Poetry corner..

[Lazarus65]

I'm feeling very poetic and thought I would post a couple of poems..none mine of course..mine were mostly macabre.

Everyone knows your face
The world screams your name
Never again arenyou alone.

~Tupac Amaru Shakur

[Pyros]

I'm feeling very poetic and thought I would post a couple of poems..none mine of course..mine were mostly macabre.

Everyone knows your face
The world screams your name
Never again arenyou alone.

~Tupac Amaru Shakur

Shaken,
Not stirred.
Rewards1 Scam.

Pyros

[Pyros]

Sorry if that's something you feel doesnt feel contributes heeh I'll remove if you want :D

Pyros

[Lazarus65]

Shaken,
Not stirred.
Rewards1 Scam.

Pyros

Lol, a limirick is still poetic. :D

[Acky]

Lol, a limirick is still poetic. :D

O really?

There once was a man called Enis..

Hmm mabye not.
Okay how about..

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who's co..

D@mn I wish we had an 18+ section on the forums =(

[Pyros]

O really?

There once was a man called Enis..

Hmm mabye not.
Okay how about..

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who's co..

D@mn I wish we had an 18+ section on the forums =(

I think theres plenty of other forums for that kinda stuff ^^

Pyros

[Lazarus65]

O really?

There once was a man called Enis..

Hmm mabye not.
Okay how about..

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who's co..

D@mn I wish we had an 18+ section on the forums =(

How this:
There once was a man from Norway,
who got his huèvos caught in the doorway,
he cried for his wife, who came with a knife,
and now they hang the hallway.
~ X

[Pyros]

How this:
There once was a man from Norway,
who got his huèvos caught in the doorway,
he cried for his wife, who came with a knife,
and now they hang the hallway.
~ X

Some huèvos were left in the hall,
Still no one would clean up the balls,
Cuz they stood till this day, while rotting away.
The smell would cause you to bawl

Pyros

[vallu]

I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.

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[Lazarus65]

Some huèvos were left in the hall,
Still no one would clean up the balls,
Cuz they stood till this day, while rotting away.
The smell would cause you to bawl

Pyros

lol.
The life of the wife
is ended by the knife.

[vallu]

Some huèvos were left in the hall,
Still no one would clean up the balls,
Cuz they stood till this day, while rotting away.
The smell would cause you to bawl

Pyros
I smell a quote. =o
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[Acky]

I think theres plenty of other forums for that kinda stuff ^^

Pyros

Oh I know man, I know... :laugh2: ;)

[Pyros]

lol.
The life of the wife
is ended by the knife.

Interesting ;D

Was she murdered and killed
For reasons unnamed
By the said husband
Who is the only one blamed?
Of course we wont know
Till you tell all that you got
And uncover the story
Or it all be for naught

Pyros

[Lazarus65]

Interesting ;D

Was she murdered and killed
For reasons unnamed
By the said husband
Who is the only one blamed?
Of course we wont know
Till you tell all that you got
And uncover the story
Or it all be for naught

Pyros

Quite possibly the husband to blame
returns yet another mystery, insane
If all others cast aside
by rules we abide
a husbands hand filthy
then indeed he must be guilty

[stoptherockets94]

The Tell-Tale Heart
By: Edgar Allen Poe


TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture -- a pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded -- with what caution -- with what foresight, with what dissimulation, I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this? And then when my head was well in the room I undid the lantern cautiously -- oh, so cautiously -- cautiously (for the hinges creaked), I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye always closed, and so it was impossible to do the work, for it was not the old man who vexed me but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed , to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was opening the door little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea, and perhaps he heard me, for he moved on the bed suddenly as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back -- but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening , and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out, "Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed, listening; just as I have done night after night hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently, I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief -- oh, no! It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself, "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney, it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or, "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes he has been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions ; but he had found all in vain. ALL IN VAIN, because Death in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel, although he neither saw nor heard, to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time very patiently without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little -- a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it -- you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily -- until at length a single dim ray like the thread of the spider shot out from the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye.

It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness -- all a dull blue with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones, but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person, for I had directed the ray as if by instinct precisely upon the ****ed spot.

And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! -- do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me -- the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once -- once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But for many minutes the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence.

I took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly so cunningly, that no human eye -- not even his -- could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out -- no stain of any kind -- no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that.

[stoptherockets94]

When I had made an end of these labours, it was four o'clock -- still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, -- for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.

No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

[stoptherockets94]

I read that poem recently in school, the disease he refers to in the poem is Tuberculosis which his wife, step mother, and other relatives died from.

[ddh1122]

Heres mines:

Shel Silverstein

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

[Pyros]

Quite possibly the husband to blame
returns yet another mystery, insane
If all others cast aside
by rules we abide
a husbands hand filthy
then indeed he must be guilty

Truth be told
our laws unfold
with freedom found
for those unsound
A lawful might
And unsightly blight

Pyros

[Pyros]

I read that poem recently in school, the disease he refers to in the poem is Tuberculosis which his wife, step mother, and other relatives died from.

AHh tis quite the poem heh. I actually had no idea of what it was honestly =/. That is till I saw a reference to it in The Simpsons :P Yay now i know where it came from ahha

Pyros

[Lazarus65]

AHh tis quite the poem heh. I actually had no idea of what it was honestly =/. That is till I saw a reference to it in The Simpsons :P Yay now i know where it came from ahha

Pyros

You don't know the Poe?! Oh wait, I think you meant the disease. The raven is the greatest poem ever.

