An outlet for players whose creativity extends beyond the board. Post your original works here!
The posting of song lyrics is not the purpose of this board and as such please refrain from doing so. Exceptions can be made to this rule if you are the copyrighted owner of the lyrics and the lyrics are not found offensive by the majority of the population. This board is a place to post your original works of poetry and prose and also a place for discussion of poetry and related areas.
We have received word from Fencer that other's poetry can be posted to this board. These are the two conditions: 1) When someone posts a known copyrighted poem, he must add the author's name as well 2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems
Списък с дискусии
Тук не Ви е разрешено да публикувате съобщения. Изисква се ниво на членство най-малко Мозъчен Кон.
I dreamt of blood upon the shore,
of eyes that spoke of sin.
The lake was smooth and deep and black
as was her scented skin.
A mask I wore as I approached,
I was what I am not.
And though the pattern was unclear,
its meaning could be bought.
Drawn to Bacchus's abode,
I sought there to conspire.
But it was in the city of the dead
that I found my heart's desire.
The road was blocked, the truth was shunned
the white flag had been raised.
Reversal cost me all I had,
and everything I'd braved.
And then the night became as day,
I glimpsed nature's reddest claw!
The face of fear looked back at me,
as I gazed into the maw.
My last ally laid to waste,
I ran toward the light.
I prayed for one to change my path,
to give me strength to fight.
And then the wheel went round and round,
I could not find my way.
Twelve and three and turn the key,
I heard the madman say.
Deep in the earth I faced a fight
that I could never win.
The blameless and the base destroyed,
and all that might have been.
Blessings on this fine machine,
May its data all be clean.
Let the files stay where they're put,
Away from disk drives keep all soot.
From its screen shall come no whines,
Let in no spikes on power lines.
As oaks were sacred to the Druids,
Let not the keyboard suffer fluids.
Disk Full shall be nor more than rarity,
The memory shall not miss its parity.
From the modem shall come wonders,
Without line noise making blunders.
May it never catch a virus,
And all its software stay desirous.
Oh let the printer never jam,
And turn my output into spam.
I ask of Eris, noble queen,
Keep Murphy far from this machine.
Pathetic? Nah...better than any attempt I would make (which I won't so as to spare everyone)
For anyone familiar with Usurper's talent you know the best is yet to come! :-)
(скрий) Можете да изпратите съобщение на приятелите си само с едно чукване на мишката като ги добавите към списъка си с приятели и после цъкнете върху малкия плик в съседство с името им. (pauloaguia) (покажи всички подсказки)