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Title: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 29, 2012, 06:13:31 PM
Well since the poetry thing keeps happening I'm making a topic for it. Do whatever you like, follow any style. Shakespeare to slam poetry to dis raps. Go at it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 03, 2012, 04:01:43 AM
Uber topic Coryn. Makes things easier.


A-M Random Poetry. A 'poem' i did years ago.




Age allays an allusion

Belonging befriends but befuddlement

Creation crashes community

Dread deserves dinstinction

Elegance elongates everything's eventual end. Ergo eddifies end.

Folly finds freedom from foundation. Fornication forms frosty friendships

Gracious gatherings gather gluttons

Hellish hands handle horrors. Has He had happy hauntings?

Intention in intelligence is international illusion.

Jeremaids jail a Jubilee's jaw.

Knights of the Knives. Knives of the night.

Luminiscent lies lock-up lords. Lavish lores level lands.

Mordecai's madness may make more malice. Many men may meet Morpheus.

However mad it sounds, It may make many sense.



Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 03, 2012, 12:38:06 PM
dark much
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 03, 2012, 06:49:02 PM
It's depressing but it's a good kind of depressing. :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 03, 2012, 07:01:22 PM
Haha, now that you mention it >.> I wrote it some time back though so i'm less dark, well, at least i hope so.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 09, 2012, 07:15:57 AM
Just like Tangleweed
You creep up to me
Silent and deadly-like
You’re my vice
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 09, 2012, 01:46:04 PM
fufufufu

Had a great idea while out at the bars last night.

Mother, *censored*ing, rap offs.

One raider must challenge another, the other raider must then accept. It is then up the the challenger to initiate the battle. Each contestant gets 2 rounds. so like A>B>A>B.

No real need for winners or losers even though i called it a battle. let's just have some fun guys. bonus internetz if you actually go so far as to record your bits.

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 09, 2012, 02:09:39 PM
lol... im in for the fun of it  :biggrin: haha..
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 09, 2012, 02:19:15 PM
sounds like a plan, so when do we start
by the time i'm done ya'll be rollin out on a cart

 8)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 09, 2012, 02:29:52 PM
start whenever you like. all you must do is make the challenge.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 09, 2012, 02:40:32 PM
I CHALLENGE YOU CORYN SKEN
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 09, 2012, 02:42:56 PM
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH SSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll do it.

As challenger, you must initiate.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 09, 2012, 02:56:30 PM
wwwaaaaiiiittt!!! i have to make popcorn!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 09, 2012, 02:57:56 PM
*assumes persona of legomaestro

the applause already flying
you're on the floor dying
the deal already done the battle already won
got to catch you up to the business that went down
when i delivered nauseous layers of sick sound

friendly fire, friendly fire
the dj's scream as they fall off their booths
decimated by my delectable detestable proclamations
causing mass evacuation of your mettle mind n station
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 09, 2012, 03:32:58 PM
You say I'm on the floor dying?
But I'm not even close, you're f*cking lying!
Out of my way boy, it's time to clear the street.
It may be hard to face me, so try to stay on your feet.

This battle you have no chance of winning.
I'm probably going to hurt your feelings.
But you know what son? I do not care, for your fancy mechanical wheelings!

See I'm the king of this board.
You can't hope to stand against the hoard.
Cause I'll beat you down with an ugly stick.
And send you right back to your Lord!

Run while you still have the chance.
I'll soon be crawling under your skin.
You'll never be able to win this dance!
Cause I'm Coryn F*cking Sken!

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 10, 2012, 08:21:31 AM
ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh! You gonna let that slide lego?

Lol this is funny!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 10, 2012, 08:36:11 AM
Hehe, sorta ran out of steam there.

Coryn f-ing sken? More like i-cannot-ken
if you saw these fangs then you would know then
I'm unbeatable unstoppable in-*censored*ing-conceivable
i make gods go home whining that i'm impossible

yeah you got an ego going on
and perhaps a lot of battle-juice
but i've got a reputation light-years long
so you'd better vamoose

I do it simple rise like the sun
my mic's a 44. no need for a gun
And if your sufficiently schooled at how this *censored* is done
Then do your kuupu step already: turn tail and run

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 10, 2012, 09:00:29 AM
*Crowd goes nuts*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 10, 2012, 12:59:35 PM
Lego you forget you furry little fool
Not hard to beat you, I'll just throw you in the pool.
Without me you'd be nothin.
Just another fool laying down in his coffin!
Where were you before you started battling me?
That's right you're scared straight stiff and hiding in a tree!

Killed you once!
Beat you twice!
Sent you flying and thrashed you thrice!
Angel metal? Don't make me laugh!
I'm the one who set your training on the right path!
This battle was over before it began!
Meet me on the plains of war and I'll dump you in the can!

I will not run!
I will not fall!
I'll break your gun and end this brawl!
You think you're so big! A real fat cat!
But I'll knock you to the ground, and never look back.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 10, 2012, 01:08:19 PM
T-T

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 13, 2012, 01:13:41 PM
soo... that happened.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 13, 2012, 01:31:35 PM
Yes. It did.

Reminds me of epic rap battles of history. What if monster drew up some looping animated sprites (or us even, ms paint style) and we go at these battles like they do? I think if we have someone cook up a nice beat i can go for this totally. It'd be MR Rap Battles.

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 13, 2012, 01:47:52 PM
that'd be cool.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 13, 2012, 02:47:05 PM
i think they have some drum beats that are just knda generic that you can do it to.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 13, 2012, 03:45:28 PM
Shoot I'll try to make the beats. I may be an amateur but I'm willing to try. Also, anybody wanna start a rhyme game? I"ll start if you guys want. 
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 13, 2012, 05:32:29 PM
 i was gonna make up a rhyme sayin that you should, but everything i typed was just nonsense and no good.
but please go on and start this little game, cause it's the reason that i came.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 18, 2012, 09:41:43 AM
Crap! Forgot about this. Now I feel terrible. :( Anyways lets get this started.

I am a god who can bend the mere fabric of reality.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 18, 2012, 10:30:39 AM
wait! i am going to make a rhyme to what you said? lol
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 18, 2012, 10:41:12 AM
lol it's not that hard Musik. Give it a shot, or you can wait for someone else to take a crack at it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 18, 2012, 10:53:42 AM
oh no that's not the problem i just didnt understand how the game worked


I am a god who can bend the mere fabric of reality.

But I smell like cod, and have no concern for flattery.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 18, 2012, 11:13:23 AM
My power is limitless, never coming to a stop.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 18, 2012, 12:41:18 PM
what digilance! you only think your on top.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 18, 2012, 12:54:43 PM
My mere presence sparks flames, the world is set ablaze.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 18, 2012, 03:54:00 PM
your so obsessed to make a name, reaching for those minutes of fame.
up the challenge! if you dare. two lines, i think, would be fair.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 18, 2012, 04:13:43 PM
Finishing up my assignments from my dark lair
Thinking of her across the hallways, my lady fair
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 18, 2012, 04:43:04 PM
Swagging off a million, throwing money in the air
Spitting sick rhymes, while I'm picking my awesome hair
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 18, 2012, 04:49:04 PM
I'll start a new thing every time i sing
the cascade of tears from the crowd rejuvinating
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on November 18, 2012, 04:54:28 PM
My mouth is like a cooler, my flow is cold as ice
Those who dare to compete scurry like little mice
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 19, 2012, 10:19:40 AM


You eat kinda sloopy, in your tooth is rice.
you forgot your comma, but i guess it will suffice.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 19, 2012, 01:03:01 PM
wouldn't this make more sense. Instead of you just rhyming with yourself, if you have the first and second line have different endings. So the next person has to match both of them. And then they themselves post two more lines like this.

That way everybody has to match two separate rhymes. And also create two separate rhymes.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 19, 2012, 02:40:45 PM
Um.... you mean: First person AB,AB. CD,CD  Second person CD,CD  EF,EF  ??

that would make more sense... and be alittle more um... structured?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 19, 2012, 04:41:52 PM
let's say you have two lines. two different endings

line 1
line 2

I would match those

rhyme 1
rhyme 2

then add my own

line 3
line 4
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 19, 2012, 07:00:55 PM
OH! ok. LETS DO IT!!!!!!!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 20, 2012, 12:19:43 AM
Bonjour i say, have a nice day
the cat man has come out to play
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 20, 2012, 01:11:47 AM
As an example, this I shall say
You shall not find me, rolling in ze hay

Tick tock goes the clock
Running 'round the city square
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 20, 2012, 01:24:12 AM
The moon is cheese, the clouds are geese
Sanity mopes in its lair

The day is old the sun swims in the sea
And the twilight people dance
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 20, 2012, 01:28:25 AM
geese doesn't rhyme with clock <.<
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 20, 2012, 04:06:10 AM
I was rhyming square with lair >.>
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 20, 2012, 09:59:41 AM
*has to go watch young frankenstein again*

lego FAIL

As an example, this I shall say
You shall not find me, rolling in ze hay

Tick tock goes the clock
Running 'round the city square

Little children throwing rocks
cross them if you dare

sunlight through the window
snow from under the door       

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on November 20, 2012, 12:31:56 PM
See. Musick's got it. You have to match two rhymes. Then make two more.

Clutching to my pillow
Lost forever more

This is my final testament
The world is falling fast
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Tostificer on November 20, 2012, 12:54:06 PM
Now I am hesitant
I knew it would never last

The images in my mind
The pain, sorrow and fear
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 20, 2012, 01:23:54 PM
They are my bitter wine
i squeeze out my last tear

As i fall in a vacuum
I clutch for a string of hope
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 20, 2012, 05:49:22 PM
What the heck rhymes with vaccum...

looking up at the black moon
now I'm hanging by a swinging rope


I heard foot steps up the steps
creaking one by one
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 27, 2012, 02:03:26 AM
They sounded like the bumbling way of a schelp
and i waited for the knock to come

Sitting at wooden table
it's surfaces etched with ancient graffiti
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on November 27, 2012, 08:48:06 AM
Thinking I would never be able
So I gave up and flew to Tahiti!

I should have tried harder
Now Im miles behind


We should try to make the rhymes go together!!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 27, 2012, 03:46:39 PM
But my body's faster
than my hesitant mind

I began my impromptu race
went across the world: just me and my suitcase
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on December 10, 2012, 03:22:49 PM
I'm writing a story in sonnets

A MIDWINTER NIGHT’S DAYDREAM


Four fresh mods stood on the street corner.

All faces happy: and without sadness.

None suspecting they may soon be mourners.

Yet approaching them: a man full of madness.

Toast was the first to suspect there was something amiss.

A flick of cold wind: lashing against his cheek.

Soon however, in his ears did he hear a hiss.

The world around him: suddenly becoming bleak.

Feet slammed against his face, Coryn’s body perpendicular against him.

Soon he flew, bouncing along the lane.

The others stood back, their supposed comrade seemingly doing this on a whim.

Coryn still stood, face smiling as if winning a game.

“There is something for you to know, a decree that must be met.”

“You have not known it, but your training is not over yet.”
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Tostificer on December 10, 2012, 03:37:02 PM
You kick me in the face and then proceed to tell me that I have to work harder.

AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? ;_;
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on December 10, 2012, 04:18:41 PM
kicking you in the face is my way of showing i care.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on December 10, 2012, 05:48:29 PM
Ah... i see now.
"no daddy!!! don't hit me again!!"
"it's because i love you!!!!" 
*dies*

oh dear... coryn... i think you have issues
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on December 10, 2012, 07:17:24 PM
I'm a psychopath, not a child abuser <.<
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: suuper-san on December 11, 2012, 02:39:12 PM
those two tend to overlap :P

(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/99/Venn0001.svg/384px-Venn0001.svg.png)

that red bit in the middle is you, coryn :P
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on December 11, 2012, 02:39:42 PM
lol
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on December 11, 2012, 04:18:53 PM
please stop before i end up on some FBI watchlist  :sadbye:

really, you make it sound like i'm a horrible person.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: suuper-san on December 11, 2012, 04:41:31 PM
i merely analyse the data in front of me , if i reach a certain conclusion it is due to the data pointing in that direction.

if one admits to being a psychopath, moments after kicking a child (toast) to the ground by his face, the result is said venn diagram and conclusion :P

and so ends my thesis
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on December 11, 2012, 07:09:44 PM
i don't think anyone could classify toasty as a child, and in a genre where physical comedy is high on the list, you're really overblowing it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: suuper-san on December 12, 2012, 09:05:05 AM
yeah i know :P
it just went with the flow (whether it was there or not i don't know, but i went with it :P)
sorry if you get arrested in the next few days....

we all know you are a kind hearted person, coryn :heart:
no one would ever really believe you were anything other than a psychopath :)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on December 12, 2012, 11:38:37 AM
and child abuser WONDERFUL PERSON.....  :ninja:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on December 12, 2012, 11:51:20 AM
fixed that for you.

anyrate. we're waaaaaaaay off topic.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on December 12, 2012, 12:55:41 PM
Whoa, no kidding.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: suuper-san on December 12, 2012, 05:06:00 PM
first time i laughed in a while on that last edit, coryn nice job :P

as you requested back on topic:

the day slowly moved past my window
i watched the trees and flowers grow
what makes me sad and want to cry
is that it's worse than watching paint dry

:P
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: h_musick on December 14, 2012, 02:11:34 PM
fixed that for you.

anyrate. we're waaaaaaaay off topic.

 :blink: whoa...

okokokokokok...

are we still continuin others poems??
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on December 14, 2012, 02:22:20 PM
you can do whatever. It's always open mic night at the poetry house.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on December 15, 2012, 02:37:57 PM
Something i wrote for xmas. Need input because i'll be writing some along with my MR story...

ahem

1

Though they might not be snow, i know,

I can still wish you a white, covering calm.

Enjoy the festivities, all night and day,

And have a Merry Christmas, all the way!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on December 31, 2012, 06:11:52 PM
All i got is bleeding feet

dancing to the new year beat

" man oh man he's really neat, take a look at his dancing feet"

party party all the time

bother minds with silly rhymes

" dude man dude he's really drunk, watch him do some funny funk"

watch him do some funny funk

watch him do some funny funk

watch him do some funny funk (funny funk, funny funk)

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on December 31, 2012, 07:20:40 PM
not bad. seems like a bit much repetition at the end though
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on December 31, 2012, 07:42:01 PM
Yeah well it sounded better with the tune in my head hehe
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: suuper-san on January 01, 2013, 03:45:12 AM
figured it was more of a song :P
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Yee199 on February 04, 2013, 05:15:17 PM
Come little children, come with me, your parent’s warnings you won’t heed.

Now little children please don’t run; that will only ruin the fun.

Please little children don’t you squirm; these very tight ropes will hold you firm.

Oh little children you smell so sweet, let me start with your little feet.

Up your body I shall go; fast I shall as the others are growing cold.

Now little children you weren't clever, now you will stay with me forever.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on February 05, 2013, 04:42:15 PM
I can't tell if it's a happy poem or a scary one. Reminded me of Kids by MGMT for a while and then for some reason it got scary in the end there.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Shavian on March 14, 2013, 03:54:12 PM
Just trying to be productive on this site. Love writing poetry, it give me something to do during writer's block.

Deep Forest  (Kage)
 
Today is the day, today oh what a day
I set out to find my love
Through songs and letters is where you are, I to lie
Tomorrow by tomorrow, oh how by tomorrow
There amidst of a forest is where lost love will finally thrive
 
Lurking by the entrance, alongside the passage,
  between each tree and shrub
  Stands tall faceless men starring
 
Faceless men, masks made of porcelain
Can’t you provide me safe passage?
Though this pitch-black forest is dark and freighting
 I have someone I’d like to return to.
 
The sky is so blue, oh how blue is the sky
I remember light whispers that resonate like waves
I picture that home that silent hopeful home
Where we laughed and played
I’ve never felt such contentment in my life
 
Here stuck deep within this labyrinth
  Between its withering bark and eroded stone
  How I run from those disheartening masks
 
Faceless men, masks made of porcelain
Is this thorny thicket really that infinite?
I’m not too sure I’ll find your face
Hidden well within those faceless men
 
“Journey far inside the forest leave no rock un-turn.
You‘ll find me there deep within it’s mountains.
There I will distill you spirit, make full your heart, soul,
And grant your very being true atonement. ”
 
Faceless men, masks made of porcelain
Where has my love gone? Where have you taken it?
Could it be that you’ve become one with the forest?
Or worse did the forest’s itself wrote those words?
 
Faceless men, masks made of porcelain
Harden my face with your twisted vanity
Stone my cheeks with pride
Have lust soothe my body
 
Maybe then like you I can forget
  Maybe then like you I can forget
  ..maybe like you I can be free…
 
(Kage)
 
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on March 14, 2013, 05:20:57 PM
Pretty good. Thought the faceless men were going to help out but they seem to just be spectators. Freakish ones.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Shavian on March 14, 2013, 05:46:51 PM
lol, thanks man.  :clapping: You're funny.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Shavian on March 15, 2013, 08:12:46 PM
Red-hot Duel-cab Ferris-wheel (Yume) 
 
Red-hot duel-cab Ferris-wheel, grant my wish
To spin round and round until the morning comes
 
(Yume)
 
Remember mom when we’d spin round and round in its cab
Deep down inside I dreamed our play would last forever
I ate blue cotton candy as I stuck closely to its window
You’d pull me back quickly, staying too close is dangerous
 
Nightfall arrived as the park began to slowly close
I kept begging for a moment’s peace within its keeps
As we rushed out of the parks’ grounds and as I gazed back
I wished we’d stay a minute longer, pleading over and over
 
Red-Hot duel-cab Ferris-wheel, grant our wish!
I wish to stay here mom, spinning forever and ever
Red-hot duel-cab Ferris-wheel, grant my wish!
To spin round and round until the morning comes
 
Years later I visit its cab on a whim of a brand new friend
Remember you purchased blue tickets as I stepped inside
You leaned clear on its window as I sat safely seated
You quickly pulled me close, life’s spoils outweighs security
 
The sun sets as I slowly countdown closing time
It’s harder than ever to leave this warm haven now
As the lights slowly dim and the park began to clear
I found myself wishing the same dream, again and again
 
Red-Hot duel-cab Ferris-wheel, grant our wish!
If it’s not too much to ask, let him stay forever and ever
Red-hot duel-cab Ferris-wheel, grant my wish!
To spin round and round until the morning comes
 
Red-hot duel-cab Ferris-wheel, farewell
If it so happens to be tomorrow or the next
I’ll return one day as I always do.
I wonder just who will accompany me next?
Wishing till the day when the night never sleeps
 
Keep on spinnin’, spin on and on and on
(Lets us jump, laugh and play; the youthful hopscotch way) [Sun]
Keep on spinnin’, spin on and on and on
(Lets us love, live and lay; the innate human way) [Moon]
Keep on spinnin’, spin on and on and on
(Lets us wish, dream in fey; the mystic yeoman way) [Stars]
 
Yume
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 17, 2013, 11:27:44 PM
My first contribution to the poetry house. A lamentation called "O Tower!":

O Tower!
Testament of human ingenuity,
Trampled

We, under a divided tongue,
Grappled for facades of knowledge,
Our veil unto reality;

Reality,
The man in the mask
Being in spite of our perceptions and institutions.

We reckoned you
The arbiter of the universe
Yet, O Tower, you did not acquit us
Of our damning curse

O Tower fallen!
We are no closer to the heavens
Than when we first embarked,
Than when we first breathed life...
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 18, 2013, 05:08:35 AM
Tower of babel. Very nice. I liked it a lot.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 18, 2013, 10:34:36 AM
Thanks. The tower is indeed the Tower of Babel, although it is something of a metaphor.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 18, 2013, 11:32:58 AM
I see i see
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 18, 2013, 12:58:03 PM
This is another one I wrote sort of in the same "series" of poems as the last one, though, probably, this would be earlier in that series. This one's called "Websters":

Schools of language
Bury word within word
Build their web
That hovers above the earth

Nothing is clearly seen
Through the silken strands
Ever-shifting through time and space;
We dread to entertain the thought,
“If they deceive—
What, then, can we believe?”

We are as encapsuled flies
Hidden from earth and sun
Wond’ring in empty states of defeat
“Can word and thing ever be one?”



Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 18, 2013, 01:11:58 PM
Depressing, but pretty nice. Webster - web. It's a simple and strong connection to make


Today i literally saw
Ten crows in the sky
The sky was blue and the clouds few
And behind this all was a pale half-moon



True story
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 18, 2013, 01:52:27 PM
They get less depressing (and more, sometimes).

I like the "saw-sky-few-moon" endings. It emphasizes the second line (the hard sound of the "k") and gives the impression of symbolic meaning. Each line has something interesting about it, which is cool.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 18, 2013, 02:17:47 PM
Your a better analyst then i am. I'll put more work into mine next time. Glad you like it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 18, 2013, 03:56:57 PM
I'm flattered. :blush:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 18, 2013, 08:29:52 PM
This one's not as complex or interesting as the other two. Not a lot of sound devices or anything. Entitled "Man in the Mask":

A stirring in the black night:
Who goes there?
A man in a mask

I recall the streets of thought,
Through ages, on this fellow’s identity:
Perhaps it is concealed,
Beneath the floorboards—
A dark secret;

Perhaps it is concealed,
But before our very eyes—
An astonishingly bright secret!

Man in the mask,
Reveal your identity,
Remove your forged visage

Answer us,
For the riddle thrusts our minds into insanity
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 29, 2013, 10:15:46 PM
Here's another one. I experimented with some structure devices that can only be done in poetry. "A Marvelous Irony":

I survey in wordless wonder
A marvelous irony:
A riddle
Answered by Divine mystery

the world, The God:
suffering, that he might Suffer
death, that he might Die
sin, that he might Conquer

His Being
The fulfillment of our existence
The transcendence of our mortality
The destiny of redemption and reunion

A marvelous irony:
destruction, that we might be Rebuilt.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 30, 2013, 01:46:13 AM
I think i'd enjoy more verses to man in the mask to actually see what type of mysterious person this man is. Or maybe it's a general referral to masked people in all forms?

Liked the second one. I don't know what structure device hyou used there but it works really well.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 30, 2013, 10:26:28 AM
If you recall the line in "O Tower": "Reality, The man in the mask, Being in spite of our perceptions and institutions." The man in the mask is reality and the mask itself is what any person perceives as reality. There's a line in Dream Library Chapter 2 that's something like, "Outside our perceptions, there is only true or false." Those perceptions were discussed in "Websters," specifically, the language aspect and how words have the effect to misguide our perceptions. The riddle of the man in the mask asks "What is true?" "A Marvelous Irony" is the discovery. "A riddle answered by Divine mystery."

There were really only two structure devices. The first is "the world, The God:" There is a sort of list, each noun with an adverb clause ("that" is used like the word "because"). "the world" corresponds with the nouns, "The God" with the adverb clauses. To show this, "the world" and all the nouns are not capitalized, even when it would be grammatically correct to do so. "The God" and all the main verbs in the adverb clauses are capitalized. This clears up the meaning of the stanza a bit. The second device is repeating "A Marvelous Irony" and using the "lower case noun, adverb clause, capitalized verb" structure I used earlier after it instead of "A riddle, Answered by Divine Mystery."

