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Postby Spaced Ape » Thu Jul 24, 2008 11:35 am

Become a mod like me. :wink:
Is there a promised land
Or am I on the journey going to nowhere?
Are the streets paved with gold
Or am I slipping on the mold that slowly grows there?
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Postby Young Boy » Thu Jul 24, 2008 11:49 am

just give me your password

i'll mod these forums HARD CORE

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Postby obskewer » Sat Sep 13, 2008 6:24 am

They need to make ME a mod ;)
The Shy

I've the game for you and I
It's called The Shy!
Watch time pass by
While playing The Shy
It will fly!
It'll work on any girl or guy
Just promise to lie
I won't ask why
And defy the instinct
To Shy around in July

Can't show distrust
Or that your flat bust
Can't collect dust
Or putrid rust
It's an absolute must
That to The Shy's timid tempo you'll adjust
You blustering imbicle!
Your conformity is lust

What was once pronounced appalling
My nature has been reinstalling
An important program involving
The Shy's electronic coding
Revolving around solving
Excessive encrypted encoding
And playing a game like The Shy
Keeps my wits from dissolving

Now please trust in The Shy
Life's game we all try
Industrialized romancing
Often mixed with rye
It's not even improvised
It's focus is disguise
Surprised how much thrust
Your opponent is exerting?
Missed it dignifyed
Because your blade was really flirting
With your adversares insides
For The Shy has been working
And the game is what's winning
The Shy has no losing sides
Sit back on this disgusting high
And just enjoy the ride

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Postby obskewer » Sat Sep 20, 2008 6:04 pm

Chillin

Living is a breeze
Destined
For the location
of your occupation
You better beleive
A new sensation
In what you breath
Destruction and corruption
Of your soul's construction
Demolecularization
Has you wrapped in devastation
The time has come to cut the noose
The time has come to just hang loose

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Postby Guitar_clock » Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:46 pm

Demolecularization sounds so rough when the poem is read aloud.

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Postby obskewer » Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:04 am

Only if you're having trouble pronouncing it :wink:

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Postby Voly » Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:08 pm

[shyly raises hand] I uhh... had trouble pronouncing it. [/idiot]
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Postby Guitar_clock » Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:58 pm

The Mob wrote:Only if you're having trouble pronouncing it :wink:

Nah. Too many syllables. No flow.

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Postby obskewer » Tue Sep 23, 2008 5:13 am

I'll stray away from using words too big for you to jingle with.

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Postby obskewer » Tue Sep 23, 2008 6:30 am

I have to try new styles of poetry. Here goes nothing.

Demeanour

Futuristic characteristic
Superficialy gone intrinsic
Self-absorbed narcacistic
Oddly hiding things extrinsic
A healthy facade beyond the sickness
Cleansing alcohol uerathol extracts
All biddings done with warning intact
The price we pay is that one exact
Last shipment on merchandised noses
Rich creams for whatever the mask exposes
Pliers, knives, chizles, drills, and hoses
A rake for the bush; Aerosol roses
A carpenters bag filled with equipment
All the tools we need to a invent
New faces on everyone to intervent
Available bodies left for endorsement
It's a job
But it will pay the rent
It was our single best investment
Expending revenues we will augment
Changing us at an unequitable fee
When we could pull off our face for free

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Postby obskewer » Sun Sep 28, 2008 6:47 am

Valuesung

Lingering incredulous truths
Beyond the lips of the prophet
Creation of an incredible sleuth
Customs made dull and soft
It was wound up and spun out
Past the faces that were knew
Fall to the ground
And pick up the peices
Strewn about
Lost within the sentence
Waves of change and sentience
Carry us on through
The day grows old
Underneith a fiery dusk
Continue to babble
Only if you must
Wind whips at your tongue
Kharmatic conversation
Like to a ledger it dabbles
Lines and lyrics sung
As alluring temptations
Gusts carry my thoughts true
For currently not held as prophet
For every day created anew
I am currency at the Earth's profit

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Postby obskewer » Sat Nov 22, 2008 8:01 am

When the hammer drops..

A rolling thunder
Proof of the hammer's might
To wield at thy enemy
And cast them from thy blight
I am not a savior
Nor an angel of the night
Nor valiant steed or twisted saint
I am all that is right
I am not a ghost
I am not a patron
Of your covection
I am a man of flesh
Strewn upon imperfection
Left to my thoughts
To heed my flight
Cast yourself
From off of my sight
For when the hammer drops
Rippeling through the land
The call of the dutiful
Flesh-being to fight
Another battle
Ever weary of our plight
To extinguish thy darkness
Once had everything stood bright

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Postby obskewer » Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:35 pm

The Concoction

You take a part good spirits
And one part youth
Another dash of peprika
And a little bit of you
You take it all in a bowl
And stir it long and well
Before long you'll have the drink
To an endless wealth
And if we do not hold those things
Of recipes failed that we dwell
We are left with a delightful meal
Fit for two, and served at the bell
Love is not always something
A special available for the day
But it is something we come to enjoy
At every chance we partake
In indulging in it's countless flavors
It's palette of desire and taste
And with that someone you've come to savor
You eat every morsel as not to waste


I'm in-love XD ! <3

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Postby daemon » Thu Dec 11, 2008 4:08 am

Guitar_clock wrote:
The Mob wrote:Only if you're having trouble pronouncing it :wink:

Nah. Too many syllables. No flow.


