Poets Unite!

[Jazzy Jinx]

For Japan!

Deadline for submitting poetry is May 24, 2011.

A month prior to this date I'll be sending PM's to everyone who has made a submission in order to discuss any edits or revisions/replacements as well as confirmation of participation (just verifying that you still want to be published or not). If I do not receive a reply from you then I'll assume that the most recent stance you've made (within this thread) is your final stance and approach accordingly. Any "on the fence" stances will be seen as refusal to participate.

So Kitsune's thread got me thinking and I figured I'd bring this plan of mine to light. I actually have several writing projects up in the air right now and among them is a collaboration project among many poets. Plain and simple, we publish a book of poetry the title of which is tentatively officially called A Little Box of Poetry The Little Book of Poetry.

If you're interested then please participate by adding your submissions to this thread (you may add as many as you like) and tell me whether or not you want to be credited by: your real name, your username (site included), your username (site excluded), an alias, or anonymously. Also, please inform as many people as you can about the project and get the word out!

There will be other people besides members of Arlong Park included in the works so this is a definitely a project capable of reaching fruition. Feel free to pitch ideas if you have any. Oh, and keep poetry PG (or PG-13 at most).

Thank you!~

–-

I'd like to take this time to make an announcement real quick. As you know, this book is being made with the intention of giving all profit to charity and I decided that, what with the recent crisis in Japan, we should send all of the proceeds of this to the Red Cross who is actively attempting to give them relief. The book will be available on e-books at the cost of about 3 dollars. So should you want to help the cause, please buy it when it becomes available.

**I'll provide a link in this thread when that time comes. In the meantime, if you can't purchase the book then please, please write more poetry. You can submit as many times as you want. Also, get the word out and tell as many people as you can about this project. Get poetry from other people and bring it here (don't plagiarize because that would only hurt us), start a thread like this on other sites, etc. Basically, whore out the cause and get us some poetry.

Even if you don't think you're good, submit anyway. We'll provide writing and editing help for you if you so desire. And if nothing else, then read the poetry here and offer input and comments. That would also be an important part to play. If you're good at art then make us some promotional banners or if you're not good at art, place our current promotional banner in your signature.

Thank you.~**

[Kitsune Inferno]

I'd love to enter this! I got published in a poetry book back in grade school.

I've got stuff I need to submit, though… :ermm: I don't write much poetry.

[Jazzy Jinx]

Oh, that's interesting! What's the book called?

There was a time where I was going through a stage of writing nothing but poetry but I've trashed a great deal of my work so I'll be submitting mostly fresh material as well (and I also encourage others to submit fresh). As of right now, there is no deadline but once there's enough people on board then expect one to be announced.

[Kitsune Inferno]

I can't remember. I just remember it was a nation-wide published book. I used to have a copy of it, but I haven't seen it in ages.

[trappedolphin]

Sounds interesting, but I'm impossible at poetry. I'm looking forward to seeing the submissions though! (But if you're planning to publish it, isn't it a little counter-intuitive to put the content here on the Internet?)

[Jazzy Jinx]

@trappedolphin:

Sounds interesting, but I'm impossible at poetry. I'm looking forward to seeing the submissions though!

You should try your hand at it, anyway! It's not like any of us here are expert writers or anything (no offense, guys).~

(But if you're planning to publish it, isn't it a little counter-intuitive to put the content here on the Internet?)

This is a common misconception. There was a time where I got chewed out by a ton of writers that told me it's a good thing to post your work online. In all honesty, I forgot the bulk of their reasons but I do agree with them as people usually buy the things they enjoy reading and it gives it much needed exposure. A small book like this isn't bound to have heavy advertising.

Also, since this is a collaboration project, it is non-profit for me. Any royalties I receive I'll instead donate to charity.

[trappedolphin]

@Uncle:

You should try your hand at it, anyway! It's not like any of us here are expert writers or anything (no offense, guys).~

Mmm. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to my writing, though. I never want to do something I can't be proud of (personal conviction, no offense to anyone), and I don't have the heart or passion to work on a poem like that.

I do agree with them as people usually buy the things they enjoy reading and it gives it much needed exposure.