I swear this was all simpler in my head.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 30, 2013, 12:55:26 PM
... you got that right. I couldn't make heads or tails haha.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 30, 2013, 01:23:31 PM
I guess the simplest way to explain it would be, "I played with grammar and repetition."
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Odd on May 03, 2013, 10:16:31 PM
i have a secret i really shouldn't share
there is a monster in my closet but i don't know where
i hear him stalking in the dead of night
just out of reach, just out of sight
but i have learned something, children something quite neat
my monster is hungry, he needs to eat
his loves boys and girls, his favorite treat
he loves it when they're asleep
but one more thing that i should tell
he's right behind you, so run like hell.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: lasthope2300 on May 03, 2013, 10:19:05 PM
nice but this section is for posting manga stories ONLY. Please read the stickys at the top of the forum board...dear God, I'm starting to sound like Hasith... :ninja:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Odd on May 03, 2013, 10:39:34 PM
i know it's gone but it still haunts me
over my bedside it glares at me
all it wants is to terrify me
he wants to flaunt in my skin
he waits until i sleep again
i know not what i will do
but soon he be after you.
 i hope you sleep well and heavy,
it does not like its victims to struggle.
and fall face first into its belly
and bites down on your Jugal
fear not my new friends because i have the key
the monster has a name and his name is "me"
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: King The Hunter on May 03, 2013, 11:24:20 PM
Pretty nice...but once again, this for manga not poems. I still really like the poem, it's cool! I was thinking that this could be one f those scary manga if you'd like. You could start each chapter with a short poem about the monster and that's what the chapter would be about. You could even make each chapter differ in main characters. Like this:

Ex. I have a secret i really shouldn't share
      there is a monster in my closet but i don't know where
      i hear him stalking in the dead of night
      just out of reach, just out of sight
      but i have learned something, children something quite neat
      my monster is hungry, he needs to eat
      his loves boys and girls, his favorite treat
      he loves it when they're asleep
      but one more thing that i should tell
      he's right behind you, so run like hell


Then the first chapter would be about that poem. It's just an idea, you don't have to use it. I really like your poems, it makes me think of what happens in the dark. Once again, nice poem and you might want to get this post moved!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on May 07, 2013, 01:32:09 PM
Hold your water in your throat
Savour its tasteless taste
Feel the salive slime it up
Turn it lukewarm and disgusting

Suck it down.
Don't feel it travel down your throat
Don't feel it get into your gut, don't feel it get assimilated into your being
Don't feel the rest of the water as you chug it

Don't remember this moment of drinking water
Don't appreciate it's tastelessness.
Don't care about the thirst till the next time you feel
Don't remember to close that tap

Until you get that itch on your throat, that dry burn, that thirst.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on May 07, 2013, 06:45:59 PM
^If I'm not mistaken, this is about how we take water for granted until we need it desperately. When we have it, it is unsatisfying, yet, when we need it, it seems to be the only thing to satisfy the thirst. I like it a lot. There are a lot of interesting ideas to work with in this poem.

Try thinking about how each word or phrase interacts with the reader's perceptions, and the impression it gives them. For instance, the word "disgusting" has a lot of connotations, a lot of which are emotionally charged. You might try "foul" in its place, but I think you get the point across with merely "lukewarm."

Also, try some more specific verbs. "Get into your gut," in particular, doesn't get the point across as well as it could. You could use "drop" or "settle" in its place. Use words like "get" as little as possible. Many times there are more specific verbs available, or less redundant ways to say things. "Get assimilated into your being" could be "assimilate with your being." A good rule of thumb is to avoid any unnecessary words.

Overall, it's a good poem and gets a good point across pretty well.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Gintan on May 07, 2013, 11:34:17 PM
 ~{A Winter Night}~

The world slowly dyes in white,
And becomes blue as it turns night,
With no soul to be seen in sight,
Such is a winter night.

It's snow and snow, everywhere you see;
On this field and on that tree.
Sheets of white they seem to me,
That spread afar like a vast sea.

The numbness and cold that everywhere prevails,
Followed by the snowfall that covers like a veil,
This sea of white where no ship can sail,
That stretches across the land like a vale.

The wind that wanders as if lost,
Turning my breath into but frost,
Engulfs me whole as I close my eyes,
And lulls my tears and my cries.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on May 08, 2013, 04:26:46 AM
Paipis i must honestly grill you with questions on poetry structure in the future. You know a lot! Now that you mention those points it really helps.

Thanks! I'm glad that you liked the poem.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on May 08, 2013, 10:39:27 PM
You can ask me if I know it. I'm still learning the craft too.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on May 19, 2013, 09:54:00 AM
Gintan, seems i didn't say so originally, but that was a nice poem too.


Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Gintan on May 19, 2013, 10:46:56 AM
Thank you, legomaestro. :)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Odd on May 20, 2013, 02:27:05 AM
Welcome Madness; bring your cheer.
Draw my smile from ear to ear.
Bathe me in your darkened light.
And lead me into fearless fight.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on May 20, 2013, 12:30:24 PM
@Gintan, I like it too. It's a popular subject matter, but you execute it well. I do however have some critiques. Imagery in poetry is difficult, and this poem is comprised mainly of imagery, so I do have a lot of criticisms. Do not, however, take that as a claim of lack of quality. I did quite enjoy the poem and there is a lot to work with.

General grammar/redundancy:
"dyes in white" should be "dyes white." The word dye can also be the verb referring to the thing that is being dyed. "No soul to be seen in sight" is a bit redundant. "To be seen" and "in sight" mean roughly the same thing. I would suggest using just one of them. "Vale" is short for valley and doesn't make a ton of sense in its context.

Poetry specific:
The second line starts off a bit plainly. Try rearranging parts and using other words. I imagined something like, "Partaking of blue transfiguration as arrives the night." "Such is a winter night," is slightly redundant. The reader already knows that it's night and that it's winter by your description. You also repeat the word night and that builds up unnecessary tension. I suggest that, unless you have a specific reason to keep it there, you take it out. "Everywhere you see" is kind of a strange phrase. It speaks about seeing places and "see" is sort of caught between literal and figurative. I'm not sure how I would change it, but it is a bit confusing. "The numbness and the cold that everywhere prevails." I think you've already established well that the snow is everywhere, so you don't really need that word in this line. "Like a veil" and "like a vale" build up that unnecessary tension I was speaking of earlier. Think of them like a clamp and to put them so close puts a lot of tension on the words in between. "Turning my breath into but frost." The word "but" is not needed. "Engulfs me whole..." The word "whole" can be taken out. All in all, if you take out unnecessary words your imagery will be a lot more vivid.

@Odd, I really like yours too. I think the only change I might make is from "fight" to "flight." I imagine a schizophrenic about to jump off a building. It's dark, but it makes a bit more sense with the rest of the poem, I think.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on May 20, 2013, 01:43:16 PM
Here's one I worked on last night. "Ghosts of the Bolshevik Revolution:"

Revolutions of indignant peoples
tug to and fro with cold, remorseless hands;
a death of old ideas
and a resurrection of old ones,
for those strong enough to fall prey to the poltergeist,
the regime of a new generation

A wandering eye cannot help,
but glimpse a man in a mask,
invisible to those strong enough to fall prey to the zeitgeist

Perhaps one generation, of millions, is right, and very right;
But coroners carry onward
And tomorrow may never know
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 03, 2013, 01:00:09 PM
I wish i had the intelligence to grasp more of the poem. The last stanza is a strong and neat ending though. Have you followed the Bolshevik revolution well? I barely remember it... I think I only remember a painting in a textbook quite some time back.



I am some toybox tucked away somwhere
in a room bright and colourful
and all the toys are shiny and bright
the red fire engine and the egg-headed man
Such nice things to know and love

Here I am: a little toy box, getting filled with fun things
And then the gods who toy with me grow a little older

I am a box  tucked away a little deeper
The forgotten sad socks smell just a bit mustier than before
in this well lit room
and the toys are still there, but not quite as pristine, but i don't mind

But they grow a little older still

And i'm a box full of medals and toys and I don't even know what I am anymore
I wish i could move but all i do is get filled with different things
no one told me that such toys and things would exist. I wish i were acquantided with them from the start
that way i'd be able to survive them
I wish the room was a little brighter too

now  i'm let free in the open sun, but everything that i've gained over my life
is being picked away bit by bit
sold away to some unknown gods
my sacrifice made and duty complete
I become empty forevermore
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on September 10, 2013, 06:13:28 PM
Toy box... it's good, but you push the metaphor a bit too far I think. It seems to revel a bit too much in itself.

Ghosts of the Revolution (I've since taken Bolshevik out) doesn't require specific information about the Bolshevik revolution. It's mainly about (1) how every generation believes a lot of what they do based on the zeitgeist of their social circles, believing so ardently that we are right and that previous generations were wrong, that we are ever improving, (2) how, by that very definition, that generation could be wrong about everything at the whims of future generations, and (3) how those very ideas enforce a subjective, relativistic morality that won't accomplish anything.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Odd on September 14, 2013, 03:02:35 PM
i do love testing, cutting, and dissecting..
it gives me a warm feeling in my tummy
i do love screaming, wailing, pleading
it make the experience so very yummy
i love the shades of red and blue
i love the feeling of cutting through..
don't try to run, don't try to hide
because ill find my way inside
and just because you think your safe now..
don't, because im on the prowl
im in the shadow, the whisper at night
im always there just out of sight
so rest now, sleep tight
because i will take you in the dead of night  :biggrin:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 14, 2013, 03:41:56 PM
^^' psychotic. Seems like something ryuunoske from Fate Zero would write.

@ Paipis Harsh! But true. As always your poetry is grounded in intelligent themes. I still revolve around mascara dabbing emo poetry haha.



We are rolling red pears along the road I say
The transitions calm and collected
like we're in an actor's play

Watch all the skies go gray
See the colour drain from our faces
watch the people run away
into the distance oh

Let all of us shoot and aim
Let us all play the game
Trying to survive at least for a while

It's such a shame
Why can't we stay
So many things lost in translation

I want the day
I can stay and make sure I'm not running away
ever ever ever again

ever again

or lose my friend

i'll say it again

The skies are gray
We turn away
run into fog because it's better off than what that was


I actually sang my recording of this song but for the sake of the planet i shall refrain from sharing that.

I have no idea what the red pear is in the beginning
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on September 14, 2013, 10:07:36 PM
I like the red pear image. It's not mascara dabbing emo poetry in my opinion. Try taking one of your poems and revising it. Figure out what everything means in the poem and edit them to be consistent. It seems like you have a lot of really good ideas, but they need to be honed a bit.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 15, 2013, 03:24:56 AM
Really? Why thanks. I'm actually making a collection of poems named 'earaer' which is basically random poetry that comes directly from whatever I'm feeling at a time as I listen to music. Not all the poems were written to rock songs but I've written quite a bit.

This honing and improvement of a poem I'll seriously consider it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Emocookie41 on September 19, 2013, 12:52:24 AM
Underwater
 
Water slides down the windows
Slides down my face
Shivering cold
Held in time by this place
All I ever wanted
Was to hold you
Underwater
I find you
My tears
Mixing with the rain
Drenched in my fear
I find this place
All I ever wanted
Was someone to hold
Now I hold you
Underwater cold
Running from this fear
Running from the tears
We sing, we laugh
In this underwater world
Dancing in the rain
It’s all I ever wanted
Underwater
I find you
Comforted by pain.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 19, 2013, 05:21:28 AM
Interesting. I'm not sure if its sad or happy, or whether the person finding the love has caused pain to the one they love... Or maybe I'm missing the whole story. Nice poem
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Emocookie41 on September 19, 2013, 05:46:23 AM
It is about my friend who died. It was raining for his funeral and I wrote this. It is about finding him in my memories and being to hold him only in those moments where I can remember him.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Tornade on September 24, 2013, 06:45:48 PM
I liked just about everything about that poem except for the last line, emocookie41. When I read it aloud, the end cuts the flow for the short bursting lines throughout.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Maihime on October 10, 2013, 01:48:24 PM
The vision of a girl laying on the floor as her blood soaked into her blonde hair frightened me,
the tears from her blue eyes still moist on her pale cheeks,pain in her expression.
Nothing could compare to the pain they had caused her all her life,
and yet they still questioned why she did it.
They thought she was stupid, thought that she may be blind of possible talents she could grow and develop,
but they never stopped to think that it was them and their judgements that killed her.
They were too obsessed with themselves,and what was best for them, to see what pain she felt,
they thought she was happy,but they took away everything that ever made her happy.
The last thing they took, the most important of all,
threw her over the edge and now she'll never be the same again.
The vision of the girl frightened me so much, but only because,
the girl in my vision...she was me.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on October 21, 2013, 06:16:35 PM
So...

who wants to rap battle?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 21, 2013, 09:39:28 PM
*pulls up hood.*


Bring it on my old nemisis.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: joymov on October 21, 2013, 11:07:17 PM
a rap battle? sounds interesting im game
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on October 21, 2013, 11:25:12 PM
Yo?

Not sure I'm able to rap battle. I might stop insulting the other person half-way through:

"You a fat mut
Here's the proof:
There are lost civilizations in the creases of yo gut
That the truth

But, in reality, what is truth?"
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on October 22, 2013, 02:15:59 AM
Haha who do I start with?  A stanza per victim? (Offcamera: Okay man, Start the rythm!)

*a funky beat starts up as lego transforms into a green alien cat

@ Coryn
Looks like round two-  Walking tragedy
I mean emo is so uncool - A walking travesty
Why you crying in the snow bro?
does it feel so cold?
Meanwhile i'm rocking in my fur
got no time for slow-pokes

@joymov
And as if it aint enough some cannon fodder makes the scene
could you tell me who you are - educate me please?
nah times up - I don't care
so go dissapear in the wind  - no fanfare
If you want my autograph if you want my advice
the burn i left on you will have to suffice

@paipis
And I salute you oh general
a fellow schizophrenic man
but you ain't no L you don't have a master plan
What could I possibly fear from you when you got no credentials
Does the fact that I rap at you make you feel your special?
I got mad skills dude
don't mess with lego
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 22, 2013, 07:49:04 AM
Who's the travesty here you flea ridden cat?
When all you a day is sleep in the sun and get fat?
Let's start this battle up, I'll take you along for a ride.
I'm awake and I'm here!
So guess you better hide!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on October 22, 2013, 07:58:11 AM
You can't hide me
Got to much presence you see
That's how bosses be
I Shine brighly - like i'm decked with bling
Crushed by my reiatsu - you'll bow down to the king
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on October 22, 2013, 12:57:57 PM
Man you Raiders wanna battle, the hell wrong with yall
You guys must be off on some pills and some freaking adderall
Froneezy on the mic, spitting straight madness
Watch you fools cower in fear, while I drink the tears of your sadness
The avatar of rap, flowing from every book
Watch me flame up the verse while I'm raining on the hook

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on October 22, 2013, 02:24:01 PM
Aye aye aye i'm cracking up here lol. I want to hear these raps some time


Sticks and stones nor blades or bullets
Just consider me a fully decked floating fortress
Laputa in sky a castle of wisdom
Every grass every breath is part of my kingdom
If you go up against me be ready for a poundin
My abilities run up over 9000
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Maihime on October 22, 2013, 02:33:22 PM
What's wrong with you people?
Don't you know how to rap?
This ain't no beauty pageant,boys
Got no time to faff

Get straight to the point,
I'll tell you where i'm at,
I'm starting to get bored,
Time to get your rhymes down on pat

We need a lil fire,
to add a lil heat,
to leave the person sitting
smacked down in defeat
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 22, 2013, 05:15:12 PM
You can't hide me
Got to much presence you see
That's how bosses be
I Shine brighly - like i'm decked with bling
Crushed by my reiatsu - you'll bow down to the king


Pull on all your shiny gold necklaces clown
Make it hard to stand up when I'm beating you down
You open your eyes, but you're never gonna see me
Cat like vision, still cant find the key

But of course you know, it was never about you or I
We could never agree about something far more important
As we get older, you're just trying to stay spry
But my body is fine, and my will is still adamant.

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: IronQuill on October 22, 2013, 06:38:03 PM
Grabs the mic, you fools…
Usually I cruise the scene abusing fiends in twos or threes Reputedly,
im bruising teams with loser dreams and you all fit the mood it seems!

@Coryn Skye

Your just a newb I sorta new your fortitude id have to rip like torn in two
So I could see the “ Coryn you”  but like the core in fruit… I think its best ignoring you


@LegoMaestro

You waste of time, no clock set,  your mind is filled with rocks Leg
Coz from the start “Lego means” that you’re an utter block head

@Fronomenal

Mr frotastic?
your hair was long and straight, it use to run down to your butt
untill it sniffed your crack... and now youve got an afro puff


 :biggrin:


Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 22, 2013, 09:14:05 PM
@Coryn Skye

Your just a newb I sorta new your fortitude id have to rip like torn in two
So I could see the “ Coryn you”  but like the core in fruit… I think its best ignoring you


And here, I thought I'd take pity on you.
But your command of English is all askew.
It insults me, annoys me, a true degradation.
But come here son for you can be saved as well.
Just fall down on your knees, and join my congregation.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on October 23, 2013, 05:15:42 AM
You can't hide me
Got to much presence you see
That's how bosses be
I Shine brighly - like i'm decked with bling
Crushed by my reiatsu - you'll bow down to the king

Pull on all your shiny gold necklaces clown
Make it hard to stand up when I'm beating you down
You open your eyes, but you're never gonna see me
Cat like vision, still cant find the key

But of course you know, it was never about you or I
We could never agree about something far more important
As we get older, you're just trying to stay spry
But my body is fine, and my will is still adamant.

You gonna stay still and weather the wind
I'm gonna go grasp stars break through to the heavens


@LegoMaestro

You waste of time, no clock set,  your mind is filled with rocks Leg
Coz from the start “Lego means” that you’re an utter block head



I need no time to think of my rhymes
got an intelligence too slick got a mind sublime
you're flows and reputation are gonna turn to dust
you sobbing on your iron quill till it turns to rust
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 23, 2013, 07:51:55 AM
Ad astra per aspera.
This is gonna be a disaster.
This, my motto stands true.
See you when you get above the blue.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on October 23, 2013, 07:57:04 AM
>...>

W-what language is that?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 23, 2013, 11:46:09 AM
Latin

It means "To the stars through difficulty."

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on October 24, 2013, 10:34:07 AM

@Fronomenal

Mr frotastic?
your hair was long and straight, it use to run down to your butt
untill it sniffed your crack... and now youve got an afro puff


 :biggrin:


Look at this little chump, acting like he grown
You better watch your mouth or you'll catch a fist to ya dome
If we raiders were the alphabet
Then quill leave the room please
Because "U" won't survive in a room full of "G's"
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on October 24, 2013, 10:44:26 AM
All of you are dumb.
I win.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on October 24, 2013, 02:45:55 PM
and thus concludes season two of epic rap battles of mr >...>
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on October 24, 2013, 04:00:44 PM
I wasn't actually expecting it to be over so easily. :confused:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 24, 2013, 04:33:18 PM
That's what happens when all the rules are made up.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on October 24, 2013, 06:05:12 PM
Well, shoot. Guys, I'm sorry for ending this so soon. (Unless you guys wanted it to end. Then, I'm totally, you know, not sorry).
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 24, 2013, 07:00:53 PM
Well it seems a certain roommate has other ideas. Our net crashed for a while but I'm sure he'll be bringing it in later.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Nairbons on October 24, 2013, 07:30:18 PM
You thought this thing was over,
but you're surely mistaken.
I'm gonna serve your a$$es raw
with a side of bacon

You might have thought you were good,
that you'd come out just fine
but now you'll wish you'd never
put your necks on the line

I'll start out with Paipis,
'cuz he started this fight.
I like him as a person
Yo, he's really alright

And that muthaf**ka Lego,
I can tell he's rehearsin'
'cuz kind and well-spoken.
He's an excellent person!

Props to my roomie Coryn,
who's an excellent chef.
When it comes to moderatin'
He's a fair-n-balanced ref!

Now we come to Mr. Fro
Who I don't know that well
But from all that I've seen
I like him just swell

The same goes to Maihime!
(I can't pronounce your name
I should learn more Japanese
so I don't feel quite so lame)

Now, Mr. IronQuill
your raps are pretty salacious
But the rhyming scheme was great
and far from ostentatious

Now y'all should feel awesome.
Let's end this awful fight
'Cuz everyone's a winner
when people are polite

(Drops microphone, then picks it back up and dusts it off before gently placing it back on the stand)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Emocookie41 on October 24, 2013, 08:09:25 PM
 :clapping:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on October 24, 2013, 08:17:54 PM
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Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on October 24, 2013, 08:21:35 PM
http://weknowmemes.com/2012/09/20-best-clapping-gifs/ (http://weknowmemes.com/2012/09/20-best-clapping-gifs/)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: IronQuill on October 24, 2013, 10:56:58 PM
lol, nice stuff naibus, though ill still get my revenge in the 2014 MR rap battle tournament bhahahah! any whoo, any slam poets?

...

It seems to me... heaven is my burning eternity
An infirmary of people who im better of murdering.
Whats concerning me...  living is a balance of symmetry,
to achieve perfect harmony… evil is a necessity.
What is the warmth of summertime without a rainy day
What is the feeling "love" if we never feel the pain.

Don’t tell me trust believe in me all you need is faith
Faces of the many Gods refuse to play your games
Im living for the here and now.....listen as I say
Religions are the biggest gangs killing in your name
Mugabe, Fidel, Hitler are just following your ways
they rule by fear during life… who dictates heavens gates?

The world is ruled by evil men and this is just a fact
How many Husseins are there inside of our diplomats
or maybe inside you or me...how would you react?
if suddenly you reign supreme and someone wants it back
how the f@#$ can people say this is the master plan
It sounds to me your never free a slave without a stand

…if existing in the afterlife means never feeling lust,
receiving oral pleasure, drinking, fighting taking drugs
laughing at misfortunes that befall my fellow man
relieving them of property… for what? because I can
Id rather feel the flames of hell burn me till I melt
so that I might remember what my life was all about
...

SLAM!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Emocookie41 on October 25, 2013, 12:16:27 AM
I used to slam. Not so much anymore. Here have a long one.

Spoiler
Sometimes I just feel like
Everything’s so tight
And nothing just ain’t right
Cause I’m going through this life
With no future in sight
And I’m wandering desperately
Looking for a light
To gain me an advantage
In this *censored*ed up fight
While I’m throwing these blows
Hitting a wall
I’m going to explode
And I’m trying to explain why
While keeping my pride
Something just ain’t right
There’s something inside
A monster in my mind
And I’m trying to keep the chain tight
But I’m letting it loose
To feed
And bleed
And I scream
This blood on my hands
The hate in this land
The discrimination
Imitation
That flows through my head
Driving me crazy
Wishing I’m dead
Keeping me sane
Being insane
So I keep writing
Keep flowing
Keep fighting
Keep going
Till I’m going too fast
Till I’m going to crash
Till my life
And my strife
And my pride
Don’t mean nothing no more
Cause I’m stripped to the core
And there’s nothing to see
Nothing to plead
And I’m trying so hard
To do the right thing
Keep on living
I don’t know why
I even bother to try
To make these things right
I keep going in circles
I’m going berserk yo
I’m stuck in this dirt yo
These words are flowing
These words are dragging
And they won’t let me go
And I don’t even know
What I did wrong
God I’m so young
Yet these eyes have seen
What shouldn’t be seen
It’s driving me crazy
Please give me mercy
So when I close my eyes
Pray that I die
I can go peacefully
Without worrying that I made a mistake
That I was running away
From a monster that’s fake.

not exactly a slam but have fun
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: IronQuill on October 25, 2013, 01:01:47 AM
Looks like Slam to me, nice and intense...good stuff
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: fuzzyleon on October 30, 2013, 07:18:34 PM
Chains keep me tight up on my seat,
Being controlled like this on every heartbeat.
Day in day out we do as we are told,
Otherwise we'll stand alone and in the cold.

Many times I wished for my release,
but when I remove these shackles, I freeze.
Many times I wished to move out of my feet
away from my fear and from my greed.
Many times I wished to explore the world,
But the only time I could, was in my dreamworld.

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,
Everything in my head, complete rubbish.
Until I stand on a ravin as high as the sky,
and jump down and fall, fall and die.

Then my eyes are open again
I see the world, the women, the men.
And then I realise the truth,
that is kept hidden from our youth.
Being truly free is impossible in this world,
until you reach the underworld.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 02, 2013, 06:15:42 AM
@ Iron quill and emocookie sheesh, hard hitting stuff. Nicely done
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Emocookie41 on November 02, 2013, 01:29:28 PM
Thanks Lego.

More!

Tears of Heaven

Rain drops are the tears of heaven
They won’t stop falling down
Cause there’s holes in the floor of heaven
And the angels are crying down
I know he’s watching over me
His tears are falling down
I know that he still loves me
In these tears that are falling down
I hear him calling
See him laughing
As I’m falling
The lightning crackling
And the tears of heaven fall.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on December 06, 2013, 10:23:08 AM
eh? That's more refreshingly light hearted than your writings gig ; ). there's some sad elements of course but it still sounds hopeful.


