crow
penguin
It's not too late; it's never too late.
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Post by crow on Jan 5, 2008 14:29:15 GMT -5
Ah, thank you very much!
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TML
Happy Festival Mask
Thee Vampirate
Even if I disappear, I want to always be in your heart
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Post by TML on Jan 5, 2008 19:39:02 GMT -5
I have to agree with Lengendn.
*jaw-drop* I seriously can't find anything to say. . . .
I admire your work. ^_^
*knows that isn't enough to describe how fantastic crow's poems are*
ummmm........................................
EXALTS! xD
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ilovetaang03
Avatar Yangchen
Im a secret AGENT MAN. A SECRET AGENT MAN!!!! (though im a girl)
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Post by ilovetaang03 on Jan 5, 2008 20:21:20 GMT -5
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crow
penguin
It's not too late; it's never too late.
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Post by crow on Jan 8, 2008 18:00:33 GMT -5
Oh, very interesting. Glass Poetry In Prose Written by The Crow
Sheer insanity. Creeping, Crawling, Burning- He flails his arms as the feeling overtakes him. Clenching his jaw, he writhes in pain.
Utter torture. Aching, Twisting, Shattering- Nothing but misery and woe ensues. His chest heaves, his head explodes with agony.
They watch as he ventures down the Path of No Return. They stare and merely watch, their stomach turn at the sight. "Pity," one whispers, they avoid contact with his eyes. "A shame," the other responds, their voice low and indifferent.
Inevitable death. Releasing, Ending, Sighing- Silence fills the room before a breath escapes his lips. His eyes shut tightly, his soul releases.
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TML
Happy Festival Mask
Thee Vampirate
Even if I disappear, I want to always be in your heart
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Post by TML on Mar 26, 2008 21:12:19 GMT -5
Oh, very interesting. Glass Poetry In Prose Written by The Crow
Sheer insanity. Creeping, Crawling, Burning- He flails his arms as the feeling overtakes him. Clenching his jaw, he writhes in pain.
Utter torture. Aching, Twisting, Shattering- Nothing but misery and woe ensues. His chest heaves, his head explodes with agony.
They watch as he ventures down the Path of No Return. They stare and merely watch, their stomach turn at the sight. "Pity," one whispers, they avoid contact with his eyes. "A shame," the other responds, their voice low and indifferent.
Inevitable death. Releasing, Ending, Sighing- Silence fills the room before a breath escapes his lips. His eyes shut tightly, his soul releases. I just love your work. So much. Everything about it. I can't find a single flaw in your poetry. There is nothing I would pick at. Nothing to change. Too bad you never came back, crow. *pouts*
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