Very good point there. I used to read online fiction (until the sphere filled up with stories about hot hormonal teenagers having sweaty animalistic sex like the world would end if they didn't), and I got really annoyed when writers I really liked took off their stories to try to get them published. Nothing wrong with trying to get published, of course, but I'm a selfish person who just wants to reeeeead.

Also, since this is a collaboration project, it is non-profit for me. Any royalties I receive I'll instead donate to charity. Speaking of, the authors that submit their work here can choose which charities they'd like to see have donations made to.

Oh, that's a very nice idea!

[Jazzy Jinx]

Oh, nah… I understand. Passion always takes the form that it wants to take. That's why I've gone through poetry stages, novel stages, etc. It isn't me choosing those mediums, it's my passion that takes those forms.

Anyone want some popcorn?

[Gizmo]

Today I was in a mood to finally start outlining a few of my stories that have been in my head for awhile. I think my creativity spilled over because there was an open mic night at my school and I started thinking of my performances and it resulted in me writing poems (well it went from lyrics to a rap to multiple poems). I'm pretty proud how this turned out, and I thought this would be a nice place to get feedback/show my work. If it's too amateur, I won't be offended if told so.

My college dream girl

The first class we had together I found
That there was chemistry all around
Math was next and when I was through
I knew the common factors of me and U
A few years pass you talk about moving in together
I reply the economic cost shows there is nothing better
I finally asked if she will marry me
And like our final class, the rest is history

If you think this is good enough, I'd like this to be written by peacewar2. It's really cool that you're doing this for non-profit.

replaced the joke with a happy ending

[trappedolphin]

That's so adorable. I hope that's a good thing to you.

[Gizmo]

@trappedolphin:

That's so adorable. I hope that's a good thing to you.

Thanks! That means a lot. It started out cute, but I felt like I needed a punchline if I was going to say this in front of an audience.

And after typing jojo the indian circus monkey on google, I decided that might not be the best name for an author. It was an inside joke, but I didn't realize what JoJo the Circus boy meant. peacewar2 would be a better author name. Maybe. Iono yet.

[piratemarimo]

Oh wow this sounds like a fantastic idea! I'm a tad embarrassed but here's something I wrote…

Love Sick

! They say your heart got stolen by a demon.
They say the world spins too fast.
Hold your breath, the end is nigh.
The day when I meet your eye.
! Help me doctor, what's with me?
My sick heart just won't last.
Prescribe me pills to bring me down
'Cuz just the other day, I met an angel with a golden crown.
! Why do I feel myself slipping away?
If you're a lighthouse then I'm a ship.
Wandering around like a sailor lost at sea.
Quick, send your light out to me!
! Point me to a harbor in your arms.
Let me know it'll be alright.
Please, please show me a smile.
Hope you'd let me stay awhile.
! Tell me what is this disease?
Afflicting all my senses like nothing before.
You make me do the craziest things.
I feel so light-headed, it gives me wings.
! It's never been so clear.
You are the treasure I have found.
Won't you send me a sign?
All the stars and planets must be aligned.
! I took my heart and locked it away,
but the sparkle in your eyes must have been the key.
I'm so affected by your voice.
Let's get together and make some noise.
! Oh baby, let's sing it loud.
The tears I shed and the hope you bring.
If I'm a flower, then you're the gardener of my soul.
Let's pull out the weeds and make me whole.
! Run, let's run to the shore!
Take my hand so you don't fall down.
Gotta let me know what you need.
Anything for you cuz I wanna set you free.
! Let's set off to a magical place.
Years from now we'll get old.
But the memories of you won't fade.
With you by my side, I'm no longer afraid.
! There's no telling what we'd find.
Stumbling into you was the best thing of my life.
The world can't quell my yearning.
Oh love, let's get the wheel of fortune turning.