Bodyband

As clicks sound in my periphery on the edges of my ears
a tambourine my heart the strings calling out a tune
my bones hollow flutes
as my heart beats like a drum
and my blood flows through me like electricity, the ribs the riffs of a guitar
my throat a microphone
a constant melody for a long time going on
for the most of my life i'm just singing and singing
through everything
my feet tap on the floor and demons roar
angels on my shoulders
the brain pulsing
no encores.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: IronQuill on January 23, 2014, 08:31:10 AM
 :ohmy: thats some good stuff Leg, the whole thing reads well but that finishing line is ridiculous nice :clapping:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on January 23, 2014, 08:38:42 AM
Thanks Quill! I forgot I wrote this haha. Glad you like it
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Ink on Fingers on March 23, 2014, 01:25:31 PM
running and falling, avoid the pain
i look back and see only shame
ahead of me is a blood-stained way
these eyes will never see the light of day!
you think you got it tough?let me tell you once more
you ever heard yourself roar
with bloodlust, with rage with satanic greed
and afterwards all i can do is bleed
tear my heart out on the bone-dry ground
you can't block out that keening sound
when the ink's dried and the book is done
im alone in this hell cryin for mum
you say your place was harsh?let me get this straight
these chains are just guiding me to ma fate
those tears in your eyes, they'll go away
but this blood on my hands is always gonna stay
you can scream and cry and then you'll fall
you envy me for having it all
Me? cause when all is said and done
im alone, the battle's been won
and maybe some day you'll work out why
that my whole life is a paradox of lies
spiders leering, drawing you in
in this hell you cannot win!
i got fire in my pocket and hell in my eyes
no ones gonna hear their final cries
the sun never rises on this dark land
sin and black blood stains the sand
there's smoke rising from my burnt-out corpse
everything we do counts for naught
you can cry all you like bud cause when the demons leave
YOU'll be dead and i'll be left to greive
and all this pain, all this shame
you think this is a game?
what the f*ck you think your doing, messing with my head
i want out and i want you dead
shut your eyes now, sleep well
this is me and this is my own private hell
 
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on March 23, 2014, 03:09:57 PM
Whoa, pretty angry poem. I get confused whether it's a rant of oneself, against someone else, or whether it's despair or anger directed towards someone. At the very least I think setting different stanzas would give the reader a closer idea to what the poem is trying to talk about
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Ink on Fingers on March 24, 2014, 03:48:41 AM
@legomaestro Yeah, I wrote this a while back when I was pretty dark ^_^ Hopefully I'm not so angry now! :P
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on April 01, 2014, 10:06:24 AM
Anybody interested in creating a MR related rap? I'm willing to spit a verse. Then whoever wants to join can come in and write a their own verse. Then, we can all pitch in on a hook, tie everything together and make a song.

A radom idea I know, but I think it would be a great way to pass the time. Oh yeah, probably gonna have to find a good beat to rap on. I'll look some up online. Any suggestions are welcome.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 01, 2014, 10:56:31 AM
Sign me up bro
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on April 01, 2014, 11:15:30 AM
Alright! I knew you would be up for it Lego!

Need to figure out what exactly to rap about tho. Of course we can do the general stuff, describe the what forum is about, all the while exaggerating it. We can throw in some MR Canon references in, shout out a few a members and diss some four kids agents while we're at it.

Also, I also contemplating  on what type of beat we should use. Maybe something a little laid back? Or we can get crazy and go all out gangsta with it. I'll figure something out.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: LittRL on April 01, 2014, 11:27:06 AM
If all you need is some rhymes I think I can do it. Don't know much about rap though. If you're fine with me I'm in, if not that's cool. I'll just stick to sonnets where the paling introvert belongs.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 01, 2014, 11:29:16 AM
Just let the words flow yo, to the beat
But I think some talk of canon would be really neat
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Rojas on April 01, 2014, 11:35:04 AM
Poetry, hrmm... I was writing my story in a poetry type style so... here's a little preview. I'll just throw this here...

By the writhing of her body now constricted
To break free of the bonds withheld
A yearn of agony and a screech
Years of pain and blackened bleach

Taken hold and in a casket
These tentacle monstrous chains
Bonds oh the despair
Take her life she dared

“Just... end it please.”

For she did not know what would come
The wait is all but over
To truly blossom from empowering case
This darkened black embrace

“I hate this, all of this.
If there were anything to scorn it would be this place.
What am I doing here?
Why me why?
I hate it! I hate it!.”

In a moment of rage the cage constricts
Oh the sweet horror it inflicts

Succulent torture
Excellent ecstasy
All within screams

“I can't take it make it stop!”

Only

“Stop!”

To worsen

“STOP!”

The coils precariously reaching peak
Ensnaring ravenous beast
The final burst
Explosion





A brilliant light
A true sight

Blinding light and broken seal
Shuddering and shaken

The prisoner at last released

As if awakened from a dream
She opens her eyes to stare
Blurred and in a daze
Gathering thoughts and gasping craze

“What is this?”

She muttered under her tongue
For her eyes are deceiving

The surrounding area dark
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on April 01, 2014, 11:39:51 AM
Well Of course I'm fine with you being in Litt! The more the merrier. And you don't need to be an expert at rap. Just rhyme a few sentences together and it's all good.

Alright, time to find some beats. In the meantime you guys can go ahead and start working on your verses if you want.
I'll probably have something ready by next week. Also, there's no real length requirement. So write as much as you want for now.

@Rojas: Pretty good stuff man. Are you ever gonna post a full version later? I would like to see it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Rojas on April 01, 2014, 01:53:12 PM
Gonna need to touch up some more, but I have a pretty hefty sum currently. It's pretty much a different version of the Luminescence story I was writing a long time ago. I found a way to make it work out better. I'll be sure to post it when I feel confident with it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 01, 2014, 02:11:01 PM
Nice piece Rojas.  Think I saw some of your work from this. Was there a snake demon? It's about that girl who is going around in darkness right?

Reading a poem in a story has never been my thing, but I'm definately up for trying it out .
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Rojas on April 01, 2014, 06:21:01 PM
Yeah, it's that same story.

And thanks for the support.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 01, 2014, 06:26:31 PM
You should totally have some funky gothic illustrations for it. Hm, this fires me up for my surrealist story as well.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Rojas on April 01, 2014, 06:30:50 PM
I'll have to pick up the pencil and paper again. It's been a long while.

Go for it, I'd love to see some of your stories again!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 09, 2014, 01:41:18 AM
I was sitting on that suicide cliff on some sandy beach of some foreign British isle,
Strumming my guitar and feeling all the while
Wearing my American roadster glasses
And feeling so out of place you wouldn’t believe
My collar and shirt are ruffled by the wind
Ripples and wrinkles spread across my shirt and my skin
And my skin must be as flimsy as my shirt because its got
Wrinkles too
When I think of you

Around me dance the phantoms of my memories
Such cruel things haunting me every time
How I feel so bitter and sweet all the time
Maybe I am the one causin' the hauntin'
Maybe I'm never gonna stop longin'
I want to forget and yet I want to remember all the time
As the lights fly through the sky
I always want to remember
Like the way it's still a little light even when its night
That’s right
I don’t want it to be over

Heart strings stretch taut
I feel like there must be a limit to the feel
But the feel is relentless and will never stop till the feeling is done
So I let myself get swept away
Like the ocean waves stretched out before me
I fall to the tide
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 13, 2014, 10:38:12 AM
Gaunt - Silentium II

High upon the gray ocean
the silky surface dents with the sharp edges of the waves
that endlessly swing back and forth
coming from nowhere and going nowhere

In the perpetually gray sky is a white full moon
that's perfectly still
and stares down at you
in this black and white landscape

The silence is profound

Close your eyes but you still see
that this is everything that will ever be
the moon will one day fall with its stolen light
into another perpetual night

Now floating in space in zero gravity
there is no need to panic
you are just atoms in space
and eventually even your bonds will break

But what is this feeling
this simple acceptance
and peace

Because, you see,
I would never watch a 24 hour long movie
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on April 15, 2014, 12:02:24 PM
Really nice stuff Lego! I liked the first one a lot. The first line got me instantly. I was like "Suicide cliff? Da FUQ?!"

So sorry about my absence. Last week sort of killed me with all these stressful writing assignments and whatnot. I haven't forgot about this though.

So anyways, I just found this really cool rap beat today and I think it'll work perfectly for this. I think I'm gonna search for more, but for right now this one will do. Also, again, I'm open for suggestions.

Here's the link to the beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKYUqbtZ-lA

Also, quick note, was gonna try and freestyle my verse right at this moment but the words aren't coming to me. But, I have started and what I have so far looks decent.

And here's the layout of what the song might look like when it's finished

[Intro: Coryn]

We are One!
We are Raider!
And Raider...
Is Legion!

[Verse 1: Fronomenal]

*Insert Verse here*


[Hook: *Insert rapper here*]

*Insert hook here*


[Verse 2: Legomaestro]

*Insert Verse here*


[Hook]



[Verse 3: LittRL]

*Insert Verse here*


[Hook] (or maybe we can have some sort of outro at this point)

So this is how everything is looking in my head so far. Again, this may be subject to change.

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on April 16, 2014, 09:24:26 AM
Finished with my verse. Probably the most corniest thing I ever wrote but I got a good laugh from doing it.


[Verse 1: Fronomenal]

Yo, wats good, it's ya boy Frono
Mr. experimental, here to kill an instrumental
Nasty with the rhymes, just take a look at my dental
If you wanna hang with me, I suggest turning on yo parental

But enough about me, I'm more interested in you
Mr. lost, Bug eyed, Weary traveling dude
I see your new here, you no good wandering fool
So grab this backpack and let me gon head and take ya to school

So lets the start with the basics
Are you an artist or a writer
A graphic designer, a secret agent alien fighter
What's yo passion son or better yet, what's yo desire
Is there anything special you would like to acquire


Well wateva that may be, it's quite alright
Cause here in MR we accept all walks of life.
Unlike those other flame sites who be hating in spite
Downing people’s work, claiming that they’re trying to do right

But aye it’s all good, I’m pretty sure that’s why you’re here
Looking to get a better handle in which direction to steer
Well if that be the case, then have no fear
Cause Mr. Fro to the neezy is gonna help you get things clear

Wait hold up, scratch that, spammer alert
Looks like those spam ninjas are here again being on dirt
They better turn back before they @sses get hurt
I’m still pissed from the time when they ripped up my shirt

Buts anyways, I guess that means I won’t be able to show you around
But it’s cool, I’m pretty you’ll sure find another regular in town
Probably a mad scientist or a green cat pouncing around
Yeah I know they sound weird but that’s how we all get down


So with that being said, please enjoy stay
Me casa su casa, and all those other welcome clichés
Get to working hard and trust me you’ll get far
And oh by the way, Welcome to MR

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 22, 2014, 08:51:54 PM
Haha, I tried to imagine how you'd get into the beat but i'm not sure how it'd match up hehe. But some of the lines started well. Okay, here goes nothing. Freestyle, i'll touch it up as i go





[Verse 2: Legomaestro]


Yo uh,
so this is how it goes
Just coming down town making my rounds
around town the ground rocks with audible sound

here in the city
you may think we're itty bitty
but we raise soldiers
here in MR City

Naw don't get intimidated
This is part of the gig
We've got manga and anime to raid
nothing big

Wanna join the army?
Get in with the family?
There are rules to follow
You follow me?
Capische?

First things first
do not cause hurt
we got no beef with you
until you try to mess with our crew
And so long as we're cool
you're part of our crew too
so long as you keep the rules
hehe

Now introduce yourself to us then
tell us your name
or keep incognito we won't complain
you've got the freedom to keep free
and be what you want to be
here in the city

Meanwhile i've got spam bots and ninjas to slay
so don't get in my way
if you insist
go ahead, make my day

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: LittRL on April 22, 2014, 09:23:08 PM
Alright, so I got my part done. Wanted to wait to see how to follow Lego. Wrote two verses cause the first might be repetitive so whichever one you guys like best.

[Verse 3: LittRL - Version 1]

Spoiler
What’s up ya’ll? Now you’re with Litt
Left MR once but resurrected
There’s a thing about this place y’know?
Not a lot of people but got a lot to show

We’re small, yeah, but that’s a community
Sign up to the team and you gotta join the unity
Got a pen and paper? Maybe digital’s your thing
Doesn’t matter here, doesn’t matter what you bring

Welcome to the show, welcome to the forum
Another in the ranks, part of the quorum
Now that you’ve got your hellos and hi’s
Lemme tell you a bit of the wilder side

As you heard there are ninjas about
But there’s other kinds of things we keep out
The trolls, the demons, the things not right
We protect, we defend, and we definitely fight

Course in the NET anything is game
Pretend you’re a cat or a madman, it’s all the same
We don’t discriminate, do what you please
Here in MR feel at ease

We got all kinds in the boards and the threads
From Magical Girls to living undead
So again I say: Welcome to MR
Looking for a home? You don’t have to look far.

[Verse 3: LittRL - Version 2]

Spoiler
What’s up ya’ll? Now you’re with Litt
Left MR once but resurrected
There’s a thing about this place y’know?
Not a lot of people but got a lot to show

We’re small, yeah, but that’s a community
Sign up to the team and you gotta join the unity
Got a pen and paper? Maybe digital’s your thing
Doesn’t matter here, doesn’t matter what you bring

Your introductions done thanks to my two above
So lemme tell that this place ain’t all love
Like ya heard there’re ninjas about
But there’s more to this place than what we keep out

The -tans are the figureheads of the boards
But if you call them boring best pray to the lord
First there’s MR-tan, the girl of the site
Then there’s Writer-tan, and obviously she writes

There’s Pub-tan with her rag and her mug
And they got sisters in place of booty and jugs
But we’ll keep to this place, the forum you see
Cause listen up and you’ll figure this is the place to be

We got cats, and madmen (Though more like madman)
Magical girls, the undead, and you know the –tans
Count off the ones with sword or spell
And you’ll find we got enough to fight hell

So join us in this place of fantasy
Where what you can think is what you can be
I’ve said my part so this is the end of my say
Now’s it’s your choice: leave or stay?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 22, 2014, 10:15:42 PM
Second version definately haha.

I made a test run. It is so cheesy ahaha. If this happens it'll be funny.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on April 24, 2014, 11:46:37 AM
Aw man this is some pretty good stuff guys. Hella cheesy but who cares right? I guess all we need is a hook of some sort. But here's a overview of what we got so far. Also, gonna go with your second verse Litt.

[Intro: Coryn]

We are One!
We are Raider!
And Raider...
Is Legion!

[Verse 1: Fronomenal]

Yo, wats good, it's ya boy Frono
Mr. experimental, here to kill an instrumental
Nasty with the rhymes, just take a look at my dental
If you wanna hang with me, I suggest turning on yo parental

But enough about me, I'm more interested in you
Mr. lost, Bug eyed, Weary traveling dude
I see your new here, you no good wandering fool
So grab this backpack and let me gon head and take ya to school

So lets the start with the basics
Are you an artist or a writer
A graphic designer, a secret agent alien fighter
What's yo passion son or better yet, what's yo desire
Is there anything special you would like to acquire



Well wateva that may be, it's quite alright
Cause here in MR we accept all walks of life.
Unlike those other flame sites who be hating in spite
Downing people’s work, claiming that they’re trying to do right

But aye it’s all good, I’m pretty sure that’s why you’re here
Looking to get a better handle in which direction to steer
Well if that be the case, then have no fear
Cause Mr. Fro to the neezy is gonna help you get things clear

Wait hold up, scratch that, spammer alert
Looks like those spam ninjas are here again being on dirt
They better turn back before they @sses get hurt
I’m still pissed from the time when they ripped up my shirt

Buts anyways, I guess that means I won’t be able to show you around
But it’s cool, I’m pretty you’ll sure find another regular in town
Probably a mad scientist or a green cat pouncing around
Yeah I know they sound weird but that’s how we all get down


So with that being said, please enjoy stay
Me casa su casa, and all those other welcome clichés
Get to working hard and trust me you’ll get far
And oh by the way, Welcome to MR

[Hook]

*Insert Hook Here*

[Verse 2: Legomaestro]


Yo uh,
so this is how it goes
Just coming down town making my rounds
around town the ground rocks with audible sound

here in the city
you may think we're itty bitty
but we raise soldiers
here in MR City

Naw don't get intimidated
This is part of the gig
We've got manga and anime to raid
nothing big

Wanna join the army?
Get in with the family?
There are rules to follow
You follow me?
Capische?

First things first
do not cause hurt
we got no beef with you
until you try to mess with our crew
And so long as we're cool
you're part of our crew too
so long as you keep the rules
hehe

Now introduce yourself to us then
tell us your name
or keep incognito we won't complain
you've got the freedom to keep free
and be what you want to be
here in the city

Meanwhile i've got spam bots and ninjas to slay
so don't get in my way
if you insist
go ahead, make my day

[Hook]

*Insert Hook here*

[Verse 3: LittRL]

What’s up ya’ll? Now you’re with Litt
Left MR once but resurrected
There’s a thing about this place y’know?
Not a lot of people but got a lot to show

We’re small, yeah, but that’s a community
Sign up to the team and you gotta join the unity
Got a pen and paper? Maybe digital’s your thing
Doesn’t matter here, doesn’t matter what you bring

Your introductions done thanks to my two above
So lemme tell that this place ain’t all love
Like ya heard there’re ninjas about
But there’s more to this place than what we keep out

The -tans are the figureheads of the boards
But if you call them boring best pray to the lord
First there’s MR-tan, the girl of the site
Then there’s Writer-tan, and obviously she writes

There’s Pub-tan with her rag and her mug
And they got sisters in place of booty and jugs
But we’ll keep to this place, the forum you see
Cause listen up and you’ll figure this is the place to be

We got cats, and madmen (Though more like madman)
Magical girls, the undead, and you know the –tans
Count off the ones with sword or spell
And you’ll find we got enough to fight hell

So join us in this place of fantasy
Where what you can think is what you can be
I’ve said my part so this is the end of my say
Now’s it’s your choice: leave or stay?


This would be so cold if we actually made this an actual song. Think of the uses. It can be like an intro to that MR game you guys were working on a while back. Hell, maybe it can be part of the MR visual novel.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 29, 2014, 06:24:03 AM
Fresh off the rails yo, take (is it 5?) of ze MR rap

https://www.dropbox.com/s/c06z3aoc2qurvr7/Take%202.wma

*Cough *Cough

>.> <.<

*Digs a hole and hides in it
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on April 29, 2014, 09:25:27 AM
Lmaooooooooooooooooooooo!

Ah man this really made my day. Good Stuff Lego, you had a good flow going. Also...

*Checks off, hear Legos's voice at least once off the checklist.*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 29, 2014, 10:04:44 AM
The cheese level is strong with it though.

Haha, just maybe this once. I am phobic about having the voice heard.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on April 29, 2014, 10:47:55 AM
So then, been looking at this again. looks like you guys are going to require me to do a few lines to start the thing off then?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 29, 2014, 11:45:02 AM
MC Coryn is in the hooouse!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on April 29, 2014, 02:11:51 PM
Is it too late to add a verse of my own to close things out? Looks like it could be fun.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Aster Lawrence on April 29, 2014, 02:13:15 PM
IMO the hook is the most important part. Why not clear up that first?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 29, 2014, 03:17:00 PM
I say go for it Coryn.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: LittRL on April 29, 2014, 04:36:55 PM
Was wondering why Coryn only had like 4 lines.

@Lego: Why'd it stop before my part, man? I feel left out here.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on April 29, 2014, 04:38:16 PM
i thought the idea was that everyone does there own parts?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 29, 2014, 04:40:32 PM
@ Litt Haha dude I'm not rapping people's lines >..> that'd be social suicide to a whole new level. I'm not even sure how it flows
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: LittRL on April 29, 2014, 05:05:30 PM
We aren't actually all doing our own lines, are we? Like rapping them? There's a reason I opted not to join music/choir when it finally became a choice.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 29, 2014, 05:14:50 PM
Haha, I sort of thought it'd be an all for one and one for all thing. I dunno, frono what did you have in mind
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on April 29, 2014, 05:24:02 PM
Well rapping isn't that hard Litt, you just speak in rhyme to a beat. You aren't really singing or anything.

but it would make more sense for everyone to do their own bits, since the song does have the perspective changing. and that wouldn't make sense with just one voice
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: LittRL on April 29, 2014, 05:34:41 PM
I was counting on a super talented VA volunteer, but I guess not all things go the way we want them.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 29, 2014, 05:44:54 PM
Yeah, I asked for a sexy baritone and look what happened...
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on April 29, 2014, 05:55:57 PM
boom, wrote the closer.


Brought it in
Guess I get to close it out
Now listen to this tale I spin
You know I do not like to shout

My name is Coryn Sken
And this story’s all mine
Listen close, real zen
This won’t take much time

When I got here I was nothin
Not a word to my name
Fought hard, no fussin
No pain, no game

You can rise to greatness too
Do not worry, just ascend
No need to be blue
Cause here you are a friend
   

Now they say that I’m mad
I just run a tight ship
Well maybe just a tad
But I don’t enjoy the whip

Chief in the Science Division
Just a quick incision
Gonna correct your vision
With a sweet @ss pair of robot eyes!
Won’t hurt, no lies
So what’s your size?

I’m the keeper of the canon
Those stories sublime
I guard them like a dragon
Hiding my grand design

It’s time to say goodnight now
My rhymes are running dry
So I bid you adieu
And ask that you stop by
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 29, 2014, 06:00:16 PM
Ooooh the crowd goes nuts haha!

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on April 30, 2014, 09:58:27 AM
Nice Closer Coryn. I'm glad you decided to join. But to clear some things up...

For Starters, the intro where Coryn only had four lines was taken from his story "Ascension to Modhood". I thought it would be a good way to start the song.

I wasn't really expecting everyone to grab a mic and actually record themselves rapping. I just wanted to have some fun and get a written version down, to see what everybody would come up with. If you don't actually want to "rap" your verse then it's all good. But if we can actually record an MR rap song, then that's just bonus points to me.

So yeah, this is all just written fun. One day I do hope to record this song and maybe use it for future MR related projects, but it doesn't have to go that far.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on April 30, 2014, 11:43:40 AM
Oh I know where you got it from. that wasn't really in question.


I say we make recording a go though. if it doesn't get recorded it's just gonna feel unfinished.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: LittRL on April 30, 2014, 06:07:45 PM
Speaking of unfinished projects...
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on April 30, 2014, 10:37:15 PM
insinuating something?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on May 20, 2014, 12:56:04 AM
Saved

When the boat capsized he needed a floating ring,
because he could not swim.
He needed layers of blankets because his body produced no warmth,
and once aboard the ship he could only eat and sleep because staying up for too long gave him
unbearable migraines
He knew a few things but people knew more,
and they were not interesting nor useful things to know anyways
The journey was ardous and even those rescued from the boat were starting to get sick
Land nowhere in sight.
A mistake in navigation had left them farther from home than when they had first met disaster.

As the supplies dwindled they came to the conclusion that the man was useless, and as tough as it was, he had to go
When they met him the man smiled and said,
"I have no talents and have no material worth. My skills are worth only dirt - no - dirt is much more valuable than what I know."
"But if there's something that I know I'll excel at"

"I can die like the best of them"
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Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on May 30, 2014, 08:53:45 AM
There once was a place for the manga writer,
to show oneself as a poet, rap fighter.
But then one fateful day,
all their rapping went away,
when a limerick made the page lighter!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: cheeku1999 on June 14, 2014, 12:51:27 PM
this is my "little" poem I made on cancer to pay a tribute to my friend who died because of it... I know its not splendid but I think I've put in what he felt as he would talk to me....

Cancer
The way I felt that day,
I never could explain.
As blood flowed down my veins,
I could only feel this pain

Have I been brought into this world
To only die and wither,
To befall this tragedy upon you
I’m sorry father and mother

You came in cryin
As you handed me the reports.
I know how you were tryin
Tryin not to lose control

It was only a matter of time
And I was just in my prime
The time bomb of my life is ticking away
Forgive me for my sins
Is all I’ve got to say

All of my days I spend
Locked up in my room
OH GOD
Why didn’t you let this flower bloom?