[Pyros]

You don't know the Poe?! Oh wait, I think you meant the disease. The raven is the greatest poem ever.

LOL yes I know of Poe. If i hadnt heard of him you can shoot me -_-. And yes I know of the raven too. :P its a pretty good poem.

Pyros

[Havoc]

Some huèvos were left in the hall,
Still no one would clean up the balls,
Cuz they stood till this day, while rotting away.
The smell would cause you to bawl

Pyros

I just got my signature!

[hightower]

There once was a mod called tower,
with responsibility came a great lot of power.
he banned all day long,
if they'd done something wrong.
Each infraction causing him laughter.


Yeah...i suck at this ¬¬

[Lazarus65]

There once was a mod called tower,
with responsibility came a great lot of power.
he banned all day long,
if they'd done something wrong.
Each infraction causing him laughter.


Yeah...i suck at this ¬¬

lol, well its not called the "good" poetry corner.

[Pyros]

There once was a mod called tower,
with responsibility came a great lot of power.
he banned all day long,
if they'd done something wrong.
Each infraction causing him laughter.


Yeah...i suck at this ¬¬

I just got my signature!

Lol. Im kidding ^^ no seriously I'm glad people are participating in this thread too haha :D

Pyros

[Lazarus65]

I just got my signature!

Lol. Im kidding ^^ no seriously I'm glad people are participating in this thread too haha :D

Pyros

Thanks for jinxing my thread, Richard (hidden sub-text). Totally kidding, but I haven't posted anything new in a bit..so here's a little something new.

[Pyros]

Thanks for jinxing my thread, Richard (hidden sub-text). Totally kidding, but I haven't posted anything new in a bit..so here's a little something new.

I know you said new.. but you didnt write anything o_O.... not only that I only see my quote... which is quite ... err -_-;; yeah

Pyros

[Cokacole123]

I like big books and i cannot lie,
you other brothers can't deny,
when a books shipped in with a lotta chapters,
you can't resist that thing.
Cause I like vocabulary,
readin all the pages of the dictionary,
checked out every single book at the library,
Yeah i know it's kind of Scary:smile

[Pyros]

I like big books and i cannot lie,
you other brothers can't deny,
when a books shipped in with a lotta chapters,
you can't resist that thing.
Cause I like vocabulary,
readin all the pages of the dictionary,
checked out every single book at the library,
Yeah i know it's kind of Scary:smile

... I saw your poem and was like hey that's pretty cool! And then I saw your sig and was like hey thats pretty.. WHEN DID I SAY THAT?!

Pyros

[Zoikes]

There was a dude from New York
Who loved to eat his pork
One day he swallowed his fork
Oh no it wasn't his fork it was his huèvos

LOLOLOL. Just laugh at it because of its plain stupidity.

[Cokacole123]

... I saw your poem and was like hey that's pretty cool! And then I saw your sig and was like hey thats pretty.. WHEN DID I SAY THAT?!

Pyros

lol I think there was a post called Who here has a wii and you posted that. :lol2 I'm gonna try and find the link oh wait nvm that was pryos not you :lol2 ill take it out.

[raysfan13]

there was once this chick
I said suck my

[hightower]

there was once this chick
I said suck my

Woah woah woah, timeout man, keep it clean! lol

[Louis]

the was an old man from china
who wasn't a ver good climber
he slipped on a rock
and cut off his [insert sexual word here]
and now he's got a hairy [insert sexual word here]

[raysfan13]

lol............

[Lazarus65]

I know you said new.. but you didnt write anything o_O.... not only that I only see my quote... which is quite ... err -_-;; yeah

Pyros

Yeah..I fell asleep typing out, "The road not taken". :\ I'll post it now. And guys, keep it clean..

[Lazarus65]

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim,
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere age and ages hence:
Two roads divulged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.

~Robert Frost

[Lazarus65]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pron surfed, weak and weary
over many a strange and spurious pr0nsite of "hot XXX galore",
while I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour.
"Tis not possible." I muttered, "give me back my free hardcore!"

Quoth the server,
404

[Hope]

Haiku:

These forums are fail
Some people are awesome though
scorcher and eric!

[Pyros]

Haiku:

These forums are fail
Some people are awesome though
scorcher and eric!

To those that insult
Infractions result
contribution or not
I ban without thought

Pyros

[Hope]

To those that insult
Infractions result
contribution or not
I ban without thought

Pyros

That is not Haikiu
I win at this and u phail
Cuz I write poem :smiley2:

[Hope]

Later, im soo banned
Goodbye all the cool people
See you in a month!

(haikiu once again I winz0r!)

[Pyros]

Later, im soo banned
Goodbye all the cool people
See you in a month!

(haikiu once again I winz0r!)

You shall not be banned
As Pyros has deemed it so
But lay off the hate

Pyros

[Hope]

You shall not be banned
As Pyros has deemed it so
But late off the hate

Pyros

Thanks for sparing me
I will post another day
Until tommarow :shifty:

[Havoc]

he who rights on sh#@ house walls rolls his sh@# in little balls, he who reads these words of wit eats those little balls of sh#@. yes yes I know i should be a famous poet.:lol2

[Lastwill]

This thread needs a bump.

[Pyros]

OMG .... Laz started this!? LOL ;D + rep

Pyros

[ryuk1214]

Rhapsody will fail
My words are gleaming pieces
I need breakfast first