As for the name, just "Marimo" is fine. and if this takes off, the Yellow Ribbon Fund seems like a good charity.

edit: Wait make that "Marimo-chan" (just so people realize I'm not a boy. :P)

[Sai-chan]

I've a few~

! Cycle
! Many times in a single day
Lives are being taken away
Onto Heaven, they fly
Far from th Earth they knew
These souls are to meet the golden gates
Where they will have eternal life
However, even if people are gone
From the people who loved them so
Every day, many lives are brought
into the world
Little baby boys and girls
See the light of life
And will live it on Earth
Until it is their time to see the clouds
And when they are gone
More will be born
As the cycle continues to grow
! Time
! In mere seconds
Dreams can be made
And in only minutes
Lives can waste away
In only hours
Children are born
And in a few days
Things we once knew
Turn upside down
In a couple weeks time
We hold celebrations all around
Celebrating all we can
But it takes a few years
For hearts can mend
Turning a once cold heart
Warm again
! Angels
! She cries herself to sleep
In a withered voice
She hears them talk
About her retched noice
They don't care what they had done
And now a young child
Is dying inside
It's only after she gains the courage
To run away from her hell
That she meets a friend
One who won't leave her in times of need
And one who won't hide awat when she breaks donw
No, this friend is a special friend
One of the Heart
Two souls mended by their scars
They live thier live together
And never once left the other's side
And when one died a little inside
So died the other
So close they became
That even in death they lie in the same tomb
Their souls singing in harmony
Telling the story of the two broken Angels
! Ignorance is Bliss
! During the passage of life
Father time watches.
He laughs at us,
Who want to control time
So we don’t make any mistakes.
He wonders why such a thing
Makes us beg for this power
‘Making mistakes helps you grow,’
Is what he always says.
‘And carrying a burden of controlling time
Is not something I would wish even on an enemy,’
Is what he whispers to himself.
He laughs at us
Who want to control time
Knowing we’re being foolish,
Knowing that is not a thing anyone would want.
We may not know it
But he suffers much of each day
(although he lives in a place free of time).
He watches good people die,
He watches sad children cry,
He watches these things,
But it is against a sacred law
To try and help them.
He’s seen everything since the beginning
And even if he could be allowed to wish it
To not be given this responsibility,
He wouldn’t do it.
To have this power given to someone else
Would be a sin too great to even think.
Even as his heart bleeds,
Even as he wishes for friends,
Even as he watches sad things happen,
He continues to laughs at us
Who want to control time
While not knowing what great a cost it would be

You can choose which one you think is the best~ And you could put me down as Sai-chan.

edit: Oh wow, Mari! I love your poem! You shouldn't be embarrased, its great! Much better than any of mine. You're a great Poet!

[Sakonosolo]

I'll probably submit one or two. Just gotta think of something first.

[ChesCa]

Okay, so it's possible that you guys don't give a shit, but…sorry.
I dissed poetry in the 70s Thread in my fight with ol' Zeppie, when in truth I think it's pretty harmless, and a guy who loves prose such as myself shouldn't be beating on its parent/sibling/cousin (take your pick).
Continue.

[Muah]

I know why the caged bird sings.
Cause he hates his oppressors.
Not even freedom is more sweet than the screams of those who dare defy his undeniable beauty.
His beauty that defys law and shatters common ground.
The depths of his thought only visible to those who have cast the shells of normality and revert their thought to something also so pure.

I am, I want, No, I shall.
Are we not all slaves, to be forced to be with one another and sacrifice so that we must suffer.
I know why the cage bird sings.
Cause he is crowded.
-muah

[trappedolphin]

@piratemarimo:

Oh wow this sounds like a fantastic idea! I'm a tad embarrassed but here's something I wrote…

Love Sick

! They say your heart got stolen by a demon.
They say the world spins too fast.
Hold your breath, the end is nigh.
The day when I meet your eye.
! Help me doctor, what's with me?
My sick heart just won't last.
Prescribe me pills to bring me down
'Cuz just the other day, I met an angel with a golden crown.
! Why do I feel myself slipping away?
If you're a lighthouse then I'm a ship.
Wandering around like a sailor lost at sea.
Quick, send your light out to me!
! Point me to a harbor in your arms.
Let me know it'll be alright.
Please, please show me a smile.
Hope you'd let me stay awhile.
! Tell me what is this disease?
Afflicting all my senses like nothing before.
You make me do the craziest things.
I feel so light-headed, it gives me wings.
! It's never been so clear.
You are the treasure I have found.
Won't you send me a sign?
All the stars and planets must be aligned.
! I took my heart and locked it away,
but the sparkle in your eyes must have been the key.
I'm so affected by your voice.
Let's get together and make some noise.
! Oh baby, let's sing it loud.
The tears I shed and the hope you bring.
If I'm a flower, then you're the gardener of my soul.
Let's pull out the weeds and make me whole.
! Run, let's run to the shore!
Take my hand so you don't fall down.
Gotta let me know what you need.
Anything for you cuz I wanna set you free.
! Let's set off to a magical place.
Years from now we'll get old.
But the memories of you won't fade.
With you by my side, I'm no longer afraid.
! There's no telling what we'd find.
Stumbling into you was the best thing of my life.
The world can't quell my yearning.
Oh love, let's get the wheel of fortune turning.