You have cancer.
The words pierced through my brain
All of my life’s work
Was about to go down the drain

You only have
2 to 3 years to live
To this ruthless world
That’s all I’ve left to give

Mommy mommy my hairs beginning to fall out!
Baby we can’t do anything to god you must call out

Goin down to school
All of my teachers glaring
Step inside the class
And all of the students starin

‘Stay away from that kid’
I hear all parents tell
In the realm of the dead
I think I’ve already fell

Let’s live life to its fullest
That’s what I’ve always said
But before goin to bed each night
I’m cryin in my bed

And the time is already here
And I lay in my death bed
Life in the hospital
Through injections I’m bein fed
Now my visions fading
As I’m plunging into the abyss
Looking back on my life
There’s a lotta people I’m gonna miss

And memories come rushin
All the good times n the bad
Tears start rollin down my eyes
And the atmospheres really sad

Everything becomes dark
As I begin to close my eyes
My heart stops beating
And I break all worldly ties

This is goodbye
To all my family and my friends
The only regret that I had
Was that I couldn’t make any amends
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on June 15, 2014, 12:23:54 PM
It's good, and sad.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on June 16, 2014, 01:29:42 AM
Passion unbridled,
a dead friend speaks through verse.
Genuine. Heartfelt.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on June 19, 2014, 08:35:24 PM
We never doubted the midnight
but we doubted day
as it crawls to twilight
we have nothing to say

Tetrad moon

Flitting across the sky
changing her phases

try not to look away
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on June 22, 2014, 10:38:38 AM
Tsubaki flower,
why must your petals fall?
Your quiet smell, gone.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on June 22, 2014, 11:07:51 AM
Is that a haiku? Nice
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on June 23, 2014, 09:04:12 PM
Whatever happened to those rap battles?

I only saw Coryn vs Lego(which was pretty good)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 09, 2014, 10:20:00 PM
Is that a haiku? Nice
Wrote it in english class, along with another about a bridge. She claimed that they had to be about nature, because there has never been, and never should be, any haiku not pertaining to nature. Thought I would weasel some creativity and self-expression in there.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 09, 2014, 11:05:59 PM
Haha, I like it. You've got any more?

Whatever happened to those rap battles?

I only saw Coryn vs Lego(which was pretty good)

They don't want this *Wears sunglasses

Ready for round 3 Coryn? Science Division vs Righteous Science Divison?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 10, 2014, 09:00:13 AM
You know it.

(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mejnrmAHuu1rqfhi2o1_400.gif)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 10, 2014, 02:05:34 PM
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Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 10, 2014, 03:28:51 PM
Ohoho, you don't want this!

*Beat starts banging*

Guess who's back in black - ready to lay you flat
And guess who's back off track with only a wack attack
Haha
The forces that be have already told me
Your game is up dawg- it's time to flee

Scatter, like Senbonzakura Kegeyoshi!

Representin Righteous science - this'll cost you a hefty price
Introducing the Maestro and I am your Vice!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 10, 2014, 03:44:33 PM
Let me give you some advice, if I were to try to win,
if you're a little old vice, then I'm a deadly sin!
This is NordicWrath, coming with the Berserker Rage,
gonna keep you rapt, because I'm a rapping sage.
If you really want to test me, go right ahead,
but if you can best me, you're better off dead.

(Ignore me, just do what you were, I merely wanted to try.)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 10, 2014, 09:20:55 PM
Ohoho, you don't want this!

*Beat starts banging*

Guess who's back in black - ready to lay you flat
And guess who's back off track with only a wack attack
Haha
The forces that be have already told me
Your game is up dawg- it's time to flee

Scatter, like Senbonzakura Kegeyoshi!

Representin Righteous science - this'll cost you a hefty price
Introducing the Maestro and I am your Vice!

*powers up*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6v7xwqZi2Y

(http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh319/Las7mans7anding/Z_aura_gar.gif) (http://s259.photobucket.com/user/Las7mans7anding/media/Z_aura_gar.gif.html)


Don't you see, you never will be
half as brilliant as this MC!

Your department is bust, your science is bluffed
and here you're crawling back tryin' act tough!

Who do you think is the reason for your life?
Think back real quick to the night of strife.
The bodies were flying, yes violence was rife
but then my boys put the mimes to the knife.

We found what we needed, the answer in sight
We did what we did to defend our site
With heads held high, we chased them to the night
And so did we not secure the blight?!

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 11, 2014, 04:07:11 AM
Rationalize all your evils with sick twisted ideals!
Just because they alien you think they don't feel?

Cutting up beings like you're jack the ripper
You need to chill out Coryn dont let your head get bigger

We're here to set the record straight
So bad science is done mate

We blow things up cleanly and righteously
Gonna hypnotize and mesmerize all of ye
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 11, 2014, 11:02:56 AM
Evil? Evil?! That's the word you choose?
You want to play that game, then you're the one who'll lose.

You and your brainwashing, equivalent to brain bashing
That's a misuse of science, equivalent to button mashing!

No precision, you'll just leave your subjects forlorn
At least i had the conscience to write up a release form!

You kidnap people off the street, let's not talk willingness
Even little girls I hear, man you being serious?

You'll even nab the innocent, yes I'm talking 'bout my assistant
Through free will she joined, no persuasion necessary
the way you treated her, I'm surprised she's not in the cemetery!

You talk of my evil doings, but i think you'll find
that for you as well, karma is going to have an ax to grind!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 11, 2014, 01:21:21 PM
Who Won? Who's Next? E~PIC RAP BATTLES OF MR

It's a pity not all the lines fit, particularly mine, but I think with that instrumental things fit just fine haha.

 *Crosses his hands

"Righteousssss."

*Walks away
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 11, 2014, 01:48:14 PM
till the next time then
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 11, 2014, 04:30:23 PM
Might I engage in a rap battle with someone?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 11, 2014, 09:46:36 PM
I want to see you vs. roshiro. fitting since he was the one who wanted to see some rap battles.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 11, 2014, 09:55:01 PM
Oh my god there's rap battles on here!? How have I missed this.!? *Channels his inner B-Rabbit* "Lets do this!"
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 11, 2014, 09:58:33 PM
Not so sure about my rapping skills, but I'd be willing to give it a try.

If I am challenged that is.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 11, 2014, 10:29:16 PM
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF MR!

Nordic! Wrath!

VS!

Roshiro Bya~kko!!!

Begin
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 11, 2014, 10:41:22 PM
(Go right ahead.)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 11, 2014, 11:05:51 PM
I guess I'll go first.

What's that in the sky? Is it a bird or a plane
Nope. Your king has returned Byakko's the name.

I see that they call you NordicWrath
But let me show you why you chose the wrong path
Because by stepping me, you walked into a bloodbath
And while you stand there shivering, I kick back and laugh.

You don't seem real keen
So let me tell ya what my name really means.

B stands for Berserk because I am completely nuts
Slice you into pieces as if I worked for Guts.

Y stands for Yell and you know why
My lyrics are so sick I make the Justice League cry!

A is for Ace cause that's all that I know
So you and the other scrubs can get up and go.

K means king because I'm worshipped once I grab the mic
While you get the mic after you mop the floor's at night.

K is for killer cause I am an animal like Jack The Ripper
Put you in a bodybag and pull up the zipper!

Cause when it comes to battle, ain't nobody better than me
I was rapping before I could say my ABC's!

So Im just gonna go
You so weak that I don't even need the o
Because I'm Roshiro Byakko and I just pwned this show!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 11, 2014, 11:11:09 PM
Now I know this isn't my time,
But I happen to be in my prime,
And I'm thinking it would be a crime,
If MR didn't hear me Rhyme,

Let me tell you that this is real,
Surely with this you cannot deal,
I spit fire like Natsu Dragneel,
With rhymes hitting harder than steel,
That even Dragon Slayer Gajeel,
Would consider a healthy meal,

Make verbal attacks and deadly moves,
Letting the people learn some home truths,
But the way I'll be Commanding dudes,
You'll think my last name is Lamprouge,

I'll end this quick, so I resign,
Hand off the mic to another guy,
If you wanna battle, you can try,
I'm warming up, still haven't used my Bankai!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 11, 2014, 11:34:19 PM
Whoa another cocky challenger
Too bad I'm about to bring down the hammer

Haven't even used bankai you say?
Never needed one shikai all day.
Your bankai and your rhymes will just decay
Because me against you ha! Child's play.

Spittin fire like Natsu?
Just open my eyes, bam! Amaterasu.

My rhymes are made of adamantine
Yours are about as sick as Bambietta Basterbine

And if Gajeel wants to be fed
I'll give him your rhymes because they dropped dead
Changing from purple to red
While you just got up and fled.

Ha Lamprouge!
I think you mean stooge.
Your about as cool as Ebenezer Scrooge!

So before you step into this ring
Flow is something you want to bring.
 
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 12:25:59 AM
A bloodbath, eh? A viking's paradise.
Let me give you a bit of friendly advice.

If you're to step to me in battle,
I've got news for you, my boy.
As a child, I had no rattle
an axe my only toy.

You say you're berserk?
Don't make me laugh.
You're just a little jerk,
a berserker decaf.

Both k's mean nothing to a Norseman, son.
For my mic's the killer, and Odin's the one

who's a king, the great almighty All Father.
to him, you were just seen as nothing but a bother.

He didn't need to remember thee,
a creature so pitiful in sight,
so he traded his eye to forget you, you see?
And he sent me to end the fight.

There is one difference between you and I,
so please let me elaborate.
I am safe under Odin's all-seeing eye,
and you were far too late.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 01:11:03 AM
Nice NordicWrath, I liked that. But now to end this.

A viking's paradise is right
Though I don't think it applies when your mommy still tucks you in at night
While you scream because your afraid the boogeyman will bite.

Stepping to you was a breeze
And like with the ladies, I did it with ease
Your rhymes are just like fleas
Annoying and weak geez!

An axe was what you played with as a boy.
I could've sworn it was a Tickle-Me Elmo toy.
I remember seeing you hugging it, dying of joy
And you'd look Elmo in the eyes and say," Just one moy."

If I'm the jerk then your the diva
Because you only did this so everyone could see ya.

Haha. Decaf that's nice.
Coming from the guy who smells like the spoiled milk I left out overnight.

The K's should mean something too
For I created them just to burn you.

The Almighty Father only sees me as a bother
Because I treat you like what you are, cannon fodder.

He traded his eye to forget you
He felt ashamed that you failed at all you do.

Odin sent me to end this fight because he was worried
So he gave me a shovel and told me he wanted you buried.

I am king of this battle and king of the world
I'll steal your pride and I'll take your girl!
Your rhymes are about as scary as a squirrel!

I am at my peak and for you, I will seek
And just so you know, Odin doesn't favor the weak.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 01:44:58 AM
You really think that I'm not a man?
To beat me, you'll need a better plan.

It's an obvious lie, and you surely know,
for a woman's nature, you give a show.

The All Father favoring you? Please.
You're a weak, pathetic cheat.
So with out any boring or annoying pleas,
let me this battle complete.

This is why he sent me again,
you Japanese dumbass.
He needs some real men,
not a little bonny lass.

Got some Irish in me too,
a real wild rover,
now scream like the banshees taught you,
because this battle's over.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 01:51:04 AM
Who Won? Who's Next? E~PIC RAP BATTLES OF MR

That was fun Nordic :thumbsup: Glad we battled my MR brother. though it's American dumbass. :biggrin:

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 01:56:41 AM
I was going with what I assumed with the name. But yes, it was fun. *extends hand* Let's do that again some time.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:00:46 AM
I'd be happy to do this again.*shakes hand*. It'd be cool if more people did it so we could have a tournament.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:06:00 AM
I'd fight alongside you in any battle, sir. *Salute*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:07:53 AM
*Salute.*
Hm that gave me an idea. Team rap battles.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:11:39 AM
The Norseman and the
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:13:14 AM
White Tiger(That's what Byakko means)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:19:42 AM
:o Could I ride you into battle, and then in the middle of it all, you back my *censored* up?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:22:08 AM
I'd prefer to ride together, I think.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:23:15 AM
I figured. It'd be demeaning to be ridden anywy. And I'd prefer you start.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:27:04 AM
I'd have no problem being the first of us two to go, but it would seem that we would be facing Coryn and Lego.*gulps*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:28:23 AM
It doesn't matter if the gods are with us on that one, they practically ARE gods.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:32:34 AM
Yeah, hm moderators. Will they accept? Am I ready to run home crying when I lose? Can my words even affect them? I guess I'll have to take down a MR god.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:34:26 AM
It's like No Game No Life, except there isn't anyone else to defeat but the gods. And we can't.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:38:09 AM
You're making me real nervous about this. Maybe they won't accept.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:39:34 AM
 :noidea: But if they do, I'm prepared to dine in Valhalla. We'll at least make an effort.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:40:35 AM
I've always wanted to eat there. I'm in.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:41:58 AM
Wait. Endless food, and mead that is forever flowing for the losers, and the winners get bragging rights? Who are the real winners here?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:44:00 AM
Very true.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:44:58 AM
So anyway, do you write poetry?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:47:35 AM
A long time ago and it was mostly lovey-dovey stuff, not my style anymore.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 12, 2014, 02:48:31 AM
tag team rap battle you say? how would we lay this down then. 2 versus a pop alternating?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:48:50 AM
Puppy love, hormonal teen love, or romantic love?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:49:57 AM
Oh gods. I was hoping that I would have until tomorrow before they noticed, at least.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 12, 2014, 02:51:14 AM
well, we still need lego to agree.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 02:53:10 AM
Good point. Well, I'm off to pray to the gods of war. Be back for my imminent demise tomorrow.... or later today, apparently.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 02:53:40 AM
@Coryn
Yeah that sounds good. That way we all face both of our enemies.

@Nordic
The second one. Poems use to always do me well, until highschool
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 12, 2014, 12:38:58 PM
What the hell why do cool things happen as soon as I fall asleep?! Hahaha that rap was epicdiculous 

Team rap battle?  Oho I'm game.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 01:10:15 PM
Well I won't be back until around 9. Sorry.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 12, 2014, 03:45:24 PM
Yeah, same here Lego, the good stuff only happens at around 4am it seems

Should stay up for the rebuttal it seems, I think Hip Hop law dictates I've got to respond to Roshiro now :P

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 12, 2014, 03:53:58 PM
Haha I post when I can so don't worry about stuff like that.

When you and roshiro exchanged lines I also laughed. Dose' anime references man hahaha.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 12, 2014, 04:17:24 PM
Of course man, I'm on a Manga forum so I'll make reference to that. In fact, I'm going to try to stick to one show and make a rap with just references from that :P
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 12, 2014, 04:32:39 PM
Boo yah!!!

We know all about how your talk is cheap,
But I rhyme better than you half asleep,
Let me pick one subject on which to keep,
My lines focused on, my AOT knowledge is deep

Let me introduce myself, I'm Vacant nice to meet you,
I'm a freestyle Titan, better watch that I don't eat you,
Like Eren I'll swallow your torso, head and feet too,
Be like Levi Taicho, ain't nothing I can't cleave through,

I'm Like Mikasa Ackerman in that nothing moves her,
But I'll be using my 3D gear to Maneuver,
And I'll be flipping and leapfrogging over this Loser,
Polishing you off like the last beer at the boozer,

Your Nursery rhymes are elementary and so blatant,
You think the spot at the top is empty but it's just Vacant!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 05:54:29 PM
Wow my talk is cheap? I'm the one who doesn't know?
I think it's about time The King taught you to reap what you sow
Because we're not even in the same row
I sit high while you lay low
Eating seeds from my palm like you're my pet crow.

Your knowledge is deep? Your the beast unleashed?
Im about to destroy you and leave you lying on the floor Sleeped.

But if you're keeping to one subject though.
I'll keep to one too, let's try Naruto.

Ha. You're going to eat me!?
A Titan couldn't even scratch the one-tailed jinchuriki!
Slam you to the ground like it's Gedo Mazo vs Choji.
Disable your weak flow like my boy Neji.
Murder your whole family as if I was Itachi.

Ain't nothing you can't cleave through? Are you even tryin?
Cause that didn't help when Levi's group was killed by that Female Titan.

But you are like Levi that is very true.
So do you mind wiping this dirt off my shoe?
Maybe vacuum my floor and clean the kitchen too?

Ah Mikasa. what a soldier.
Do you not recall when she testified against her own brother?
While Itachi gave his the gift of a dead father and mother?
And created a true monster.
And if Mikasa wants it, Sasuke's the hunter.

The top isn't Vacant.
It's just you holding my spot for me
Here's your payment.

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 06:14:42 PM
Who Won? Who's Next? E~PIC RAP BATTLES OF MR

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 06:25:41 PM
What the hell why do cool things happen as soon as I fall asleep?! Hahaha that rap was epicdiculous 

Team rap battle?  Oho I'm game.
Thanks Lego, but now that you've said yes, I'm going to have to destroy you in battle(or epically fail). The rap came so natural, wish we had more than just you, Coryn, Nordic, Vacant and I, but this is loads of fun. Now that I reread the latest battles I do notice that they're pretty funny. I imagine this as Epic Rap Battles now for some reason.

@Vacant
I struggled to think of a counter for your second verse. It was solid. Glad I could battle you and if you ever want to go again, I'm game.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 12, 2014, 07:03:36 PM
Damn it Roshiro, you always respond an hour after and I've stopped being in the rapping mood! we need some live rap battling!!!..........somehow, oh tag battle I want a tag battle!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 07:06:35 PM
True Vacant. I can do a live rap battle.

Tag battle? I'm ready when everyone else is.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 07:51:23 PM
The Norsetaku is back!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 07:52:22 PM
Now we must wait for the others.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 07:52:58 PM
*Meditates*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 07:57:03 PM
*watches 8 mile*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 07:59:55 PM
I have a plan for our battle.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 08:04:47 PM
A plan you say
Well, please tell for I want to see the way

I am preparing for the battle is coming
My skills will send all running.

And to defeat our foes
Rhyming is the way to go.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 08:23:58 PM
Well of course we're going to rhyme,
but now is really not the thyme.

And yes, I know that that's really a spice,
but the mods can come back to see, that's not too nice.

It'll become quite apparent,
trust me, you will see.
My lines will not ever be errant
so hopefully winners we'll be.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 08:27:52 PM
I trust that you have a plan
I'll enjoy spitting lyrics against the man
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 08:34:25 PM
XD "The Man." Bummer, man. Always coming down on us.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 08:43:15 PM
Ain't that the truth.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 08:59:02 PM
I'd be okay if the mods te their time. My show is getting really interesting.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 12, 2014, 10:02:23 PM
Sorry guys, I came off MR to grind out some serious writing for a couple of hours.

Sooooo, what are the teams?

Is it  Byakko and Nordic    v.s.     Lego and Coryn???

I don't mind being Referee for that one, before getting a hot tag in from someone!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 12, 2014, 10:07:13 PM
Sorry guys, I came off MR to grind out some serious writing for a couple of hours.

Sooooo, what are the teams?

Is it  Byakko and Nordic    v.s.     Lego and Coryn???

I don't mind being Referee for that one, before getting a hot tag in from someone!
It is indeed Nordic and I vs The Mods
We do need a referee, you're hired.
And I may use that hot tag.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 12, 2014, 10:18:18 PM
I find your lack of faith in our rapping disturbing.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 13, 2014, 02:49:54 AM
alright, way i see it, the order should come thusly:


Nordic
Lego
Roshiro
Coryn
Nordic
Lego
Roshiro
Coryn


So we each get two turns, and we alternate between sides each time. and this way we know exactly who needs to come next. all fair?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 13, 2014, 02:52:04 AM
Looks Fair.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 13, 2014, 09:40:39 AM
DX Why am I first?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 13, 2014, 10:58:36 AM
If you go first you set the tone for the battle.  It forces everyone to respond to what you said.  That gives you an element of control as you can predict the retorts they will come up with so going first isn't necessarily a disadvantage
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 13, 2014, 01:55:14 PM
Or you can badly fail and set yourself up for hell *Righteous laughter*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 13, 2014, 01:58:43 PM
you're first cause this way it's inverse alphabetical

your side goes regularly N to R

ours is backwards L to C


and thus, my strange style of ordering is known.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 13, 2014, 02:07:33 PM
Engineers *Sneers*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 13, 2014, 02:28:40 PM
(http://www.reactiongifs.com/wp-content/gallery/no/jerry-no.gif)

Someone else can go first. I would screw the whole thing up.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 13, 2014, 05:00:24 PM
oh just start. starting is easy, it's just like following up, except you don't react with the first line, you just go straight into the attack.


@lego: being an engineer has nothing to do with it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 13, 2014, 05:23:37 PM
Yeah Nordic just give it a whirl, it's honestly pretty easy to start.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 13, 2014, 07:55:16 PM
(http://www.reactiongifs.com/wp-content/gallery/no/987.gif)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 13, 2014, 07:57:10 PM
Just start off
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 13, 2014, 08:02:26 PM
Holy crap this actually is turning into 8 Mile. Don't worry, Nordic will come back at the end and win the battle! :P
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 13, 2014, 08:08:22 PM
Epic Rap Battles of MangaRaiders!!!!!
Roshiro Byakko! V.S.! Legooooooomaestro!

BEGIN!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 13, 2014, 08:24:13 PM

Nu! I refuse

alright, way i see it, the order should come thusly:


Nordic
Lego
Roshiro
Coryn
Nordic
Lego
Roshiro
Coryn


So we each get two turns, and we alternate between sides each time. and this way we know exactly who needs to come next. all fair?

Team rappu battoru  or bust!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 13, 2014, 08:26:29 PM
Gonna make me do this, aren't you?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 13, 2014, 08:26:57 PM
Yes we are. :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 13, 2014, 08:33:03 PM
^
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 13, 2014, 08:34:43 PM
And if I refuse, my mortal soul is forfeit?

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 13, 2014, 08:36:20 PM
Indeed it is.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 13, 2014, 08:38:49 PM
(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/306/f/5/soul_eater_evans_by_hawke525-d31rhok.png)

Goddamn it. And he was fun, too.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 13, 2014, 08:47:54 PM
Okay as OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!-fficial Referee/Tim Westwood, I'm going to pitch something here. Roshiro you and Nordic swap, so you go first then Lego, then Nordic, then Coryn. Otherwise we won't have any battle it seems!


*I've also found you guys a beat to use :P

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdNIIg1pZBs (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdNIIg1pZBs)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 13, 2014, 08:49:08 PM
I'll do it then.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 13, 2014, 08:51:29 PM
Epic Rap Battles of MangaRaiders!!!!!
Roshiro Byakko! V.S.! Legooooooomaestro!

BEGIN!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 13, 2014, 09:05:37 PM
EDIT: I had already begun writing the rap when you posted the link.

The king is back so everyone can just pack
Because I'm an animal with the mic and the mods ain't winning jack
Cause I'm about to attack. Pull out my machete and just hack.

Lego, you claim that you are morally justified
Morality ain't going to mean anything once I bury you alive.
Leave a flower laying on your grave. Bye.

And let's not forget the science division for that'd be a sin
A bigger abomination then the man known as Coryn Sken.

Rambling on about your mad science
Always wanting people's total compliance
Well prepare to meet the king's defiance
I'll shatter you and I'll crush your petty alliance

I'd suggest you leave because your both just sitting there crying.
You think I gave you all I got, I'm not even trying.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 14, 2014, 12:08:08 AM
*snaps in a Z formation*

oh no you didn't
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 14, 2014, 12:18:16 AM
I had to, I await the counter rhyme.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 14, 2014, 01:10:24 AM
That beat is funky, it's hard to rap to haha.

Crowds going AWOL before the end of the show
Because they all know I'm gonna take you down  solo

I'll put you down like a dog if I have to!
End you so fast you won't know you died
- it don't matter i'll still be justified

Because,
Your wack rhymes are war crimes - you can't drop lines against a mind like this!
Got a job got an office and I'm just chilling behind petabytes as  I drop these beats
And you're just out jobless haunting these streets

It's as you say - Gravity dawg
The strong will rise and the weak will fall!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 14, 2014, 01:16:58 AM
I'm going to have to take this to another level. Next time we go Lego, I'll finish you.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on July 14, 2014, 01:53:51 AM
If the strong will rise,
you'd better run and hide.
Cause there ain't nothing stronger
than a Norseman's pride!

