my gun, and shot him dead.
Too much Dr. Seuss, I think.
Last edited by Silas Thorne; 02-19-2009 at 04:55 AM.
Bond
Bond
James, Bond
It's shaken
not stirred, he takes it.
Lock up your daughters, he's coming.
Right...
so...
that's that
then, isn't it?
She looks at the ground,
the imprint of his shoes, leaving.
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I
lost
this thread
then Fifth came
and wrote a poem.
Now I can write more fibs here too.
Last edited by Silas Thorne; 03-07-2009 at 05:07 PM.
More
fibs,
oh joy!
Calculate,
enumerate your
love of digitised poetry.
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This
life
lingers,
hesitates,
discovers something,
accumulates, dissipates. Gone.
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wait!
yes,
there's more
if only
I can get it out...
no, I'm not sure what to write now.
Light
Dark
unite
together
seeking the balance
which will sustain all existence
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Rain.
Falls.
Stopping.
Starts again.
Echoes of thunder
reflected in dampening ground.
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Night
stars
shining
high above
and watching over
all our stolen eternities
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Yak,
Yak!
Spare me,
Have mercy,
I can take no more . . .
Of your inane drivel.
I
We
you all
sing 'em out
the words are made up
but the song still remains the same.
---getting a feel for it---
form
fit
color
kept in line
coloring book style
just picture perfect pixels please
---Out of ammo---
drip
drip
word drip
a build up
not exponential
but quick enough to make you think.
Your
hand
on my
hand reminds
me of that trip to
Blackpool, mid-March, your lips warming.
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Black
rose
broken
in my heart
your cries to the moon
I close my eyes and shut it out
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
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