LOOK AT ALL THE TALENT OOZING OUT FROM YOUR ATOMS.

[Jazzy Jinx]

Heh… I don't place any limitations on submissions so I won't turn you away if it isn't "good" so long as you're not submitting something inappropriate. And you can submit as much as you'd like (just a reminder). Also, I don't interfere with other authors' works because it's not my place to affect the words that author uses. I am not an editor and I won't check over your work. At most, I will correct grammar and spelling but that's it.

If we get to a point where we have too many submissions then I'll still take each person's best work according to their opinion, not my own. I'm attempting to capture the true essence of people's words so that's why I won't be editing unless you ask me to.

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[dinty]

@Kitsune:

I can't remember. I just remember it was a nation-wide published book. I used to have a copy of it, but I haven't seen it in ages.

Ah-haaaa! Same here, Kitsune –
And same here (no idea where my copy of the book went).

Kenny -- do you want them to rhyme or not?
Do you want them funny or not?

Just wondering about the parameters.

[Jazzy Jinx]

Doesn't have to rhyme and doesn't have to be funny.

The only parameter is that it needs to be appropriate (PG-13 at most).

[dinty]

Want it to be OP themed? I think I have an old OP themed one floating around somewhere. It was about Luffy.

[Jazzy Jinx]

I'd say… keep it more general. Not that I'd turn any OP themed poetry away or anything but I'm pretty sure not everyone that buys the book are going to understand what you're alluding to.

[eerie]

Didn't realize it would be hard to find something pg-13 of mine.. well, here's a few.

The one that's not in in the spoiler tags would be my preferred one (might be too long, and the format is kind of important so I wouldn't want that lost even though pasting it in here screwed most of it up), but I'm comfortable with all of them so any one you like Uncle, I'm fine with.

–----------
will o' wisps awaken

Do you..

do you recall when you were eight?
I barely knew you but.. but we made our way ashore with anchors bolted through our ankles
Kind of like a fleeting image hemorrhaging;shifting
I remember it like that
Do you?

The eager limbs lifting the shade and pillaged through the glass and haze..
and our young forms rose like organic gaia spirits
softened against the rays

and I braved the steps to your front door which
was already slightly cracked
and I stalked past the statue parallel with the couch
"I think he's still asleep" I whispered with a laugh
as I climbed into the ribbons of your arms

infinite speech slurred with the bevy of verbs
born into this world with a keen learning curve

and we decided
like we always did
to weave our way through the woods to our escape

"I like it when you say my name"
you mentioned with a smile melting what little pride I finally had mustered
into a pool around my feet

..and you stepped around it and kissed me
knitting your knives to my grasp as I followed
and then we ran
faster; and
faster
and faster!
we were wisps of smoke tearing between the trees
bellowing templar ballads torn into time
as your starched complexion blurred into tracers
and I caught you cackling,
"I want this forever"

luminous illusions the will o' wisps awaken
you referred to them as fairies and you wanted to be one
folklore luxuries laminated to last pressed through the folds of your clothes worn like curtains
to your callousing core
cherry blossom empire poured from your eyelids and I sharpened your curves
exhuming arcanums across these umbilical threads laced into existence to support 'till the end
as we mourned with butterfly mouthfuls
lacquered with tenacious hope

I wanted to go to space
and you told me that was wonderful
but I'd be much more handsome slaying dragons
and I said that I would

..remember..?