If you want war crimes,
let me start to drop rhymes.
This is the end times,
and these truths'll be harder to swallow
than the most bitter limes.

Ride my longboat up alongside,
best you'll be saying is, "Well I tried."
Just try to pierce this thick hide.
Oh, wait, guess what, I lied,
Only thing anyone is gonna be saying is,
he died.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 15, 2014, 12:19:05 AM
Well 'Hail to the King!' they cry, as I walk by.
I hope you're ready boys, cause it's do or die!

We're black and white it's a straight dichotomy
not the color of our skin, but blinding energy

Now you challenge the mods
and you say that we're like gods.
And that argument is flawed
but still prepare to be awed!

Our ties have aged like fine wine
Lego and I, still so fly
Been here together since two-double O-nine!

My pride got me killed, I guess it works both ways
you rely on it too, so count your days!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on July 16, 2014, 03:13:49 AM
Lego you're going to take me down solo?
I guess everyone has their dreams. But no.

"Hail to the King!" they yell
I think it's about time that Coryn fell.
Hammer him down like a nail
Throw him in the nearest cell
Because rapping is serious business and mods don't sell.

End me like I'm some petty child.
Lego you just made this beast wild
Don't worry, I've already got Coryn dialed
So you two best run because this beast eats the mild.

I called you a god that is true
I called Lego one too
Out of respect because in my head I was screaming boo!
And The King only gives respect when it's due
So run along now you two
Because The King don't want to burn you!"

So to end this rhyme, I'm going to ask that you start running.
Because I find your lack of rapping skills disturbing.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 16, 2014, 07:39:48 AM
*Uses BURN HEAL
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 17, 2014, 03:34:52 PM
Yo. Yo. Coryn?
Who let the rats out?

They be nibbling on our feet, dicing up this beat
I mean, it's pretty mean and obscene man they're messing up these streets
Glob Mods here. And I Guess it's time to clean

You see
As a moderator it's my sworn duty to moderate
those who complicate by being too moderate and too lame to
spit a game or two
Foolishness! Ye fools!

We're gonna strike you down with our badass fire
Wear scouters if you can they're both gonna shatter
Over 9000! (literally)
Doesn't matter what you bring we've got slanty eyes and evil smiles
like Gin

I'm not gonna stop because I'm the dropper that keeps on dropping bombs on ya'll so long as the beat is droppin
Enough science and battle power between us to divide
Your atoms and your mind

Pull you apart like black holes
You couldn't dodge these bullets if you were Neo
Zero
Reduce you to dust, now your reputation is bust


Our Banhammer like Mjolnir - except two times cooler
I think it's official, the Maestro has schooled ya
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: cheeku1999 on August 06, 2014, 12:04:37 PM
You think you're great lego?
Sitting behind that screen
Oh il tell you a scene
Which you will truly find obscene

A bomb dropper?
More like a tiny bomber man
Your crappy rhymes reduced
50,000 virgins life spans
You cant match up to me
You maybe king but I am god
Or a transcended being perhaps
Between you freaking frauds


O S*** I think your raps just gave me cancer
Il skewer you body so bad
Like you were impaled by a lancer
"Glob mods here its time to clean?"
Chop you up in the guillotine
Il flush your messy head
Down the latrine

Now now don't be cryin
Its like your doin a mating call
You may be ready to procreate
But your **** is just 2 inches tall

This is just the starting
Or the tip of the iceberg as some say
You wanna mess with me?
Just get ready to pay

I'll crumble that eccentric group of yours
Exterminate all those virgin geeks
Oh sorry I made a mistake
They are called natures freaks

If you have the guts or balls
To challenge the god of raps
Then come at me bro
Out of you imma beat out the crap

I don't think you should mess with me
with you I'll recreate 2 girls 1 cup
If you have nothing better to say
Then you all should just
SHUT THE F*** UP!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: cheeku1999 on August 06, 2014, 12:05:21 PM
*NEW CHALLENGER STEPS IN THE RING*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: WhiteCrow on August 07, 2014, 01:32:39 AM
Hey guys and gals, I thought I'd share some of my work with you all, I'm gonna post 3 different poems that were written for different reasons.

The first poem is called Puzzle Piece, it's a short poem I wrote to my oldest son who is Autistic.

Puzzle Piece by WhiteCrow

My Puzzle Piece
My unique
One of a kind
No rain all shine
Puzzle Piece
My bundle of persistence
My soldier of resistance
My reason for existence
My Puzzle Piece
You are my strength
My patience
My blessing
This Puzzle Piece
That knows no hate
And shows unconditional love
Whose mind is pure
Too bright for this darkness
You're just a child
My child
All that I need
If you are the piece
Then I am the puzzle
Because you complete me
My Puzzle Piece
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: WhiteCrow on August 07, 2014, 01:36:18 AM
The next piece is titled "Letter to the Lost"

This was written when I was asked to write a poem for a friend of mine who had been killed in a car accident. I had about 2 days to write it, but I felt it conveyed the proper emotion that not only myself, but everyone else was feeling.

Letter to the lost


This is a letter to the lost
But never forgotten
The memory in a picture
And untouched clothes in the closet
Thank you for being in the dream
That we never want to end
For sending words of encouragement
Through whispers in the wind
You inspired many
Are loved by more
Another Angel
Now enters Heavens Door
Our hearts will always remember
What our mind may one day forget
You were a blessing
Everything we needed
One of the greatest people
That we’ve ever met
Blessed be your soul
May our prayers carry you to eternal peace
Let us celebrate your life
And remember you
For you
Until we speak again love
Enjoy your angelic sleep
Until we speak again love
Rest in peace
This is our letter to you
The lost
But never forgotten
The memory in a picture
And untouched clothes in the closet
We thank you for being in the dreams
That we'll never want to end
And we love to hear your voice
Through those whispers in the wind
This is not goodbye
This is not the end
For we will meet again
Our dear friend
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 07, 2014, 01:40:05 AM
Nice. All my personal pieces tend to be angsty and whiney. Well most of the popular ones are angsty. It's nice to have these kinds.

I felt a bit off about the 'They part' Felt like it should be a poem without consideration of a 'they' if that makes sense, but nice work.


Second one flowed much better I think. Sad, of course but also nice

@ Cheeku not in the mood haha

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKsmsOhk1JI

*Picks up the mic
Spoiler

Baka
*Drops the mic

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: WhiteCrow on August 07, 2014, 01:45:39 AM
The last one is titled "Lifetime of Love"

I was asked to write a poem for a friend of mine who was pregnant and was having her baby shower, now obviously I am not a woman so it was a little tough attempting to write it from a women's perspective but I tried.

Lifetime of Love

With your first heartbeat
I fell for you
From that first breath
To your first steps
I will cherish you
You are the Angel
That God has entrusted to me
We have met
In my most beautiful dreams
And when I hold you
I will see
That dreams
Do become reality
To hear your laugh
And see your smile
Makes the wait
Worth all the while
I will strive to make you happy
With all that I do
For that
Is what loving mothers do
I will fight your fears
And wipe your tears
So you may know
That mommy's here
No weapon formed
Shall prosper
Against you and I
We will overcome
Standing side by side
From now
Until forever
You will always
Make me better
And I will sacrifice everything
For you
To grow as you grow
We shall learn together
That through Gods eyes
We can show enough love
To make the world better
With a heartbeat
I fell for you
As all mothers do
And now
A lifetime of love
Has already
Been planned
For you
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: WhiteCrow on August 07, 2014, 01:49:31 AM
@Lego, I actually don't have an idea of what you mean.

Do you possibly mean that I should keep the focus on of the poem on him and I rather than throwing at others?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 07, 2014, 01:51:27 AM
Yeah that's what I felt. But poems are tricky business for me so you don't need to put much stock to that. Its you're personal piece afterall
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: WhiteCrow on August 07, 2014, 01:58:08 AM
No, it's good advice and it definitely makes sense.

When it comes to Autism, those who have it tend to be alienated in a lot of things, those who live with and deal with them, get those weird looks when out in public and the individual has a melt down. It's an everyday struggle, my son is 6 years old, and when he was 2 we found out he had Autism; it was at that point that I realized he's most likely with me forever... from childhood to adulthood, I'm probably gonna be 100% responsible for him. And that was an adjustment, especially since I was 22 at the time.  I guess I added it in there because of personal anger towards those who CHOOSE not to understand. Because even though I'm aware that most people don't understand, it's a shame when a select few decide to mock the individual with the condition rather than be mature about it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 07, 2014, 02:04:36 AM
I can't say I understand the condition since I haven't met with it, but I do know people can be cruel about it. I just thought that for this kind of thing your resolve is the most important. Though it's sort of like sticking fingers into your ears and shouting lalala it's a safer bet than trying to change people who're twisted that way.

Geh, just my two cents again

I'd say the second poem went the best but the last isn't too bad as well. Though it may be a bit stretched-looking with how you spaced the words? I'd say for an alternate perspective you did well.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: WhiteCrow on August 07, 2014, 02:11:20 AM
Quote
I can't say I understand the condition since I haven't met with it, but I do know people can be cruel about it. I just thought that for this kind of thing your resolve is the most important. Though it's sort of like sticking fingers into your ears and shouting lalala it's a safer bet than trying to change people who're twisted that way.

-I see what you mean.
 
Quote
I'd say the second poem went the best but the last isn't too bad as well. Though it may be a bit stretched-looking with how you spaced the words? I'd say for an alternate perspective you did well.

-Yeah for some reason when I pasted it that's it came out. I didn't take the time to fix it up, but i'll do so. Thanks for the feedback.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: WhiteCrow on August 07, 2014, 02:37:02 AM
I altered that section in Puzzle Piece.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 07, 2014, 02:39:23 AM
Yeah, for me I definitely think it's more directed now.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: cheeku1999 on August 07, 2014, 05:35:23 AM
Cmon lego plsh ,-, or are ya too scared  :tongue: :bored: >:(
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: cheeku1999 on August 07, 2014, 05:36:19 AM
Btw I really liked your poems White :)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 07, 2014, 05:40:24 AM
Haha, just not in the mood atm
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on August 07, 2014, 04:09:55 PM
Brave Sir Lego ran away! He didn't want to save the day.
When danger reared its ugly head, he tucked his tail between his legs.....
And fled.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on August 17, 2014, 04:40:59 PM
                                                               EPIC RAP BATTLES OF ANIME!!!!!

LIGHT YAGAMI............V.S...............LELOUCH LAMPROUGE!!!!

BEGIN!

Light Yagami:
They call me Kira, I'm revered as a Hero,
They call you a terrorist, ain't nothing but a Zero,
For the sins you've commited you wont end up in heaven,
But I'll still wipe you off the face of area eleven,
You're just a weak schoolboy making a harem,
How old's Kaguya, isn't she like Fourteen?
Ever heard that the pens mightier than the sword?
I got 40 seconds to kill you when I'm bored,
You're just blinded by the light, just like your sister,
and was that Shirleys name I wrote down? Didn't know you'd miss her
Your death is near Lulu and you can no longer cheat it,
And just to celebrate I'll take a potato chip and eat it!


Lelouch Lamprouge:
Hmph, you talk big but I could beat you for fun,
If it wasn't for your bitch we know L would of won,
You got killed by a kid, you couldn't see your death was near?
But like your surname backwards, we know you like it up the rear,
I'm the Emperor of Rap and for my first decree,
I'll bitchslap you and your freaking Shinigami,
The Black Knights will make sure your light's getting darker,
You Can't touch me when I'm inside my Shinkiro's Armour,
My Geass holds power over all women and men,
your powers rendered useless unless you got a pen,
Your not even the star of your own show and that's gotta itch,
But this chess game is over and I'm calling Checkmate B!tch


Light Yagami:
ha, you're telling gay jokes? Well that's fine with me,
Least I don't touch girls before they reach puberty,
I'm making a better world so watch me build it,
Rap's not in my notebook since I've already killed it!


Lelouch Lamprouge:
C.C. was immortal, so she's older than you,
Jealous of me, since you have less girls than I do?
Allow me to give you a gift before we say goodbye,
Lelouch Vi Britainnia Commands you, Die!

WHO WON?

WHO'S NEXT?

YOU DECIDE!!!


Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 17, 2014, 04:56:08 PM
Haven't read this but hell yes man. I actually wanted to see this happen and wrote my own before haha!

EDIT

beware spoilers of course.

Kira won, but i'd rather lelouch did
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on August 17, 2014, 07:29:03 PM
Haha, lets make it happen dude! Was 20 minutes I could of spent on serious writing but hey I regret nothing!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 17, 2014, 07:43:27 PM
Man I'm not as savvy with references as you are. I would like to see so many . The Big 3 vs the new Big 3. Edward Elric vs another chibi shounen character. Luffy vs Goku. haha so many.

You know what I'll wing it with any one of these
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on August 17, 2014, 11:24:47 PM
I'd be willing to act as a few characters, if need be.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: cheeku1999 on August 18, 2014, 01:15:58 AM
Vacant thats some impressive work! And the references are also done so well..... Il have a try at it later maybe.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on August 18, 2014, 06:53:35 AM
                                                               EPIC RAP BATTLES OF ANIME!!!!!

BROLY............V.S...............MADARA UCHIHA!!!!
Broly:
Are you ready for this ruthless attack,
I'll show everybody that Uchiha's just a clan of hacks,
Your little brother died oh so sad,
Shut the hell up man, I murdered my dad!
You had to use your friend's powers to reach an acceptable level?
Uh infinite power level here, someone grab a shovel,
I am forever feared by Saiyans any other race too,
You suck so bad that you had Obito pose as you!
I was born with the power of a god, I slay men ,
The best I've seen you do is corrupt little boys in love with Rin!
The legends about you are juicy and rich,
But the best I've seen you do is beat an emo kid and his fox bitch!


Madara Uchiha:
Sharingan deactivate this guy's a hoax,
Who would've thought the Legendary Super Saiyan was just a big joke?
Yes I boosted my power using Senju,
You should try it maybe just maybe you could actually defeat Goku ,
Your fighting skills are pitiful your not a king of men,
Seriously, how many guys can say they lost to Goten?
I became evil because I was denied leading the government,
You became evil because someone cried......as an infant!
Infinite power level no way,
How in the hell do you still manage to lose everytime in the same damn way,
So just die and resurrect once again Broly,
Because I'm slaughtering every single phony,
Or did you not see what I did to the Kage, Naruto, Sasuke, and Tobi!


Broly:
Don't even bring up resurrection man, so feel my wrath
You did it twice, three if you count the transformation into the Sage of Six Paths!
Deactivate your Sharingan go ahead,
It'll make it 2 times easier to take your head,
Hey who knows, maybe you enjoyed being dead.

Madara Uchiha:
I'll beat you in so many ways that you'll never be the same,
Sorry no, this isn't one of your daddies "games'.
They could've put Yuhabach and Akainu on your team and you'd still be slaughtered,
Only difference would be 2 more people being used as fodder.
I'm the perfect form of justice and I've lost everything so now I only gain,
Send my boy Nagato on your ass, then you'll feel the pain,
You want a bloodbath bitch?
Akatsuki makes it rain.

WHO WON?

WHO'S NEXT?

YOU DECIDE!!!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 23, 2014, 11:41:32 AM
Hehe Madara won... Can an Uchiha do it again!?



Uchiha! Itachi! VS!

Portgas D. Ace!


Ace
Spoiler
Spin the rim of my hat
ain't no sharingan I'll tell you that

Don't need no jutsu to mesmerize
Know fear snivelling ninja
see the fire in my eyes

You get off on slaughtering your whole crew
Your family your moms your pops for the sake of the country?
Bullcrap fool!

Too weak and meek to defend your pride with your fists
What did I expect from a shinobi trick.
Go flashbacking and backtracking on your deals to justify your kills

So be it land or the sea
you really do not want to see me

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on August 23, 2014, 02:41:45 PM
you know what i realized, we never finished that double team rap battle from a bit back. nordicwrath fell through with his part
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 23, 2014, 02:54:18 PM
Just swept it under the rug...
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on August 23, 2014, 06:39:57 PM
well lego I think we can declare ourselves victors by default, seeing as how the other team up and failed to finish.

not that it matters. would have won anyways.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 23, 2014, 06:51:41 PM
*Fistbump

Word.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on August 23, 2014, 07:01:46 PM
*Wakes up after weeks of being in the ring*

"It's Over? I...I can call it!?"

Ahem...........

"Ladies and Gentlemen the Referee has called for the bell as a result of a forfeit. The Winners of the Match and STILL REIGNING MANGA RAIDERS TAG TEAM EMCEE CHAMPIONS!"

"CORYN & LEGOMAESTRO!!!!!!!!"

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 23, 2014, 07:55:06 PM
(http://i594.photobucket.com/albums/tt23/legomaestro/consideryourselfschooled.jpg) (http://s594.photobucket.com/user/legomaestro/media/consideryourselfschooled.jpg.html)

bam
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on August 23, 2014, 08:29:12 PM
I would like to thank the academy.


Also apparently my neck that is as tall as my head.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 23, 2014, 08:32:29 PM
Shhhhh it's style style
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on August 24, 2014, 10:06:32 AM
If it were style then everybody's necks would be that long!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 24, 2014, 10:55:33 AM
It's not my fault if you modified your own neck using your immoral science!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on August 24, 2014, 04:33:02 PM
no, that's definitely a fact that you just made up T.T
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 24, 2014, 04:48:48 PM
Plausibility is one vowel away from possibility
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on August 25, 2014, 12:15:49 AM
Not my fault I fell through. I had to leave.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on August 28, 2014, 10:59:14 PM
well lego I think we can declare ourselves victors by default, seeing as how the other team up and failed to finish.

not that it matters. would have won anyways.

Would have won anyways? I'll get my revenge.

*Wakes up after weeks of being in the ring*

"It's Over? I...I can call it!?"

Ahem...........

"Ladies and Gentlemen the Referee has called for the bell as a result of a forfeit. The Winners of the Match and STILL REIGNING MANGA RAIDERS TAG TEAM EMCEE CHAMPIONS!"

"CORYN & LEGOMAESTRO!!!!!!!!"



I call for a rematch! That's allowed right?

(http://i594.photobucket.com/albums/tt23/legomaestro/consideryourselfschooled.jpg) (http://s594.photobucket.com/user/legomaestro/media/consideryourselfschooled.jpg.html)

bam

And a self-portrait for the winners? Oh I am definitely going to win next time.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 29, 2014, 03:54:41 AM
Haha I won't filch out of drawing yours. But then again, ain't happening Bakayaro! hehe.

Rematch's make the world go round.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on August 29, 2014, 05:57:27 PM
I will win next time. I can't let my name be tarnished by that last rap battle.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 29, 2014, 06:02:50 PM
You lost by default so it wasn't exactly clear cut but hey, this is war
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 31, 2014, 03:52:40 PM
*commits social seppuku

Ahem, wrote a 'rock' song. I dearly wish I could communicate the hard rock guitars I imagined for it.


Bonny and Clyde

What the hell were you doing?
How the hell the did you get caught?
You ruined a perfect plan
It it ain't a sin if they don't know

Why bother running now?
You were caught in the headlights
I recommend use everything
All that guns that you stockpiled

This is the end of the li~ne
Bonny and Clyde
Go out with a smile
In a while crocodile

What the hell were you thinking?
I mean how could you never know?
You ruined a perfect plan
It ain't a sin if you're not caught

Why bother running now?
You were caught in the headlights
I recommend use everything
All the guns that you stockpiled

This is the end of the li~ne (yeah)
Bonny and Clyde
Go out with a smile
Don't think we'll see eachother for a while



I 'sang' a take of how I wanted it to sound. Just take it as a reference

Spoiler
https://www.dropbox.com/s/zlxpie6b5py2g7q/Bonny%20and%20Clude.wma?dl=0
[/spoiler

Dat typo'
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 01, 2014, 02:00:54 PM
Social seppuku? That's awesome! I'm dying right now! *Dun dun dun, dun dun duhhhhhhhhh*
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 01, 2014, 02:21:53 PM
*Cries

Danke schön Captain of the airship Fleetfooted Malevolence-san!

I really wish I could do that for real on guitars.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 01, 2014, 05:07:10 PM
The malevolence could always use a bard, son.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 01, 2014, 05:24:09 PM
I'll probably return to my post as Vice Virtue Minister... If I'm not fired due to *cough* recent issues.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 01, 2014, 05:44:32 PM
Well if you're ever in a bind, Marceil Snowshyne will be around.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 01, 2014, 05:47:11 PM
Aye aye capi-tain


Question does being a pirate come with sexy british accents? Or do I have to get that somewhere else?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 01, 2014, 06:07:20 PM
If you'd like, we could take some shore leave in New London.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 01, 2014, 08:02:20 PM
*Clears Throat* I am quite prepared to rap, and this time, I WILL START THIS MATCH. Are you game, moderators? I'm sure you are. Quite cocksure at that.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 01, 2014, 08:46:36 PM
You'd have to wait for Roshiro, and  Coryn if he's up for round two
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 01, 2014, 08:49:52 PM
I suppose I could crank out enough sick rhymes to put you in your place.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 01, 2014, 08:52:32 PM
Roshiro, my brother. I am here once again. I may have failed you, but never again shall that come to pass. Are you ready to follow me onto the battlefield?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 01, 2014, 09:44:36 PM
First off, I would like to address both of my competitors before beginning. Good luck to you both, and I hope that we fight a good fight! Second, I would like to make a proposal to you both, if you're willing to listen.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 02, 2014, 12:34:56 AM
might as well while we wait for roshiro
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 02, 2014, 08:45:13 AM
We record this momentous event, for I have put quite a bit of effort into my first attack. Then someone who is good at editing sound could piece our raps together.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 02, 2014, 09:32:20 AM
I'm too scared of such social seppukku...

And who can make beats as epic as ERBOH
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 02, 2014, 11:24:59 AM
indeed, we'll need someone to create a beat before we start then.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 02, 2014, 03:05:14 PM
We can find our own that would suit our styles. I've already got mine. And i'm sure that you've got better voices than you're leading on.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 02, 2014, 03:11:00 PM
If it aint a sexy british baritone then it is no voice OTL OTL

Link the instrumental you found? If we can't make our own then we'd have to agree on  what it is.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 02, 2014, 03:57:52 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRm9d8oMe9o (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRm9d8oMe9o)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 02, 2014, 05:01:30 PM
well things would be pretty disjointed if we each had separate beats. got to be a single one.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 02, 2014, 05:12:16 PM
Not if we transition well enough(?).
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on September 02, 2014, 06:06:34 PM
Roshiro, my brother. I am here once again. I may have failed you, but never again shall that come to pass. Are you ready to follow me onto the battlefield?
Sure, I'm game.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 02, 2014, 06:10:17 PM
So what would the verdict be on recording it?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 02, 2014, 07:25:02 PM
Whoever has experience with Audacity? Hint: I don't
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 02, 2014, 07:27:37 PM
I know someone who is veeeeeery savvy. He does youtube. He uses audacity, I believe. But at any rate, shall we begin?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 02, 2014, 07:37:41 PM
I'll be last. So

Nordic then Coryn then Roshiro then Lego


You'll probably have to be wary of the time when you make your rap so that we know where we'll be starting for ours.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 02, 2014, 07:49:07 PM
(Feel free to use your own electroswing beat to rid us of the time constraint.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRm9d8oMe9o (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRm9d8oMe9o)

*I strut in, goggles on my head. I produce a microphone, which is locked into place from a stand on my back. *

Now, before I begin, just a quick introduction. This is Marceil Snowshyne, Airship Pirate, and, as of today, your MC. For your listening pleasure, I will now be performing a "dis rap" as it is called, but with a bit of a twist. (0:00-0:19)

I heard tell that you chaps were all biting me,
but if you'll recall, you weren't ever really fighting me.
You see, I'm from the past, but I'm not archaic,
I will take you on a ride, hope you don't get airsick.

Both of you will be terribly devastated,
for none of my beats are going to be in any way understated.
My entire crew will be coming to win the day.
No time for any dallying, we'll blast you away.

With ballistic rhymes, of the sort you've never seen,
defeating you couple of ninnys on order from the queen.
Airship Pirates, but we're on a royal mission,
but don't you fret, we've got a good mortician.