De-mol-ec-u-la-riz-a-tion
Has-you-wrapp-ed-in-dev-a-sta-tion

Sounds good to me.

:)
Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam.

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Postby obskewer » Wed May 27, 2009 7:48 am

ReVolt=Revolution

Fixation
Phased penatration
Alluring as the colors
To the morning sky
The Earth's winds breath
Of filth and disguise
The devastation hidden
Dry upon broken glass
Restitution lies deep
Beyond seeping drudge
Chemicle sludge pours
Consistently into our veins
Like water from the skies.
Oxygen does not exist
To persist in persuit
Is to dilute even more
For only a score ago
Were seeds sowed as scars
Tearing our views up from afar
To go green a subpar joke
To what humans really are.
Less a figure, more a voice.
Less a destiny, more a choice.
Less as granted their social positions
To rise against the opposition.
This transition is nye
Nor my doing nor problem
To solve them as majority
We take authority amongst ouselves
Less now we dwell against
White picket fenced broken homes
Children left alone to fend
Amending where their parent's fail
Pretending to hail in beliefs
The world's defeat at hand
Our existance to cease.
Neglect is not but true
We brew our own imbalence
Born to silence the many
Modern amenities to wage war
Scour the land of man made fire
Destroy all desire with a choice
Be the voice that beckon's War's cry
Labeled as evil, deciding as knights
We bring fight amongst thickening flame
To change imbalence back to restore
And heal Earth back to the way it was before.

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Postby obskewer » Sun Oct 11, 2009 2:14 pm

I've recently been reading poems by Charles Bukowski. His style is.. sub par. But it is original, modern, and very obscure. It's worth trying to replicate, or fashion something similar, so I'm going to see how well I can with my next writing.

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Postby obskewer » Sun Oct 11, 2009 2:24 pm

A race through the morgue

I can hear the feet pattering
They move along side me
Everyday.
Their pattern is the same
gunning back and forth like
a handgun in the distance, but yet
They are right there.

Every time they step close
I can picture them running
over the gritty concrete floor
in a race for time
toward the bathroom.

Sometimes, the laps they take
are dispersed and average

Sometimes, they come back quick
making their loop
going the distance
Until there is nothing left for the shoes to do
But rest

Sometimes, they are not there
At all.
Those are my favorite days
when I don't have to be reminded
every so often
that I am sitting here in a morgue
with a couple of dead runners
who have no reason to run

It could be healthy
but they are dead
so it is useless to
let them continue running but
I do not stop them.
Can not.

They will run their laps through this morgue
until the very flesh falls
from their limbs
to the incinerator floor
with no more the sound
than the sound of feet,
pattering past me onto the way of the bathroom.

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Postby HartKat » Sun Oct 25, 2009 5:28 am

wow those were f-ing awesome howed you think of all them
WAIT!, were working with some really unstable herbs!

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Postby obskewer » Sun Oct 25, 2009 11:53 pm

Alot of free time. And a little inspiration, for each.

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Postby HartKat » Mon Oct 26, 2009 1:00 am

nice
WAIT!, were working with some really unstable herbs!

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Postby obskewer » Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:22 pm

S'not

the worst days are when
you wake up
and the you feel a congestion
running up the side of
your face

your ears puff up
your nose catches on fire
as not to undermine
millions of years
to develop a fine
craft, and no matter
how hard you try you
still get sick as a dog
and get rushed to the vet
where all sick dogs will
go for a treatment
not as hardened as
any ancient disease

the doctor tells you that
you are perfectly fine
and perhaps there is
no need for a treatment
which a hostile nose could
tell him otherwise.

I expected to get
my annual pills for
anything, maybe even
heart worm, because at
least a dog would have
been diagnosed with
something to be prescribed
an empty wallet.

instead I will to wait
until the blood tests are ran
for them to tell me
something I know.
I'm sick, and should
go back to see them
again so they can
prescribe me an
actual medication
and so I can feel as
obliged to shoot
snot missals at the
nurses scrubs, in a
dragon rage due to
how well I am paying
everyone to tell me
how sick I am.

it is a genius device

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Postby HartKat » Wed Oct 28, 2009 1:12 am

........................................................ ok
WAIT!, were working with some really unstable herbs!

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Postby Voly » Wed Oct 28, 2009 3:08 am

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

G_C, we need the "# of dots : intelligence" chart.
Astica wrote:That's probably the wankiest thing I've heard all day.

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Postby Astica » Wed Oct 28, 2009 6:11 am

Voly wrote:ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

G_C, we need the "# of dots : intelligence" chart.

We also need Hery D:

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Postby obskewer » Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:22 am

HartKat wrote:........................................................ ok


If you don't find that in even a satircal, light-humored way (Or atleast have respect for it "having been there yourself"), then there is nothing I can do for your puny level of philosophical understanding.

Edit: or life experience, for that matter.


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