maybe I was already losing it
and my goblet overflowed
the next day you left to the town on my map that is stabbed with a tack (marking places I should go)
which I no longer have
and I carried on remembering
how your playground monikers carried between the corridors like men in war
and
how you smelled of summer
and your father's favorite gin

and how my hand fit so well in the small of your back

I'd like if you would also

---

playground politics

! swallowed all sense of serendipity
your burgeoning limbs leek across the landscapes in cross fire fashion
trailing close your respective damsels they scuttle over pyramid
displacements on moon shaped limbs
crystal ball brilliance bless the structure of eyes in a ballroom
courtship dance of peasantry ties
in this flight from playground politics an obscene growth grows
animosity towards its own celebrity
as Hindu inspired appendages race to cover your countenance
a phantom of fear falls in its place
this waver in pace draws the smoke from your lips
an empire of flesh arrests her joints in suspense
as her male mosaic manifests as blood in her mouth
the snowstorm of postcards poise in their positions
serving as bookmarks and kindling
to rearrange her in damaged dividends
you just wanted to roam with the freedom of a prince in his fathers kingdom
with an ignorance of boundaries
every room becomes a stage
where your
clipping the rays from the suns edges
to dress your self in the wardrobe of the day
! there may come a time when her ghost becomes golden
where the slaughter of the lamb releases you from your lamp
and the shrines you constructed dissipate like a fog
when the wind cometh

–------------
where I once stood

! Ivory tusks thrust into gaseous skies pried open and divided but united and seen as one
to the warriors that fight with their eyelids soddered shut at a moments peace we were so strong
but as moments do it passed along
tie this wreath around my head and hum to me your ballads blue lull me fast into a slumber suitable for lovers true
the sword that sank into my chest now holds me fast against my fall
you sold me out to myself now I have no one to blame at all
! swollen splintered shards in the place where I once stood
collapsing house of cards in the place where I once stood
muttered out mouthfuls of vows when I wasn't sure I could
I can't recall exactly the place where I once stood
! strip the bouquets from your hands check the dates on the receipts
confirmations make through keyholes left uncovered in the heat
you tipped your glass up to the world as the blur obscured the truth
at the least you're certain now that it revolves around you
! candles drip down their respective sticks in places you once stood
dinner is served cold again in places you once stood
a letter addressed and never sent but you never said you would
I believe its you that now stands in the place where I once stood

[trappedolphin]

eerie, your poems are beautiful.

[eerie]

thanks hun means a lot.

[trappedolphin]

You're welcome. They really, really are. They're the most haunting words I've read in a long time.

[Jazzy Jinx]

Nice to see that eerie is setting the bar high. ^^

[Kitsune Inferno]

There has always been a place
That place I have to go
Wherever this road takes me I guess
I don't really know

Through fields of sunshine
And seas of dread
Only the beaten path knows
What lies ahead

But I'll keep on going
And see what waits on the other side
Another range of mountains?
Or the sea's ebbing tide?

Maybe when I get there
I'll find something waiting
Something I can't imagine
Now why am I even debating

I'll cross every mountain
And sail every sea
I'll lasso even the stars themselves
To find what's important to me

I don't know where I'm going
But I know where I've been
All I have to do is look back
And see my footprints in the sand

[eerie]

in abstract urban jungle settings is where my ideal damsel dwells
waving off crack pipe tumor lips "you can't be serious" lazy red braided bamboo locks
cropped to her waistline dressed in resewed and tapered crime and a watch that's never told time
blistering eyes shine and harpoon passersby tacked beneath perfectly shaped skylines she has
daggers in her dress blood about her boots and ice cube cuticles that'll crush you (and your cormorant teeth, too)
with each calendar square peppered with paradise plastered to the bare backs of suburban wildlife
soothing removal of seductively postured scabs lining the length of sidewalks with things said when passed
have you embraced your environment evenly lackluster legs fail to fester

is this pg-13? cuz I really want to submit this one ><

[trappedolphin]

I need to stop coming here. The talent is overwhelming me.

[Jazzy Jinx]

@eerie:

in abstract urban jungle settings is where my ideal damsel dwells
waving off crack pipe tumor lips "you can't be serious" lazy red braided bamboo locks
cropped to her waistline dressed in resewed and tapered crime and a watch that's never told time
blistering eyes shine and harpoon passersby tacked beneath perfectly shaped skylines she has
daggers in her dress blood about her boots and ice cube cuticles that'll crush you (and your cormorant teeth, too)
with each calendar square peppered with paradise plastered to the bare backs of suburban wildlife
soothing removal of seductively postured scabs lining the length of sidewalks with things said when passed
have you embraced your environment evenly lackluster legs fail to fester

is this pg-13? cuz I really want to submit this one ><

Depends on if my interpretation is right or not. If you don't mind me asking, what's it about?