I shouldn't be this good, I'm a real jerk.
But these rhymes are just cranking out like clockwork.
I believe you cads to have been beaten quite well,
Yours, sincerely, The Good MC Marceil. (1:00)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 03, 2014, 11:44:05 AM
found me beat.

gonna strike back tonight
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 03, 2014, 01:35:27 PM
Wait you're going to find a beat where we don't need to worry about time? That would be fine.

Will await your rhymes.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 03, 2014, 10:09:22 PM
change of plans. hard to drop sick beats when your own head is pounding.

tomorrow, once i've slept off the headache
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 03, 2014, 10:19:01 PM
Tequila? Tell me it's tequila.
 
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 03, 2014, 10:28:38 PM
nobody gets a headache from tequila at 6 in the afternoon, and if they do they need an intervention.

no, this is probably just heat and stress.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 03, 2014, 10:44:02 PM
Ah, my bad
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 04, 2014, 04:08:15 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KrCvp0QG-s

*starts epic raps at 15 second mark.*

Oh snap I'm back, it's time for round two!
First round, when down, couldn't end without you!

It's game time loser, and i'm gonna fly
You better keep up, before y'all die.

That's right Jack I'm not here to lay back,
keep you're eyes straight no sleeping on a hay stack
blasting on forwards like it's no surprise
playing with me will be your demise!

*30 second mark. 2 second refrain*

But you you know you impress me, not many return
So many who face me, are afraid of the burn
But you know that's not really here nor there
Though we'll see if you're friend is the type to scare!

That's right I'm talking to you Roshiro!
How you feel 'bout goin' toe to toe?
Fight all night and get down low
So grab your partner, and doe-si-doe!

Swing your partner round and round
Step on up and hear the sound
I'll smash your face into the ground
and throw your body on the mound!

But this aint no cheap ass single play act
I've not been layin' around getting all fat
Next time I return i'll bury you both
Not just rumor but a matter of fact!

*shimmies off into the sunset*


Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 04, 2014, 05:10:01 PM
Ahahaha...
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 04, 2014, 08:33:49 PM
yah sound a little aprehensive there lego
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 04, 2014, 08:39:28 PM
The pregnant pause was unintentional and a force of habit. I laughed for reals.

Beat was a bit weirder than what I'm used to but it'll work.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on September 07, 2014, 02:12:01 PM
Looking through some beats right now, will be up soon.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: cheeku1999 on September 09, 2014, 05:51:40 AM
I tried something fresh for my poems... so I tried an acrostic poem I hope you all like it!

DEATH

Discrimination, disappointment, delusion
Equality, equilibrium, seclusion
And anger against our fellow humans
The race is full of diverse features
Humans are just of foolish creatures
Islam, Christianity, it doesn't even matter
Sex, race, religion and and all that stereotypical chatter
Throughout human history
Human emotions have been a mystery
Even leads to war and misery
Grudges can last centuries
Revenge can scar memories
End it all and it begins
Anti-Semitism is a sin
Then embark on the journey to obtain the truth
Even spread the message to the youth
Senescence is inevitable
The human mind still impenetrable
Even though we are all the same we still,
Question our own brethren
Until and unless we can reach our goal
Almighty lord is the only one who can save our soul
Listen to the holy books or pay the toll
Ignite the fire of care, think of humanity as a whole
Zephyr of change is blowing, do god's bidding
Equity can't exist who am I kidding
Remember this truth well, the truth that binds the living
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Roshiro Byakko on September 09, 2014, 09:08:16 PM
I could not find one I really liked for some reason. So yeah.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVWc_EI6W9U

It’s Roshiro in the building
   AKA The King
And I’m about to spit fire at these mods until their ears start to ring.

Hasith has let you wander too far away
Since you amuse me I’ll call him and tell him I found some strays.
Feeling the burn yet, wait, I've got some more things to say.

If you have a god, I suggest you kneel down right now and pray
For claiming superiority you know you'll have to pay.

I’m a hawk like Tony the skater
Weaklings call me a hater
When I'm really just a mean gator
But lower class souls like you address me as Exterminator.

You’ve already been burned once so just take a dive
If I spit any hotter you’ll be roasted alive
At least you’ll die with your comrade by your side.

On a side note, I’ve never learned to doe-si-doe
You wouldn’t know but a king prefers to flat out obliterate his foe
Perhaps you and Lego can show me the art of the doe-si-doe
Oh! Wouldn’t that be quite the show!

I've reached god status in rapping so call me Thor
Lego, I'll smash you with my hammer, splatter you over the floor
Coryn, I'll maul you, hang you on the door.
Ugh, Why are my two opponents such a damn bore?

The king doesn’t have much more to say to you hacks
Who even believes Coryn’s biased little “facts”?
I guess beating you will give me one more medal for my rack
After you lose this time, don’t come back
Or I'll feed some mod to my lion Mack.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 10, 2014, 11:30:40 AM
Ohohohoho.

Preparing my volley
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: IronQuill on September 11, 2014, 05:53:52 AM
Warrior lament

Inside I ache…my final day and still I hold my battle gaze
this weathered face-inside of memories with every strand of grey
laid to waste,  im just a shadow, stench of blood,  it permeates
fore the bowels of hell are emptied on this godforsaken place
it was here…that I was born, in its carnage I was raised
as I taste the clit of death… and piss upon her pretty face

its been a pleasure
welcome whore
tell your scribe to add a name
you will cheat me nevermore
warn the hordes
im on my way
...

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 17, 2014, 07:24:40 PM
Oh man I'm so going to rap this.  Finally done

2:43 , electroswing beat that coryn used

(Going fast along with the build up)

Well lion mack is going to feel real bad
because on account of your raves the shiz got real man
No time no mercy no game no flow
no dime no penny no capital to go
gone bust first time gonna go bust again
gonna find it hard to go shounen and become friends
the trauma i'll leave will be like black rubber on the streets
what did you think you were doing going up against me

(at 2:57)

legomaestro coryn sken singularites amongst many and gods amongst men
righteous science and scientific rightness
gotta wear shades on account of our brightness!

gonna burn you up on a pire
funeral hour, holy fire
Saying something can't hear you over the tyres
leave you in so much dust we name you Sahara!

Bam! (at 3:13)

(pause for a while)

(3:20)

Case concluded the paper's been written
the abstract says 'all the foes have been beaten
our research is complete and the findings conclusive
so don the sun glasses and walk away

(3:30, sort of like an end chorus)

complete breakdown and soul erosion
cool guys like us don't look at explosions

complete breakdown and soul erosion
cool guys like us don't look at implosion


(Outro. Not me rapping, just talking  as the beat peters out)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I think that went awfully well Coryn
*laughs*
Damn, I think I tripped
Stupid sunglasses. Give me my specs back.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 17, 2014, 07:44:03 PM
*shimmies off into the sunset for a second time*

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 17, 2014, 07:51:33 PM
The sunset-shimmy should totally be a dance move. Counter to the moonwalk?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 17, 2014, 08:24:19 PM
don't even know how that would work.


course i never understood how to move my feet correctly such that i actually moonwalked, so what do I know?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 18, 2014, 09:39:38 PM
*As you shimmy off, an energy blast shakes the ground at your feet*

(1:00)
This battle isn't over yet,
what about "fight" don't you get?
It's not a time for you to run away crying,
because I've bested you without really even trying.

You cannot shimmy, for you don't have the grace.
And of warrior spirit, well there isn't a trace.
If you just walked away, you would both lose face,
but at this point, warning of that is a waste.

(1:21)
Your world, free of cogs, springs, and pistons,
is worth less than the diapers that you have pissed in.
For the glory and the power of god's sweet Britain
birthed me, the most dapper rapper to have written

Any dis rap, or prose, not even sparing poetry
with some credentials, I've met Poe and he,
sends his regards, in a message to thee.
And I quote, "My dear ladies,

Did I hear a failing rapping, rapping at my chamber door?,
'Twas the losers, Coryn, Lego, vexing my ear evermore,
merely this discordant whine, merely this and nothing more.
My friend should even the score."

I came to help you, really, in all honesty!
For you must be daft, trying to step to me.
Here, have a rag, wipe that teary eye,
I've got to go, and take to the sky.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 24, 2014, 05:40:16 PM
In the aftermath of the fight, we must decide who is victorious. What is our verdict?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 24, 2014, 06:42:12 PM
who said we were finished? don't we still have 3 more parts to get through?

(just ignore the fact that i'm the one holding everyone up)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 24, 2014, 08:50:45 PM
(Oh. I assumed that we were done, what with the time. Though, now that I think about it, I have nowhere to speak. Carry on.)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 25, 2014, 10:55:23 AM
If you're going ahead I'm always ready to drop rhymes.

So no recording will happen?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 25, 2014, 10:57:22 AM
i'll get it done within the week hopefully. it's just been real busy recently. hard to set aside an hour or so to rap.

and i'm still game for recording at some point. probably after we're all done writing.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 25, 2014, 11:00:53 AM
Audacity or just the track playing in the background?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on September 25, 2014, 11:32:00 AM
let's go audacity. just to keep things nice and clean. track just playing in the background would probably sound terrible.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on September 25, 2014, 06:22:45 PM
Yeah. I could start recording now, anyways.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on October 06, 2014, 07:04:27 PM
Bet you thought you saw the last of me huh?


*starts from the same place he did last time round

You have the audacity to talk about Poe?!
He would be appalled that you have sunk so low!
You English think you're so mighty and high
But your Queen sits on a throne of lies

Let me give you a history lesson
Don't worry I won't leave you there guessin'
When I'm done with you you will thank me for my blessin'!

*pause at 30*

Once upon a magic time
all our accents stepped line
just straight rhotic sounding fine
then you decided you were too divine
New Money showed up and went:
"I'll have one and not pay a cent"
and here you think you are a gent?!

But now that's water under the bridge
but these new insults'll make me toss you off a ridge.
You think you know about gears and springs
I contain both, here in the land freedom rings!

I don't need to be a cyborg to compute this conclusion!
Or even pose with Lego to exact total fusion!
You see we're the warm air in the certain occlusion!
So head off now and avert another contusion!


Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on October 07, 2014, 11:09:20 AM
Hahahaha nice nice nice. Also I felt the sting from that one Nordic, but will Roshiro be able to compliment yours  I wonder... *righteous laughter
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on October 07, 2014, 02:49:09 PM
There is no question in my mind.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: lasthope2300 on December 11, 2014, 01:28:29 AM
So this is just a room where you can post poems and stuff. Feel free to post what you like. I'll start it off with a couple of things I wrote a while ago and found recently.

IGNORANCE:

Like the waters on my soul I flow to you
 Your everlasting guidance and love so true
 The gentle hand that falls upon my shoulder
 warms my heart as my surroundings get ever colder

 And as the darkness falls upon my short-lived reality
 You serve as the light to protect my morality
 And remind me that although I present faults within
 I can always count on you to forgive my sin

 But does that just give me a free pass
 to go on living life like a total a**?
 Of course not and we know this to be true
 The only one who can save you is you

 You can't keep on dumping all your sins
 on people and not expect them to turn up their chins
 So before its too late discover the truth
 that your ignorance is slowly killing your youth

FORGOTTEN:

What it feels like to let go,
 to cast away into the wind all that you know,
 to open your eyes and know that you made the decision,
 to wipe the slate clean and embrace your new mission,
 to dive into the future and replace what you've lost,
 with new experiences, knowledge, and everlasting thoughts.

 But how can you let go
 of all of the memories and bonds you worked so hard to grow?
 Can you really just simply let them all die,
 and leave them behind as you turn to fly
 away from your past and into your future...
 something of which you cannot paint a clear picture?

 Think hard and the answer will surely show
 that you should never let your memories go.
 Rather you should learn from your past
 to create your future and ready your mast,
 so your sense of reason will never become rotten
 and all that you know can never be forgotten.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on December 11, 2014, 07:10:38 AM
I kind of already had a poetry thread..but nice. You have a nice method of expression that flows with your symbolism. It's hard to figure, however, if you're cynical or hurt. Maybe that's the point?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on December 11, 2014, 10:41:48 AM
Merged
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: lasthope2300 on December 11, 2014, 04:53:28 PM
I kind of already had a poetry thread..but nice. You have a nice method of expression that flows with your symbolism. It's hard to figure, however, if you're cynical or hurt. Maybe that's the point?

Heh heh...yeah I didn't see the poetry thread till after I posted mine. And I'm cynical in writing them, but they're both written for people to take it how they interpret it. I think I need to get back into writing poetry on the fly like this...especially after taking a three hour exam just now. XD
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on December 15, 2014, 04:34:26 PM
                                                                   :santa:The Twelve Days of a Manga Christmas :santa:

On the First day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
A Haruhi DVD

On the Second day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Third day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Fourth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
4 One Pieces
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Fifth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
5 Dragon Balls
4 One Pieces
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Sixth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
6 Paths of Pain
5 Dragon Balls
4 One Pieces
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Seventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
7 Yuno's Stalking
6 Paths of Pain
5 Dragon Balls
4 One Pieces
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Eighth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
8 Lelouch's Scheming
7 Yuno's Stalking
6 Paths of Pain
5 Dragon Balls
4 One Pieces
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Ninth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
9 Idol's Dancing
8 Lelouch's Scheming
7 Yuno's Stalking
6 Paths of Pain
5 Dragon Balls
4 One Pieces
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Tenth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
10 Mecha's Flying
9 Idol's Dancing
8 Lelouch's Scheming
7 Yuno's Stalking
6 Paths of Pain
5 Dragon Balls
4 One Pieces
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Eleventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
11 Titans Killing
10 Mecha's Flying
9 Idol's Dancing
8 Lelouch's Scheming
7 Yuno's Stalking
6 Paths of Pain
5 Dragon Balls
4 One Pieces
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD

On the Twelth day of Christmas
my True love sent to me:
12 Ritsu's Drumming
11 Titans Killing
10 Mecha's Flying
9 Idol's Dancing
8 Lelouch's Scheming
7 Yuno's Stalking
6 Paths of Pain
5 Dragon Balls
4 One Pieces
3 Death Notes
2 Zanpakuto's
and a Haruhi DVD
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: NordicWrath on January 03, 2015, 10:05:17 PM
I apologize for the fact that we were unable to finish either rap battle. I would be willing to perform in a 1v2 battle to atone, if it would be necessary or even wanted.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MissChurro on February 02, 2015, 12:05:14 AM
Okay, a bit worried about posting this, since it's the first full poem I've ever written, but... I'd like to get into poetry/song writing more so I'd like to hear opinions.

So, I'm not used to writing stuff like this, I usually write happier things but I've been going through some stuff and decided to write a vent piece to get some of my feelings out. This was also heavily inspired by some recent dreams I've been having.

"Drowning"

Do you ever get the feeling
Like you’re fighting against the mighty ocean waves
No boat, no ship, no raft to carry you
Using all your strength to pull your legs through the only thing keeping you from the paradise on the other side
You can almost smell the sweet flowers, you can almost feel the warm sun beating down upon your skin
But no matter how hard you try
The fight will eventually wear you down, physically and mentally
You struggle to breathe as you inhale the freezing air
Your legs feel as if they’ve dissolved into the sea foam
The roaring waves mock you
You want to call out, but no matter how loudly you yell, no sound escapes you throat
Not like there’s anyone to hear you anyway
The waves will wash you up to the shore, where you started
You’ll stay there, drowning under the rolling waves until you’ve gathered the strength to stand again
Though you may go in stronger this time, the waves are still too hard to fight
The vicious cycle of one step forward, two steps back repeats
How many tries will it take?
The more you go in, the more you’re worn down
You see no end in sight
You begin to wonder
What if, next time, you can’t stand up again?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on March 02, 2015, 08:50:55 PM
Sounds like my kind of poetry . Nice one Churro, it felt repetitive but in a good way that fits the tone and theme of the poem






Gun

There is nothing new to see
You're in yet another argument with a frenemy
when he pulls a gun and shoots you dead
right in the head

now who's fault is it that your dead
is it the bullet that flied double time from the muzzle
or the explosion triggered by the trigger
when the hammer hit the primer after he pulled the finger?

Was it the science? That made the machine work as it's supposed to
and then did what it did like bullets do

Was it your brain's fault? or your cranium?
for not evolving to be as hard as titanium?

Was it the neurons? that fired in his mind
that decided now was the time to end your life

Was it destiny? that skewed probability that stacked the variables in such a way it'd lead to fatality
Was it the devil? whispering things in his ear whispering things in your ears playing on both fears
Was it God? Who punched your clock decided your time was up and its' time to stop
Was it Death? grim reaper scythes too old fashioned, waited patiently for this reaction with patient passion

Was it his family? That raised him wrong didn't sing him enough songs in the cradle
let alone told him what's wrong

Was it genes? Set deep inside his veins,
dictating every action for the rest of his days
Or was it the scientist that thought up the blueprint to your demise, who used mathematics to solve for the end of your life
Or maybe the manufacturer who mass produced the 9 mil, should they have stamped your name on it to be civil?
or was it rust or dust and bad luck that let you down, didn't make the gun go bust before it put you down
or was it just the fault of the one with the decision
who knows maybe that was his sacred life missioQKn

But time's out now in the fraction of a fraction
cut to black - before you even hear the pistol crack
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: charlesleerea on March 17, 2015, 12:33:14 AM
We are standing from the roof tops waiting for you to wake up so we can jump.
There is no ground beneath our feet.
Only air now
Let go.
Our dreams of stars in night, skies are redefined by our pain and our imagination.
So when we take flight the chains that bind us will break.
Releasing our agony and opening our third eye.
Yes we all were once blind.
But now we can see, and oh my god you wouldn't believe the things I've seen.
I've witness trees dance through bongo slaps, and clouds change colors by the way your lover is feeling.
Can we live freely?
Can we live at all?
Or are we content with being content.
Walking on pavement when we should be flying.
We are everything for we are energy.
You just need to let go of your physical possession.
Including your body.
It keeps your soul dormant.
Now Wake Up. 
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 21, 2015, 04:04:39 PM
Because of all the trauma from a blunt force called rejection
a heart was crushed in a proper armageddon
an apocalypse of the soul
didn't you know?

There is a dystopia in my chest
akin to a nuclear waste
the survivors look around for hope
while i'm crawling around for a hole

It's nice to curl up and hide
when the wind is too harsh
and remember the sunlight

It's nice to curl up and die
when things get too much
and sleep a restful sleep
and dream of the great blue sea
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: HansonAllister on April 25, 2015, 04:10:46 PM
Breathless

Breathless I have become,
Wanting not I suffer,
Laying here in waiting, for that day to come.
The day I shall receive that offer.
A chance to reach that climax.
So I must know to choose the right annex.
Breathless, wondering, how can I save,
This animal I have overcame.
My heart raging, beating, blazing,
Insanely in a rave.
People treating me like I'm the one to blame.
Breathless, thoughtless, lifeless, painless,
If anything I'm the one most dangerous.
Heated and angered, I was betrayed,
Depressed, lonely, and ashamed,
A path from which that I have strayed,
Now all that which I await,
All on me your sins are blamed.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: HansonAllister on April 25, 2015, 04:20:01 PM
Here is one more little something that I wrote. Help me come up with a title please.

Can you hear the
crying of wolves?
As they howl in
mourning? Splitting
Men's souls in half
I am lying,
here in waiting,
for the coming,
reaping of  night.
 
I've been leading
her children to
the fight so long.
Children born of,
the moon and sun,
fight for their lives.
 
Lady Luna
and the Lord Sol,
Watching from high
above looking
down on us all.
 
Why do we as
humans run so
far away to
flee from evil?
 
Taking precious
time, wasted on
the choosing of
a certain side.
Always failing
to comprehend
the final score
 
Waging a war
among ourselves,
Killing each other,

Nation
Against
Nation

Race Against Race
 
How can this be
necessary?
All we're doing
is destroying
ourselves, when there
is nothing left
we can destroy...
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: HansonAllister on April 25, 2015, 04:41:56 PM
Last one for today I swear.

Faithless

To have faith
Is such a lie.
Like a wraith
Please let me die.
Lead me from
this place alone,
Leave me to
my sins atone.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 26, 2015, 12:14:08 PM
There is not much I can suggest in the way of naming poetry, but that second one is my favourite. Liked the Lady Lune and Lady Sol bits and it had an easy enough theme to follow

Not sure if the last line in the last poem works but the meaning is pretty obvious
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: HansonAllister on April 26, 2015, 12:33:12 PM
thanks the second one is also my favorite of my works. It was originally meant to be a song.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 26, 2015, 08:59:15 PM
You write songs too huh
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: HansonAllister on April 27, 2015, 12:26:24 PM
Honestly, I just write the words I have absolutely no clue how to put music to it, nor can i sing. I'm about as tone deaf as a turtle with a migraine. And sound like a howler monkey in pain, when i try to sing anyway. I'm not a great writer or anything, and I know next to nothing about art. I Just read alot of books and manga, and watch alot of anime and movies and thats all pretty much it. Sometimes I get lucky and a good poem or short story comes to my head, and I drop everything and begin writing it almost immediately for fear that I might forget it. This is like the third time I have attempted to write a Novel/Light Novel and the very first time I have ever made it past the prologue. but anyway that's a different story for a different board.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 27, 2015, 12:33:53 PM
I know the feel


http://legomaestro.deviantart.com/art/Why-you-on-the-floor-Draft-529524016
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 27, 2015, 10:28:47 PM
^I'll read some of those soon.

Here's something I've been working on:

Spoiler
I’ve been a drifter
in the heights
of the waters below me.
In places far
away from the ground.

Whether I’ve found sky or sea,
my tired eyes, my tired limbs
want to lay on solid ground.

Euphoria chaser. Try.
Depression eraser. Lie.
I only want the truth.

Whether I’ve found sky or sea,
my tired eyes, my tired limbs
want to lay on solid ground.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on April 28, 2015, 04:57:10 AM
Oh that's a good one. Is it a song or poem?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on April 28, 2015, 11:23:28 AM
Song.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: HansonAllister on April 28, 2015, 08:26:46 PM
awesome I love it.  :thumbsup:
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on May 01, 2015, 11:32:44 AM
^Thanks.  :D
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on May 04, 2015, 05:58:08 PM
Babel
---
Full moon with a crown of clouds
like a halo on an angel with an idea
meteor flame as he's cast down
big thoughts make a loud sound

so now there's soiled ground
janitor is missing too lazy so let the infestation fester
hasta la vista baby
maybe you'll figure out how to deal

find ways to fix
ductape the collateral is the best business
but plot twist
suddenly the monkeys almost become kings

building things as tall as mountains
can't have that no that's not right
smack down to the ground
big thoughts make a loud sound

scatter all of you - ignorance is bliss
create wars and pestilence there's no better love than this

then i'll step down there for a lil' bit be famous and big
die but not because i'm immortal

i wrote this story so i know how it goes
now dance fine puppets and make the show
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on May 04, 2015, 07:28:32 PM
Maybe reading this on my brother's computer with a certain Chrome extension wasn't the best idea:(http://i.imgur.com/CDfcySe.png)

The poem sounds like it's either a slam of God or African governments.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on May 05, 2015, 01:36:41 AM
Chrome extension!? Pfft share this one to me! Hilarious.

Yus. Yus to the first one. I am fun at parties >...<
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on May 13, 2015, 08:11:34 AM
Chasms yawn like so many hungry throats
wanting to be fed
why is it
that when something wants to eat something else ends up dead?

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on May 13, 2015, 11:16:12 AM
Chrome extension!? Pfft share this one to me! Hilarious.

