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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 2:24 pm
its simple. just make up a short song/poem about something that the previous person put down, no matter how weird, random, crazy, or serious it is or sexual.. maybe
Ex: riding the bus
so...
*Riding on the bus,
riding on the bus,
riding on the bus,
siting next to a bum.
theres an open seat,
hopes that isn't pee...*
it can be really stupid like:
*I'm talking and walking,
I'm drinking some coffee,
and then I'm going to sleep*
ok so the 1st topic is...
walking in the mall
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 4:06 pm
window to window my heart sinks more
watching as the pretties shop in the stores
charging on Daddy's plastic, they never care
as long as they have the latest fashions to wear
there goes another prom queen with her perfect date
her hair is perfect, her teeth are white and straight
she's working the room as if it's her own
but she can't fool me, she's all alone
Have fun:
those blue eyes
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 4:43 pm
Intense like lasers
They see right through me
Cold as steel
Bright as Ice
It Chills me to the bone
TO Stand in the gaze
Of those blue eyes...
Thunder storm
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 4:53 pm
oh no we got to run away
before we are stuck in this rain
run in, close the door, take off that shoe
go in ur room and clean up as good as new
stay in here and stay warm
as we witness this thunderstorm
as we sing, 'rain, rain, go away,
come again another day'
(yes this is the best I can think of)
going insane
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 5:27 pm
Screaming and crying and tearing my skin,
hoping to break Mother's good porcelain;
now thrashing around in my foamed-wall tomb
that has become as familiar as her womb.
She told them I'm sinful, she told them I'd rot,
I am the child that God forgot;
so She locked me in the dark, chained me away,
I just don't know how much longer I can keep these demons at bay.
Woop. Next one issss: Clouds!
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:23 pm
Demons o'the dark, demons o'the light.
No longer know which one's is right.
One says do wrong,
But make's me feel right.
The other says do good,
But causes me ta loose rep in my neighborhood.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 7:41 pm
hm... didn't left a topic so.. thats a skip
next one:
light
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 8:06 pm
Shining before me like the sun
the light stands alone in the darkness
one speck of hope when all is lost
...or is that a train? LOL
Next Topic:
Ghosts
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 2:52 pm
Crying
fading
slowly disappear
a memory trapped
wrenched
untrue of what it once was
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
demons
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