[eerie]

just an ideal girl.

[Jazzy Jinx]

Because she sounds like a hooker…

[eerie]

psh she's just a badass. might be taking it to literally.

don't worry about that one then.

[Kitsune Inferno]

A Proposal

You know I'm not a poet, I'm the worst writer in the world
I can't even keep secrets, how many times have I told on thee?
Truth is, there's probably a million better guys in the city we live in
We're not all that compatible, you see, I'm not the right man
You're gonna have to dig deeper, if you want to be happiest

I only want you to feel special, so find someone better for thee
You seem to be concerned, but don't worry about me
Go find someone who needs you, you have memories to make
But before you heed my advice, I have a proposal for you
Read the last word of every line, bottom to top, if you would

–-

I dunno if this counts as a poem, but I liked it, if it's not horridly cheesy.

[trappedolphin]

Crap. Kitsune.

[Jazzy Jinx]

@eerie:

psh she's just a badass. might be taking it to literally.

don't worry about that one then.

Oh nah, I'll take it. I was going to explain that the poem didn't offend me and I'm pretty sure everyone here would agree that it's inoffensive. What I define as inappropriate is just a blantant disregard for the act of writing poetry itself and trying to be "cute" by making it a poem about dicks or something.

Otherwise, it's too good a poem to just leave on the sidelines. :ninja:

Edit: Oh, and as for the PG-13 rule: Just don't take things to extremes. An entire poem about sexing up your lover or slaughtering isn't going to make the cut. I've seen really good poetry with these as the themes but I just can't accept them.

[IrishLuigi]

The military clock displays
2259.
The bathroom door stands,
Seemingly waiting to be opened.
The man advances
Quickly
Towards the door
And opens it,
Carefully,
Delicately.
Scanning the premises inside,
The man,
To his delight,
Sees his package
Waiting
To be unwrapped,
Undressed,
On the toilet seat.
Breathing heavily,
The man moves in
Noticing that the package
Was not too chunky,
Not too small,
But perfect
With slender curves.
Unwrapping the package,
Panting
And with a smile,
The man quickly
Took his hand inside his pocket
And took out his breather.
After finishing using it,
He saw to
Finish stripping his package,
And with it exposed
He discovers,
Set at 2300,
A bomb.

[Jazzy Jinx]

Hmm…

Mind fixing the format?

[Wagomu]

A Reflection by Gecko Moria

[hide]Right about now the Enigma court is in full effect.
Judge Sengoku presiding in the case of the Engimas versus the marines.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Moria, Hogback and Eazy muthafuckin Perona.
Order order order. Moria take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck tha marines
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so marines think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Doflamingo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha marines outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Moria will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the Shichibukai, punk marines are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of marines, dyin in MF
Yo Sengoku, I got somethin to say

Fuck the marines
Fuck the marines
Fuck the marines[/hide]

[IrishLuigi]

Colour me interested. I made a poetry thread ages ago, but it died abruptly…

I will post my own poetry when I get on the school computer.

[Jazzy Jinx]

@Wagomu: PG-13.

@IrishLuigi: Looking forward to it.~

[Wagomu]

Obviously, you need to listen to more hip-hop…

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[S7evin]

Indeed ….

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[Bucephalus]

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[gottalt3OP]

May I do a little poem… Its my first time in english so it will prolly suck, also it has little to no rhyme, I will just try to make it sound right...:

LOVE:

! Love is a word
No one understands
Some think its all about passion
Other think its about the time a relationship stands.
What love really is
No on can tell
Its fire that burns
Without being seen
Its a relationship built on trust.
Its to forgive everything,
even tough it hurts our heart.
Its not to mind a little fart.
Its to accept the defects,
And like the qualities.
Its to enjoy a boring movie,
As long as she is your company.
! And if you still do not understand what love really is:
Love is love and the rest is poetry!!

Also I want to remain Anonimous.

[Jazzy Jinx]

Heh, I read that in a child's voice. It's cute.~

And sure, I'll keep you as anonymous when the time comes to archive these poems.