Yus. Yus to the first one. I am fun at parties >...<
Forgot to post this: https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/cloud-to-butt-plus/apmlngnhgbnjpajelfkmabhkfapgnoai?hl=en (https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/cloud-to-butt-plus/apmlngnhgbnjpajelfkmabhkfapgnoai?hl=en)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on May 26, 2015, 11:44:40 PM
If love had a colour it would be something ultra violet or infra red
Invisible if you don’t care to look and detect it
But still there nevertheless

And if love had a speed it would be faster than light
Because it breaks through barriers of time
And can reach out to love something in the past
Or in the future

And love is not a reliable coordinate in space
Because no matter how far one strays from the other
The magnitude never changes
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on May 31, 2015, 04:28:02 PM
At your moment of death
You took a knife to the head
The carbide steel pierced your titanium skin
And left you trailing plasma and oil

Oh what could’ve been
Oh what you could’ve seen

If you’d been a couple milliseconds faster
Than the full metal bitch
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on June 14, 2015, 06:14:38 PM
https://soundcloud.com/mordecai-jande-banda/purple-petals-wip-song


My heart beats’ pumping purple petals for you
And I think I know what I am going to do
I’m gonna  to throw them all around
Listen to the sound of my love draining
Gonna go in town
Hear my thunder while it’s raining

Fall fall fall fall fall flat on your face
Don’t make mistakes or else you’ll fall from grace
What goes around
Comes around I’m not playing
When I fall to the ground
It’s only Karma that I’m blaming

Spin spin spin spin spin right in place
Don’t make mistakes or else they’ll make you pay
Bleeding out
Too busy being cold and empty
Your times run out
Listen to the hounds theyre waiting

For your soul
Before it’s cold
For your soul
Before its way too old
For your soul
Before its sold
For your soul

Listen to the sound of a heart breaking

now
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on June 19, 2015, 03:44:44 PM
What else is there to do when gravity calls
She makes a very convincing argument

Always pulling with immuteable force
More constant and faithful than love ever was

In her eagerness she may break your bones
But you won’t like it if she lets you go

Without the pressure you waste away
And what fun is life without the flutter in the gut

But

Defying her is fine and all,
just don’t forget the higher you rise




The harder you fall
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: devlin18 on July 08, 2015, 04:10:30 PM
You warm my heart,
We are tied together,
With love,
My love,
A curse breathless,
Your here,
But no,
You have gone,
I can't get over this pain,
frustrations,
This love
my love,
That is gone,
Disappeared

-King Daniels devilish soul dies in the eye of seeing what he thought was a demon, but it was actually a god. With extreme emotions and hate of the world.  The King smiles, only to fade infront of the angry god weeping in his presence.  He says:




"Only a God can posses a demon huh? She wasn't talking about me was she son? My son....yes you will always be my son.  (SMIRKS FADING) Don't be afraid okay Hiika-r-uuuu."

He fades, and the God Hikaru....

(did you like that?That was a peice of my comic manga)

Title: Poetry
Post by: devlin18 on July 09, 2015, 11:50:39 AM
What if, Yori's death wish

Hey friend,
Im still here,
Waiting,
Im waiting for you,
But,

What if I was wrong,
About you,
What if you were right,
About me,

I can't keep my eyes open,
My body,
Im laying here,
Waiting for you,

What if you dont care,
Would you miss me,
Could you forgive me,
 If I died,


-In the rain a body lays there. He lets go of his heart, wondering if anyone will notice. He smiles and closes his eyes.  At that moment he felt someone standing over him. With his eyes still closed he still smiles. He says ,"You came, im so happy now." Yori Koshhi

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Shokyaku-san on July 19, 2015, 08:38:25 PM
My latest poem. I saw there was a place for poems and I just had to share. Keep in mind this poem is much darker than I usually write but nevertheless I hope you enjoy. ~K

Bleeding Hearts and Bloody Hands

In this moment I now stand

Holding up my blood-stained hand

The other grasped around your throat

As your face begins to bloat

Know I do not do this out of hate

But your actions sealed your fate

You hurt someone whom I adore

Which is why I stand in blood and gore

Tears now running down my cheek

A frown twitched in an attempt to speak

“How could you hurt her that beauty divine?

Could you not stand the fact she was mine?

Is that why you committed that heinous crime,

That caused me to beat you in dirt and grime?”

The voice comes in whispered growl

As my face grows in a darkened scowl

Knowing the answer without reply

I squeeze tighter with a fierce and violent cry

A final snap and I see you slain

Blood on my hands an eternal stain

I fall to my knees hands by my side

And look at the red that the room has been dyed

Finally giving myself time to grieve

Wearing my heart on bloodied sleeve

My tears fall at the sight of the corpse I felled

Knowing that my promise to her has been upheld

If anyone were to ever cause her sorrow…

They would not live to see tomorrow
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 29, 2015, 06:38:52 PM
Poetry house challenge!!!

Take a popular song and make it into a parody about a particular Series/character/trope etc.

Bonus points if you make it an audio recording!!! :P

I will attempt one myself, so there's at least one answer to this :P
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 30, 2015, 01:53:54 PM
Ooooh I am sooo in
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Icanttakecritiscism on July 30, 2015, 02:00:11 PM
The spider danced across it's web,
With a skid and a reel, towards it's next meal
But fell head first onto the hearth
Into the roaring flames
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 01, 2015, 02:46:22 PM
I actually legitimately made a recording of this. Counting Starks. GoT themed Parody of the song by One Republic. Problem with the recording is that I don't know how to sync the instrumental to my vocals. What sorcery do people do to stay in step with a tune


Counting Starks - GoT themed Parody Remix

[Chorus:]
Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that could’ve been
But, baby I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard
Said no more counting luck, we’ll be counting Starks
Yeah we’ll be counting Starks
 
[Verse 1:]
I see this life like a swinging noose
Swing my hope across the line
In my face is flashing signs
Love a character and they shall die
 
Naïve, but I’m not that naive
Wise, but I’m not that sleek
And I don’t think this world is fair
All I’m seeing is just despair
 
And I I I I feel everything goes right for those doing the wrong things
And I I I I feel everything goes so wrong, for those doing the right things
 
I could lie, couldn’t I, couldn’t I?
Everything that George kills makes me feel deprived
 
[Chorus]
Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that could’ve been
But, baby I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard
Said no more counting luck, we’ll be counting Starks
Yeah we’ll be counting Starks
 
Ye-e-yeah
 
[Verse 2]
I see no love
For these characters, they’re busy dying all the time
Hope is a four letter word, take that stag watch it burn
 
Naïve, but I’m not that naive
Wise, but I’m not that sleek
And I don’t think this world is fair
All I’m seeing is just despair
 
And I I I I feel everything goes so wrong, for those doing the right things
I could lie, couldn’t I, couldn’t I?
Every favourite character that dies make me wanna cry
 
[Chorus]
Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that could’ve been
But, baby I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard
Said no more counting luck, we’ll be counting Starks
Yeah we’ll be counting Starks
 
 
Oh, take that book, watch it burn
Sing in the river the lessons I learned
Oh, take that book, watch it burn
Sing in the river the lessons I learned
Oh, take that book, watch it burn
Sing in the river the lessons I learned
Oh, take that book, watch it burn
Sing in the river the lessons I learned
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Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: suuper-san on August 15, 2015, 11:00:48 AM
play the music on an ipod or something and then just record your voice. actually i think most music programs can play and record anyway at the same time. i dont know what you use but audacity is free and can do multiple tracks i think.
.you've got to hear the music while you sing though :P
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 17, 2015, 03:55:18 AM
I tried. It was the syncing up that didn't work t-t

Because Swords are Just Too Lame


There's something wrong with my spirit guide
she has a battle axe and cusses like an Irishwoman
But I'm pretty sure she's from Japan
She wears the colours and loves her tech

My mentor wizard is no better
He wears white robes but listens to heavy metal
He also has next to nothing to say as far as inspirational speeches go
But when it comes to magic he knows it all

The comic relief is quite vulgar
But he makes too much fun of us
once left me in tears
but he's the soul of the team

Our mascot character is quite scary
Dragons are never that friendly
He likes to steal treasure
Anyone who disagrees is charred ash by now

And I'm no better
Ever stranger
I use military assault rifles and grenades
because swords are just too lame
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 26, 2015, 11:47:46 PM
Got a program in me called Deoxyribonucleic acid
It's my blood code

From my "Hello World" all actions executed are predetermined
The rest is just bugs and hardware issues

I can update my code but can't change my core
And no matter how much I want it
I can't become something more tan the code I was
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: suuper-san on August 27, 2015, 05:49:24 PM
@lego that sounds like a cool intro to a story

heres mine:

all the Lenor
spilled onto the floor
which isnt a very good thing
it should be in the pot
but because it is not
we can't do any washing

*true story*

(PS Lenor is a fabric conditioner for those in other countries)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on August 27, 2015, 05:52:11 PM
Haha thanks man

Ooooh I thought it was a poor liqueified victim
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: suuper-san on August 27, 2015, 05:55:15 PM
lol, misunderstandings make for great inspiration :P
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 03, 2015, 10:27:21 PM
Thunder and Rainbows



There was murder in my day dream
oh eyes such as mine
will they never see things divine

How do sweet things turn so sour and doubly cold
I ask because I do not know

What replaced my illusions
my sights of snow capped mountains
and castles built proudly
upon purple hills and before viridiscent meadows

What crashed my dreams
what crushed my skull

What ended my fantasy
what made me wake

such a mistake

Later sitting in consciousness
tasting the bitter irony of oxygen
looking forward to another dip in the sorrow
and endless wonder
of another mindshow

I shut my eyes and behold
more memories of gold

with all its thunder and rainbows


Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 07, 2015, 02:16:01 PM
The Death Knell
---
Pell mell, the death knell
the red road, the red cord
the code
lock and load
shoot and reload

The kevlar
the teflon
The lasers and the bombs
The swords and the shields
The screams and the battle songs

Pell mell
The death knell
Heaven and hell

do it well
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MissChurro on September 28, 2015, 08:33:58 PM
I wrote this awhile ago, but just realized I don't think I've posted it? It's a reverse poem, written in the point of view of one of my characters. ^-^

Two-Faced – A reverse poem.
(Read from top to bottom, then again from bottom to top.)

I am hopeless
I do not believe that
I am worth something
It’s true that
I cannot do anything
It’s foolish to think that
Things will get better
I know that
You would be better off without me
It’s a lie when I think
I can be strong
I know that
I have let you down
I know you don’t think
You can forgive me
I just hope
You don’t hate me
It’s true that
I want to leave this all behind
And I would be lying if I said
I believe this world is a good place

^ ^ ^
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on September 28, 2015, 08:35:07 PM
Whoa Churro! You can actually write a reverse poem? I saw that done once and thought it impossible to even think up. Really creative stuff. Great work there!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MissChurro on September 28, 2015, 08:51:02 PM
Thank you so much! It definitely took some careful thinking, but if you want to try it yourself I'd recommend just writing a regular poem out, then formatting it into the reverse style later instead of focusing making it a reverse poem right away. That's what I did, and it really helped. ^-^
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: 50 Words for Paipis on October 10, 2015, 03:12:03 PM
I've thought about posting some more recent poems, but I'm afraid somebody in my class might be on here and recognize the poem, and I have an irrational fear of letting anyone I know irl know that I have any sort of online presence.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on February 20, 2016, 09:38:28 PM
*Activates Ghetto Fro*

Ya boy be spitting that heat son. I got you Raiders calling yall local fire department.

Man yall don't want this work dawg!!! Ain't none of yall ready for this nine to five.

Who wanna step into the kitchen with the chef, huh!? I'm serving up L's fresh out the pot. Come get yours!
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: AzimuthComics on May 21, 2016, 05:47:09 PM
Hark, the song of steel
It's raw, it's real
As it tears my flesh
And rips my skin
The pain starts afresh
Absolving me of sin.

Lead meets iron,
The old sublimation.
These wounds are surely,
My condamnation?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Forlorn Serpent on May 22, 2016, 01:02:41 PM
I thought this might wake people up about poetry. Hopefully, this will bring more people in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ie6LpKOJVf0 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ie6LpKOJVf0)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Forlorn Serpent on May 22, 2016, 01:11:50 PM
I like limericks. They are meant to be funny. Of course though, there is a story in each one that you need to figure out. 

I noticed the snow flakes falling gently on the ground.
Each one of them cheering and screaming all the way down.
I asked a friend to come and see,
But it seemed we could not agree.
So I sent the ungrateful mutt to a filthy pound.

Santa Claus came tumbling down the old chimney.
The fat bearded man was quite in a hurry.
He forgot all my presents.
He was very hesitant.
And he hit me  in the head with such fury.

I woke up in a place full of fire and despair.
Filled with unhappy people without a sense of care.
No happiness was spread,
Because everyone was dead.
But at least I’m the ruler of this wonderful lair.

I trick or treat every day of the week.
Candy and candy is all that I seek.
Running around,
Dressed like a clown,
Maybe at twenty three I reached my peak.

Lying in bed in the middle of December,
Thinking if there is a higher power.
Not a single friend came.
It really is a shame.
Because I am about to expire.

I rummage around in the middle of the rain.
For a while now I have lost all feeling and pain.
Cruelty consumes me,
Just because I’m hungry.
All I want to do now is eat a human brain.

Remembering the moments that led to this.
Today is not a day I will surely miss.
I know I did not fail,
But damn each driving nail.
At least it won't be long on this crucifix.

A deal was made with the smiling man in red.
I will grant you your wish the smiling man said.
Just be a little patient,
You will receive your present.
But only if you hear the bells on the sled. 
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on June 03, 2016, 10:01:58 AM
Attic Concertos

You got reasonably well, you'd say yourself, at drawing
faces in circles and simple shapes doing things
stickmen march across the page the smiles are there but fleeting
your eyes see more than your hand could ever hope to program
the muscles move but out comes nothing close to woman or man

the memories and sights you see
fall through the cracks, like water through a sieve
nothing held inside but the words
the words that say 'this is a car'
the words that accuse your block with two circles

left alone with cold night sweats and anger
and torn paper strewn across the floor
and more knifes falling out your eyes
emerald daggers for the geniuses and all those
who compute the sights and sounds

technical accuracy born in the bone

you shed blood and seconds staring at a canvas that
is only waiting to swallow your next mediocre mistake

and spit back at your pride

so your only solace is the tearing and the balling
and the three pointer throw across the room to the waste basket filled to the brim
with unfinished concepts and dreams

and when night comes you sleep

and the man in the attic suddenly unleashes all his savant fury
high definition wonder, a concerto, a show for the ages

when you wake up you knock on the attic door with tickets in hand
looking for that spark
but the man in the attic is gone, packed up, gone for the night sayonara.

and the hungry blank papers lick their lips

so dust the waste basket.

Title: Love Anthology (13 Poems)
Post by: MahluaandMilk on June 14, 2016, 01:26:46 AM
So, I as I stated in my reintroduction, I may or may not have a thing for the woman who became my mentor in all things Pagan. Well, I'm sure we all know that means that yes, I do. And, well, we did in fact date for a while (go me)! Except...we each had personal issues arise and we decided to take a still-ongoing break. (Not so "go me").

Since some of these need a little context because I write very personal poetry, here's the short version of events that lead up to this.

My friend turned 21. We were all at her party. There was booze. I wound up staying with this lovely lady I'd been crushing on for a while after the party. Admittedly, I might've been maybe just a little smashed (don't drink underage, kids), and after hearing her sing and play piano, with that beautiful talent of hers, my dumb*ss drunk self confessed and asked for the honor of a kiss, which she did give, but she said a relationship might not be best at the time given that she was known for breaking hearts and that she had some personal issues that might get in the way.

I asked her out to coffee one day after that when neither of us had classes and spent the day with her, and the night. When we woke up, eheh, I was kinda big spoon and our fingers were laced together.  :blush:
Now, mind you, gutterminded people, nothing happened. But, in the morning, I gave her a kinda sheepish look and we both agreed that we kinda knew how I felt about her at that point, much to the surprise of no one.

Regardless, I confessed to her and formally asked her out officially through poetry, handwritten, mind you, and bound in a little black faux-snakeskin notebook. Here are the thirteen poems I gave her, biting my lip all the while and hoping she didn't think I was a total --ing loser.


"Love"
Spoiler
Energy like electricity
igniting passion within,
and resistance elastic
thrown off the deep end.
It's happening again;
the honey haze dulls my senses.
I can't really complain
though, my warrior princess.
You are as powerful
as your magnetic draw
and enough knowledgeable
to inspire my awe.
Perhaps I knew then, right form the start,
that one day you would bring light to my heart.

"Confessions"
Spoiler
What is mine, but not?
I feel it draw close, then stop,
passing as feebly as a fleeting thought.
A flash of gold shines from atop--

Those crystalline eyes know all well
the sights of mystic myths and wonder,
and the ways to call upon Hell
with scraps and a few muttered words breath under.

Yet behind those icy surfaces something lurks,
rippling, churning, chuckling.
I quietly curiously ponder that which irks
memory with an almost familiar inkling.

Boundaries this time set, I set free
the unknown with respect; Free
myself from fears past and see
what this not knowing could be.

For once I feel I ought
not to fall as I fell
before and instead hark
to the new-calling liege.

"Worry"
Spoiler
Something rouses me to wakefulness
as the stuffy air suffocates me.
Gripping my chest, I recall your duress
and pray my dream of catastrophe mismatches reality.
Lips flat and eyebrows knitted,
I open my mouth to speak, but words catch in my throat.
I wonder who the hell I'm kidding
suppressing my motherly motive to dote.
Should I give voice to concern
or should I give the benefit of the doubt?
It's difficult to discern
what of this you'll get out.
It causes frustration to not know my place
and whether or not to trust your space.

"Courage"
Spoiler
I know not the dangers I may face,
even now in your controlled embrace.
I feel in a foreign, magic place,
and yet remain unaware of the dangers I face.
Sadly, it is the unknown which beckons me.
Cruelly, the curiosity calls in cacophony.
And yet onward I will go; for me,
the learning is the painful journey.
At times, though, given the proper teacher,
I am not afraid to reach her.
Paradoxically, I know not but feel sure
that the present will the future breach over.
No longer will fear of uncertainty hold me in binds;
This time, the risk I accept is mine.

"Fierce"
Spoiler
At first it merely was a flutter,
a small spark bringing with it joy.
At first I didn't know better,
but now the illusion's destroyed.
Your coy smile and your soft embrace
melded into memories I could not escape.
With your knowing fingers lace
after that first date, I willed not escape.
Still for a while, I held back,
Thinking patience a good virtue.
Then that night fell along with my slack
showing to you my feelings true.
Upon my heart you have left a fatal pierce,
just as one would expect of the charmingly fierce.

"Uncertainty and Pressure"
Spoiler
What will become of this, I wonder?
From Love's first sweet caress
to plans thrown asunder--
I feel a pained duress
in letting ideals fall, cast away,
but joy in waiting for you to transform,
even be it away from my longing gaze.
No right have I to be so torn!
May with this you go blossom proudly
and find new strength within.
May you return to me swiftly,
and still find comfort my arms in.
All in all, I still love for you,
but am prepared to wait for news.

"Intimidation"
Spoiler
Many things I want to say
yet words catch at your reputation:
a heartbreaker, self-proclaimed.
I seek not that title's validation.
A bad time, too, before even a start,
for you have a self journy on which to embark;
It matters not, the matters of my heart,
but for a time, I hope a spark kept away the dark.
Restlessness unlike I've ever known
strikes me to tear down the dam on my words
so that they may hopefully find their home
in a foolish moment of my "courage".
Nevertheless, I must try
even if in intimidation's spite.

"Confessions (Refrain)"
Spoiler
As juvenile as one might think
Poetry best shows how I feel.
From joy and mystique
to deep lying fear.

And so things have gone unsaid
in drunken talks.
To tie up loose ends,
I hope you'll give this juvenile method a listen.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
The same goes for goals.
Only through sweat and pain
do fires rebirth us growth.

To leave and return with strength and more
this I hope for you, nothing more.

Do not misunderstand; I feel for you dearly,
however, this conundrum demands clarity.

"Tumult and Time"
Spoiler
I know not who you were before,
not in name, nor in nature.
I need not know your life's lore,
but would listen if you choose to tell, for sure.
But she is not She who enraptured me
with frozen gaze and icy wit.
She is you, the present entity,
even if the flame of passion's low burn be a near-dead wick.
The future is always uncertain,
and sometimes better left unsaid.
Best to probably close the curtain
before the play leads to a sorrowful end.
Time stands still for no one, yes?
So then,
     would you honor me in saving what the present has?

"Why?"
Spoiler
I have already chosen
to let thee go free,
so why does my chest tighten
at the mere sight of thee?
Could it be then, that I have a chance?
Or rather, the chance is there to see
if friendship can breed romance,
or simply the death of me?
Out of my eye's corner glance
and again thine arrow pierced my heart.
The words I want to say vanish
and my shyness keeps me at the start.
I know I should tread with caution,
but passion's maze is itself an art.

"Atmosphere"
Spoiler
Silence falls again
between you and I,
I with shyness, and
You with--I don't know.
Comfort in falling away,
picking apart slowly;
time fades from me away,
listening in passivity.
Comfort in an atmosphere
I can melt into.
No force, no fear,
only the warmth of a headhigh.
I wonder if the high and pace will last,
but the aura silences anxiety for the moment.

"Aftermath"
Spoiler
Dreams haunt my nights
I chase for you
I have you in sight
"I have something to show you."
A little black notebook
a journal of secrets:
My dream self desperately looks
and seeks to share them with it.
The dream always ends abrupt;
I know not a reaction
to mine dream self's opening up.
The recurrence demands attention.
So, please take this as you will
be it desire or nightmare you fulfill.

"Final Confession"
Spoiler
I'm terribly shy,
for that I hope you forgive.
I know not if that connotes a weakness,
but I know that soon you must know.

I will demand nothing,
I merely ask to see,
no or on your own time.

This awkward line I walk--
it'd be easier with definition.

I'm terribly shy, but I anxiously want to know,
to have definition,
but I do not want in the slightest to intrude,
least of all to chance your mind for you--
it is your decision.

Anxiously, oh so terrified,
I leave the safety of my heart
to, trembling, knock on yours.

Yes, yes, now we can fawn over how much of a word dork I am. I wrote more after we decided to take a break, and some during, but I'll post those later. This post took forever to type up from reading my handwriting anyway.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Vacant on July 05, 2016, 10:01:56 AM
Lets kick off the 9th Anniversary Celebrations with a sing song...or more accurately an EPIC RAP BATTLE OF MANGA RAIDERS....Begin!


I rock a mic better than Tite Kubo draws,
Admit that my rhymes are just better than yours,
After you hear this I hear the sound of applause,
Too bad if I'm breaking some of the MR laws.

Okay I wont break any cuz Im obligated,
to keep this shizz moderated,
Even if my rhymes seem agitated,
Im never faded or jaded.

Battling me you seem to lack the X factor,
You aint Sakura Hirano, you just card captor,
And you aint a rapper, you just pretend you're an actor,
And end up worse than Naturo's last chapter,

Hotter than fire straight from Natsu,
When I point this mic, better hope its not at you,
We hold this to be self evident and true,
That I spit more venom than a LorenX review!

Im just playing though I got love for the crew,
and when I say that I mean all of you,
happy 9th anniversary to all the Tan's too,
yo Pub tan serve me something cuz I need a brew................................
 
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on July 05, 2016, 10:24:42 AM
That I spit more venom than a LorenX review!

I FOCKING CHOKED ON LAUGHTER OH GODS.

(Clears throat) But, anyway...

If it's a drink you want, honey,
pass the milk over.
Let me spill it for ya sonny,
make you my b!tch and call you Rover.
uh, Red Rover, red like the eyes of a sharingan.
Dare vex a poet? Back to where you began,
back to the little kiddie pool,
stack up the grades oldie school.
Torturous, you try to allusion make
of course, only to eardrums break.
Piece of cake,
your rhymes are fake,
now go on home to mama boy
Cuz you just got baked.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 05, 2016, 05:23:41 PM
Damn Vacant that burn was like Yama Ji level.

@Mahlua, I refrain to comment exactly on that post, but serious props on making poems for the lady. Muchos respectas.

Haha nice rap too!

Quote
Buddy you're a noob make some big news
Cosplaying in the street gonna be a mangaka some day
You got hug pillows  in your place
You big disgrace
Sharin' your doujinshi all over the place
Singin'

We will we will raid you
We will we will raid you

Lady you're a kawaii so fly
Singing in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got conventions to chase
You big disgrace
Wavin' your fan fics all over the place

We will we will raid you
Singin'
We will we will raid you

Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleading with your eyes gonna get that Hatsune Miku figure one day
You got blood on your face
Big disgrace
Somebody gonna die if you don't get your way

We will we will raid you
We will we will raid you
singing
We will we will raid you
We will we will raid you
everybody
We will we will raid you
We will we will raid you

To the beat of We Will Rock You
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on July 05, 2016, 10:25:26 PM
I Hate SAO Rap Version X, Part 1


So Kiroto, it’s no secret that I dislike you, and your feelings towards your sister.

But by the time I’m done with this rap your face will look like your hand, blistered.

You’re always complaining about all this *censored*, despite the fact you’re surrounded by beautiful girls, but can’t saddle up for even a little nip.

Now here we are, we’ve seen season 2, your balls are still blue, and the whole thing is starting to feel like a bad case of déjà vu!

You keep willingly playing these all too deadly games, I’m starting to think that your black knight persona, isn’t the only thing that’s lame.

And let me tell yah, Janie may have a gun, but Asuna will have a boot to stick up your ass when she realizes you’re having a little too much side line fun.

Though maybe it’s not my place to decide, maybe dissing you all the time is beginning to chap my hide.

But at the end of the day it won’t change the fact that your show is poor, your characters bore, and you yourself are a god damn man-whore.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 05, 2016, 10:31:57 PM
(http://i3.kym-cdn.com/entries/icons/original/000/011/848/cold.jpg)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on July 06, 2016, 02:07:37 PM
More parodies

Quote
We built this city, we built this city on light an' code
Built this city, we built this city on light an' code

Say you don't know us, or recognize our faces
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many spam ninjas eating up the night

Manimal plays the guitar, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on light an' code

[Chorus]

4kids always playing corporation games
Who cares they're always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page

Paipis plays the guitar, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on light an' code

[Chorus]

It's just another Sunday, in a tired old district
Moderators have got the choke hold, oh, then we just lost our posts

Who counts the money underneath the bar
Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars
Don't tell us you need us, 'cause we're just simple fools
Looking for MangaRaiders, coming through your schools

(I'm looking out over that MR Tower
Out on a gorgeous sunny Saturday and I'm seeing that bumper to bumper traffic)

Don't you remember (remember)

(Here's your favorite Happy Hour, in your favorite radio city
The city by the desert, the city that raids, the city that never sleeps)

No1sey plays the drums, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on light an' code

[Chorus:Repeats x2]

(We built, we built this city) built this city (we built, we built this city)
(Repeats out)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on July 12, 2016, 12:38:21 PM
I said I'd post more of my poems from during the break and the more recent ones. They're a little all over the place, but meh. Most of them are still love poetry, one or two are just personal blurbs of thought. Anyway, I'll hop to transcribing them from my cursive to typed up here.

New Chapter.

"Crossroads"

Spoiler
As I wander through a desert bare,
I come to a crossroads before me.
With uncertainty in the air,
I meditate on the next step of my journey.
Coming to realize that all along something in my way stood
and now no longer hinders
me, and my path comes more clear through the oasis wood,
warmed by campfire cinders.
I look over to you next to me, asleep,
at some distance from my realization,
but decide not to wake you for your dreams' keep,
or perhaps it is borne of hesitation.
Regardless, what was once dark has come to light,
and now I see the distant storm, and behind it, foresight.

"Home"
Spoiler
As I lethargically out the window gaze,
the lingering white rain of this place shows,
so unlike where I was born, it amazes,
and my breath hitches; time slows.
The dawn comes to remind me:
"You are home now, Ronnie."

"Found"
Spoiler
The white rain tickles so unfamiliarly,
and I smile; A pleasant feeling.
Like childhood sprung anew,
I laugh, and think of you,
and realize something missing:
Decision strikes and answers me.

Much still ahead,
yet confidence abound,
snow falls to me and all around,
and now to you I bow my head.

Sometime soon,
if you will,
A second chance may bloom
from this white ground still.

"Raison D'etre"
Spoiler
I know where before I held wrong,
but intent did not correlate.
Now once again I take up my pen in song
and hope that you relate.

Ever the perfectionist, I wanted the best,
but I had it all wrong;
Perfection takes trial and error,
and satisfaction is never infinite.

To me, you share traits with Beauty,
especially in that you hold your own,
knowing your life is yours and making you yourself.

I know that I come off as meek at times,
and that I have problems to address,
but perhaps if our paths intertwine,
it won't all be pain and duress.

I'm not an optimist, but maybe, just maybe,
with these hands, we can make something less bitter than sweet.

"Roses"
Spoiler
Just as a rose has its thorns,
so your vibrant red ferocity draws me,
and a sweet cleansing air envelops me.
Fierce petals brushed against my lips,
ever mindful of your thorns,
I plant a kiss
and hope for the best.

"Ultimatum"
Spoiler
Nothing in this world is perfect,
not even feeble memory,
and now that I see that and reflect,
I face my fear and find opportunity
to take hand, if you give it, no matter fear of imperfect.

It seems mad of me to suggest,
despite fear of incapability
for the two of us to find rest,
but I feel sure: it is a possibility.

So now I ask you,
would you still like to try a second time?

"Dreams"
Spoiler
Oh fierce one of my dreams,
with one glance you melt me,
and as impossible as it seems,
I have fallen for what you've dealt me.
The coming time to give you words mine
once again from this little book,
with confession in order, I've seen the sign:
a short entranced embrace despite your confused look.
Dreams reveal desires and such,
so to see you and run so eagerly
must mean indeed much
for that which I long impatiently.
If this you accept and understand,
don't hesitate to take my hand.

"Revelations"
Spoiler
Lately many revelations have come to me,
each one nurturing,
challenging me to grow delightfully;
I feel as if maturing
is not an easy thing,
to see yourself vulnerably,
and yet so humbling
to see a harsh victory.
So many things I've learned
with your space at the spearhead,
I feel invincible from what I've earned,
and grateful for that you've passively led.
Now that I myself have seen the light,
no more games or hides, I join a new life.

"All That Matters"
Spoiler
You say you don't want this to sour,
and I whole-heartedly agree,
but it's that you rejected authority
that truly enraptured me.

I realize my shy acts fool no one
and I can't hide my desire,
but how mortifying it was that I once caught you catching me
     making eyes at you,
and so I would rather tell you properly.

And so I did, in a few too many words,
but a stepping stone nonetheless to my progress,
to say without falling to fear and closed,
remaining open in expression changes everything.

You're so unlike my past childishness;
You've given me Space--something I never knew,
and that's why I keep thanking you,
and probably why I have grown so fond of you.

But I wonder this now,
if perhaps you've also grown fond of me?

"Concise"
Spoiler
I know that I talk in circles,
but I think we'd both appreciate simplicity.
I don't necessarily believe in miracles,
and every situation has complexity.
One sonnet to rule them all:
I obviously care for you,
even if at first I was fragile,
but I know now what I want to do.
Consequences be damned,
you said, "I can try,"
and now that I understand,
my heart is set intently.
So, only if you'll have me,
I would like to join you on life's journey.

I personally really like this set of poems because it gives you a look into my mind, and my growth in the couple of months they span having been written. They show a lot of my inner, hidden soft side. It seems a lot like I was repeating the previous confession poems, but more than anything, I was just trying to find the perfect words for it it, and I settled on writing the last one on a beautiful piece of card paper, careful with each word and curved line, and slipped it to her in the car when she dropped me off at my dorm since she had another friend with us (the same that turned twenty one). After that, the next time we hung out, I asked her if she read it, and that's when I got the message that it was not a great time, and ever since then I've backed off any moves entirely. I figure I'm waiting for her to come around to me now.

I haven't written much poetry since then, and in fact, there is only one more that was written after the confession was given.

"Love Is Iron"

Spoiler
This dual nature of light and dark
makes me wonder to paths embarked;
whether head or tender I should hark,
I know not which stronger holds my heart.
The fires of desire dwell within,
and red iron from all begins,
molded by thoughts relentless,
the heartbeat of the blacksmith listless.
Yet from that fire upon cool water rests
that prized precious longed to possess
the heart of forger surely attests:
The final work came not of rest.
So it is with Love, first passion hot as sin,
then steady waters in which the iron sets.

I consider "Love Is Iron" to be the strongest work of poetry I've ever written, personally.

Welp, I hope you all enjoy this, but moreso, I hope that these words make you feel something. That is, of course, the purpose of poetry.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on August 01, 2016, 01:41:27 AM
I seem to be pretty regular around here...anyway, I kinda wrote this one with my "aesthetic" in mind, kind of an ideal day. I expressed this as a somewhat older me, with a job, apparently, but just the little moments that I love in a day, the parts that are just "me", I guess. I feel like this probably says a lot about me, but I don't think it's so personal as for readers to not be able to relate. Feedback on this one would be nice, since I did expand my horizons and try something a little more free form this time.

"Slice of Life"

Spoiler
The smell of strong coffee in the morning,
some sugar, a cheap tub of vanilla creamer, chocolate syrup;
Not much, but just enough.
Crisp air, not cold.
The heavy grumble of an old motorcycle
riding in before noon.
Handwritten words fill a page:
notes, lists, meaningless drabble.
Process, analyze, repeat.
Explain, express, convey.
Afternoon, smooth like the milk in a London Fog,
liberates toes from their heeled cage in the car.
The unfamiliar aroma of home, the crackle of an opening can.
A change of clothes, fresh cotton,
then the blazing heat outside setting up a line,
losing sense of self along the balance.
Closed eyes, letting go, focus.
Take-down, build up, process.
The low droll of a bass riff,
gears turning out ideas.
Prattle, banter, relax.
Early evening lightningstorm
ignites inspiration and passion.
Slowly approaching weariness,
the softness of a warm body to press against,
sweet nothings mumbled from unfiltered mind.
Sleep of the dead, vivid dreams of adventure unfettered,
lost to the morning.
The smell of strong coffee in the morning,
some sugar, a cheap tub of vanilla creamer, chocolate syrup;
Not much, but just enough.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Forlorn Serpent on August 01, 2016, 02:27:45 AM
I'll analyze your "slice of life" poem. I'm using my phone so it's not really formatted into an essay but just some thoughts I'm going to write.

Just to point out. I feel free form interspective poems should be read aloud by the author, not read.

Let's look a the first three lines that set up the entire poem theme. You are masking the bitterness of your day, but just barely. This is reinforced again at the end which means you don't think it's working.

Most of your lines are filled with contradictions which highlight absurdity/ paradoxes of a typical day. (13,16-18, 27)

You make lists that create a sense of order but it comes off as control. (9,10, 17,18) this is supported with the liberation of the toes, the lowest part of the human body.

The fact that it repeats causes the expectation of another repeated list. So the slice of life is just a piece of a whole that is made up of nothing but bitterness. get it, the coffee :hmm:


So what do I feel after I read this poem?
I feel like I'm talking to another person who hasn't fulfilled her dreams. The fact that this is an older you bums me out.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on August 01, 2016, 02:47:56 AM
Hmm...if that's the case then it's probably showing a bit more of my current state than my future. Makes sense, since I'm seeing things from the present. I do happen to like my coffee strong and bitter, though. Your analysis colors a whole new lens over what I intended. You're not exactly wrong in regards to the present, though.

But yes, I certainly heavily agree that poetry is best expressed when spoken. It gives the full force and meaning of the words. It probably would have stricken you differently had I put up a recording with it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on August 18, 2016, 05:31:12 PM
Here I am again, with a new life revelation and some studies of Romantic poetry going on in my classes and all sorts of bluh. Amidst all the crazy madness of college, I found myself inspired by my studies and took up the pen for a quick sonnet. Note that I just dealt with the issue this poem addresses. I wrote it to sort of solidify the feelings I had before acceptance. I have my answer. I simply leave it open for the reader, so that they may discover their own answer for their own situations which they may relate through my words. Note: the period instead of question mark at the end of line four and the spelling of "feint" in line eight are not errors.

"Contemplative Lament"
I find myself in solemn mood;
my mind wanders back unto you.
So charming your smile, so sharp your wit!
And yet, like a poor puzzle, how don't we fit.
Perhaps some change will my condition adjust,
or rather, my spirit roam to dust.
Infinite as the stars, so like your eyes,
feint hope trapped in its deadly disguise
of dreams and desires suppressed and unseen,
clawing at the cage of the moon to be unleashed.
Was the effort all for naught,
or will the moon fall and grow from thought?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on January 17, 2017, 01:33:13 PM
One of my professors wanted us to introduce ourselves a little more in depth and assigned us to write "Where I'm From" poems from a really generic template. I don't think she's expecting much, honestly, but I treated it as a serious work, so I'll go ahead and pop that here. Sadly, I can't record it, but try to imagine it in a...not quite stern, but sure voice.

Where I'm From
I am from the pen, the swirling smoke of incense, and the tarot card of Death.
I am from the front porch swinging in summer.
I am from the Thunderbird heeding Ilvermorny's call.
I am from the one present before Christmas.
I am from Harley the Scholar, Ky the guardian, and Rose who left me broken and scarred.
I am from the humbled, the eternal conflict, and the wearily wise.
From "You're so talented" to an angry and afraid "Have you been talking about me?"
I am from the small backroads along which I once rode and the faint stench of downtown.
I am from the boiled peanuts and the authentic breakfast fried rice.
I am rebirth from the remnants of ruin and chaos.
I am the free who only realized freedom by painfully breaking all their chains.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Forlorn Serpent on January 17, 2017, 03:36:01 PM
New semester new classes. What course was this for?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on January 17, 2017, 04:03:24 PM
A weird class about the sociological benefits and collaboration of a public school in a community as well as measures taken within a school to create and upkeep certain foundations for education.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Forlorn Serpent on January 17, 2017, 04:08:16 PM
I did not see that coming.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on January 17, 2017, 04:11:04 PM
I doubt they'll see my edgelord coming when we read these aloud on Thursday either. I took a generic template and went "here have some personal and kinda dark sh-t about my life."
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Misyne on January 29, 2017, 12:34:26 AM
Look deep into my eyes, my love, and repeat after me;
Our love was always meant to last an eternity.
If you should stop time, I should stay beside
to stop it with you, where chemical fumes collide.

Transform each and every drop of blood in our veins
into the promise of love that would still keep us awake,
Hold me by the hand as we move on together,
I am yours, for the rest of forever.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on January 29, 2017, 04:52:01 AM
That...was honestly painful for me to read. I don't know what it is about love like that, but I find myself drawing away from it. I guess one bad apple can easily spoil those around it, even of the more precious variety. Yet I want so badly for your words to ring with more truth than my experiences.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Misyne on January 29, 2017, 08:41:50 AM
It was supposed to be bittersweet, but looking at it now, I'm not sure I got that across the way I wanted. For similar reasons, I don't think I'd be able to write purely about love unless it was from an outsider's perspective or have some darker undercurrent going for it.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on January 29, 2017, 07:26:46 PM
If you scroll around this thread long enough and you'll find some of my love poetry, written when I was inspired by the feeling. I wonder what you'd think of my brand of them.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Misyne on February 01, 2017, 10:49:53 PM
I read some, to me they really seem like they'd work well as song lyrics the way they flow. Material for an upcoming Mahlua band!

Anyway, looking at them as a whole, it's a pretty cool portrayal of the general rollercoaster that is love. While I miss it, at the same time I really don't.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: WriterExtremist on February 02, 2017, 03:02:37 PM
Nice. :)
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on May 03, 2017, 01:07:28 AM
The local kava bar had an open mic night, and after hearing some of the poets, I started writing something of my own and somehow went up and presented mine. I can't recreate exactly how it went while I was up there since I was actually shaking pretty badly at the mic, but I tried for you guys:

"Loss" (http://vocaroo.com/i/s1LW2NaG7Dvm)

Then I wound up writing another one that I didn't get a chance to share, but I'll drop that one here for you guys as well.

"Sympathy" (http://vocaroo.com/i/s1J1qCmMqYlZ)

Mind you that these are passionate and volume might be an issue, and they may also give you the feels.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: legomaestro on November 04, 2017, 09:52:55 PM
:/  Darnit the voice recordings seem not to exist anymore...
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Ocky88 on November 05, 2017, 12:21:37 AM
:/  Darnit the voice recordings seem not to exist anymore...

well look at the posting date on it
I never knew we had a poetry section.(starts snapping) Grabbing me some coffee for the authentic poetry night
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Forlorn Serpent on November 23, 2017, 04:31:10 PM
Metaphorical title

I saw a brother of thousands fall.
It will be the first of many this season.
They were brown, red, orange, and yellow.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up” said my brother
I replied “just leave them there, don’t bother”


The old die for the next in line, except these.
They will be collected and bagged and eventually dumped.
Their journey endied,  but they would not be connected to their own.
However, I will change that.

My neighbor hired a man to clean their yard.
The following spring he will return to bring  back what he took.
It’s funny that they will pay twice for nothing.


Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Forlorn Serpent on January 14, 2018, 03:24:42 AM
It did snow in the summer.
Though surprising, it was foretold.
Many played on that day.
No one minded the cold.

On the eve of that day i remembered.
What it was, i regret to say i forgot.
At least that is what i tell myself.
It had to do with something i bought.

You would imagine the children were playing,
throwing snow at each other.
But it was one minute past midnight.
Everyone was still in their slumber.

I waited for them, outside of course.
It was no trouble on my part.
Because what i remembered that day,
was the very reason it would start.

A good amount of slow collected on me.
i dare say it was enough to ---
i guess i dare not.

The sun didn't shine that day.
The children did come out to play.
The adults even had something to say.
I just stood there, watching them.

That day in the summer,
when everyone played,
with smiles and song,
dance and glee,
laughing and smiling,
chanting and crying,
was my birthday.

Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on May 11, 2018, 10:27:25 PM
One of my projects this semester was a poetry anthology, and I was lazy and didn't wanna look around for too many, so I wrote a few.

Okay, admittedly some of them just hit me in the gut and I had to start writing.

Here are the new ones:


"Loss"
the text version, since the audio must've went out.
In this concrete jungle lie
twists and turns and secrets that hide
from truths unkind, and grey
is cold, even across the power lines
that hum power this way and that
along dark paths in the dim city lights.
And, in this jungle, stories unfold
in ways that melancholy takes hold
and grips sympathy in its talons and
rips it away.
She did the same, and that whole bum*censored* town
will never be the same.
Old grey bricks crumble into shattered glass
away into a darkness that is the hole she left us.
Rusty stairs to thick apartment airs between thin walls,
all musky and disgusting,
stuck with the smell of mold and cigarettes.
A soldier loses his humanity and his mind
over the last time she smiled.
Now the only solace we have, if I’m to be honest,
is that we ache together, trying to make sense
of a life taken prematurely.
All we have is a memory, and in that memory
I find misery and agony, because damn,
I miss you.

The cold grey world took
and it takes continually,
swallows us in towers like gallows
building upward and upward
but into what?
What is lost between these city walls
and what other secrets come out when night falls
and the realization of loss settles in?

"I Don't Know"
A poem about dissociation and how it feels.
the air doesn’t feel real—
or sometimes it’s too heavy.
when i think about it,
my brain draws attention to the fact
that i don’t feel a part of this world.
without my command,
a twitch leaves my body.
i guess it wonders
if breaking the stillness
will bring us back to reality.

sounds don’t come on time.
there’s a blip in my perception,
between when sound waves are generated,
when they hit my ears,
and when i hear them.

i want to reach out,
but my mind holds no words
like a whiteboard
with no markers.

is this reality?
am i a part of this dimension?
what’s happening?

b   l   a   n   k   n   e   s   s   .   .   .

"Dead Girl Walking"
Based on the Kidneythieves song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Iuky5F_DS8
You were already a
Dead Girl Walking
when I met you.
I didn’t have the right
to even
think
I could save you.
But young love only blooms once.
You called yourself “poison”
and I eagerly drank.

But you were never the poison.
The poison is what you let in:
the men who treated you like *censored*.
“Time doesn’t heal wounds,”
you said,
“It just helps you forget the pain”.
Maybe you were right,
living on borrowed time,
as you believed you were.

I’m sorry, my love,
that I could not see you
transform gracefully
from Dead Girl Walking
to Dead Girl Dead.
Now I look in the mirror
and half expect
gunmetal blue
Dead Girl Eyes
to plead from my own sockets.

But you were already a
Dead Girl Walking
when I met you.
I didn’t have the right
to even
offer
to kiss your hundred scars.

I suppose that makes me
Dead Girl Haunted.

"Impermissible"
For the feelings I don't feel like feeling.
Tell me why
it’s easier to cry
for memories
that aren’t mine?

When I follow
that sharp ache
in my chest,
my heart’s closest neighbor,
I go to embrace it.
Tears prick my eyes,
but then she runs
just out of reach.
The tease.

Misery is a crueler mistress
than her mother trauma.
She entices tears
but never permits release.

For others
at least I can cry,
but for her,
never.

Cue Forlorn's psychoanalysis of why I've really been gone these past couple of months, lol.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on May 19, 2018, 07:45:53 AM
Loved the poems. Dark, but heartfelt. Gotta ask though...

Everything all good at home, Mahlua?
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on May 19, 2018, 10:36:30 AM
If you mean family life, that hasn't been great since middle school ish.
If you mean my personal life, eh, I've hit some frustrations. Right now I'm mostly just restless, antsy, and wound up, and that's (not) surprisingly because of my family at the moment.

At the time those were written, though, I was probably going through a depressive episode.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coryn on May 19, 2018, 10:48:15 AM
Well, on a lighter note. Let me share one from the hive mind of my office, and our corporate buzz word fridge magnet poetry kit. It's not really a poem poem, but I'll take it.

Emerge from professional cubicle nap,
a changed woman.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on July 02, 2018, 10:58:18 AM
A lil something I cooked up after hearing this beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQjf7u7g_-k

"Rough Draft" (Freestyle)
I feel lost in my dreams
Wondering if everything that I see is really all that it seems
The flow broken, my thoughts get lost in the streams
Is this the end? The truth hurts more when you know that it bleeds
But suddenly there's a gleam, a sparkle
Showing me where my heart my goes
On display like an art show
Resolve burning like charcoal
So I get up running and I never look back
Hoping everything I trained in keeps me on the right track
Let's check facts, I'm jeans tight you fools lax like slacks
Can't you see that in the sea I'm the deadliest catch
The minds's loch ness, get your feet wet and you'll suffer it's wrath
The rap wizard, the pen is much more like a staff
Conjure up rhymes that levels beyond the game that no mortal can pass
And this is all basics, like layups off the touch of the glass
Get lost in a mural of art shaped by the skill of my craft
King Arthur of all authors and this is only a rough draft
Ninja...
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: MahluaandMilk on July 02, 2018, 02:50:04 PM
That's a killer rough draft for a poem. Mine usually have to undergo a few revisions to get that smooth. It's all in paying attention to the way words sound, I guess.
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on July 03, 2018, 12:14:52 AM
Truth be told it almost took me an hour to even come up with that lol. I changed it a couple of times to match the flow and rhythm of the beat, and could've came up with more, but didn't want to spend more any more time on it. Luckily, freestyles in rap are usually just putting words together and letting them flow without worrying about sticking to a particular concept or theme. So, once I remembered that, putting this together became a lot easier.

I'll probably do another one soon. This one actually proved to be a lot of fun. Next time it'll be longer, probably a full sixteen verse or a thirty two if I'm feeling froggy. 
Title: Re: Poetry House
Post by: Coach Fro on July 15, 2018, 06:21:35 PM
Something I wrote that today while at work that was heavily inspired by Childish Gambino's "Feels like Summer" that he just recently released. Pretty much tried to keep the same rhythm and flow while adding my own twist to it. Here's the original song if you wanna hear it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieL7BHjiyd8

And here's my version.

Like Summer

When the blackness hates itself
And spills its own blood on those streets
It feels like summer
It feels like summer
We feel like summer

When the blackness hates itself
And spills its own blood on those streets
It feels like summer
This feels like summer
We feel like summer

On colder nights children pray for heat that’ll melt the snow
Older souls are torn and hope the sun won’t ever come down
Come down

Flowers bloom and youthful spirits sprout their dormant wings
Flying past the sky to a world where there are no clouds
No clouds

I know

I know they love this game
I used to love the way we played
But now the fun just feels like pain

When the blackness hates itself
And spills its own blood on those streets
It feels like summer
It feels like summer
We feel like summer

Burning rays that lights a fire in their jaded hearts
Blackened berries colored red by the time the sun goes down
Goes down

Golden dreams ripe with green that cloud their precious minds
We run and run in search of something so Profound
Profound

I know

I know they love this game
I used to love the way we played
But now the fun just feels like pain
And it always feel the same