I woke up in one of those hangover mornings,
felt an odd absence
looked down
My Penis was gone

(so that''s what she meant when she said she''d get even)

This is a sick thread. Of course, in its own way, it''s still pretty cool...

I think I''ll add my own piece of work.
*clears throat*

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DARKMAGE

The sky darkens
an insidious chill goes through the air.
The streams and rivers dry up,
the animals flee into hiding.

The birds flock from the sky
to the ground,
seeking rescue from an almost
fatal presence.

The trees sway,
and then fall silent.
All the elements seem dead,
as if heralding doom for mortals.

Suddenly fire burns through forests,
the earth shakes,
the wind blows to the point that
trees are uprooted.

The streams and lakes flood,
the earth cracks open violently,
fire burns through mortal dwellings,
and the animals scurry.

Darkmage has come.
---

- DarkMage139

hmm, well.....that''s all very nice then...

"Born of a Broken Man, but not a broken man."

Okay...I''m only a decent poet...but I wanna add SOMETHING here! So...here''s a little story I wrote some time ago (trying to remember all of it now...)

I open my eyes, and see that I am standing in a room. I am facing a green wall, with two, tall windows in it. Outside of the windows, I see nothing but blue sky, and a couple clouds randomly floating. And, between the windows, sitting on the dark wooden floor, there is a small, old television, with knobs and all. I turn around, and realize the entire room is green, with the exception of the floor, and a dark, black door on the wall opposite the windows. I go to open the door, when I suddenly hear a strange, chilling sound behind me. It sounds like bad radio reception mixed with a live cat in a microwave. I turn and notice that the television is on, showing nothing but static. I bend down and, as I touch the knob, a wave of electricity passes through me. I open my eyes, and see that I am standing in a room. I am facing a green wall, with two, short windows in it...

P h a n t a s m
"Through dreams I control mankind."
--Legend

COOL!

This is the best thread I've ever seen on gamedev.net.


Edited by - CarlFGauss on 4/25/00 9:58:15 PM

Just sit right back and you''ll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip,
that started in this tropic port
aboard this tiny ship.

The mate was a mighty sailin'' man,
the skipper brave and sure,
five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour.

A three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,
the tiny ship was tossed,
if not for the courage of the fearless crew
the Minnow would be lost.

The Minnow would be lost.

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted dessert isle, with Gilligan,
the Skipper too,
the Millionaire,
and his wife.
The Movie Star,
the proffesor and Mary Anne,
here on Gilligans isle.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter -- bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
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Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
Though I strive to use the one,
It will make no melody at my will,
But is dead in my mouth.
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I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, "Comrade! Brother!"
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"And the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
generation of them that hate me."

Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture;
Wicked image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
It will be a brave thing.
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There were many who went in huddled procession,
They knew not whither;
But, at any rate, success or calamity
Would attend all in equality.

There was one who sought a new road.
He went into direful thickets,
And ultimately he died thus, alone;
But they said he had courage.
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I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -- "

"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.
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"Think as I think," said a man,
"Or you are abominably wicked;
You are a toad."

And after I had thought of it,
I said, "I will, then, be a toad."
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You say you are holy,
And that
Because I have not seen you sin.
Aye, but there are those
Who see you sin, my friend.
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A man feared that he might find an assassin;
Another that he might find a victim.
One was more wise than the other.
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Once, I knew a fine song,
-- It is true, believe me --
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, "Come back, little thoughts!"
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.
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If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?
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A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
"God! God!"
He went through valleys
Of black death-slime,
Ever calling,
"God! God!"
Their echoes
From crevice and cavern
Mocked him:
"God! God! God!"
Fleetly into the plains of space
He went, ever calling,
"God! God!"
Eventually, then, he screamed,
Mad in denial,
"Ah, there is no God!"
A swift hand,
A sword from the sky,
Smote him,
And he was dead.
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A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."


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"Tell brave deeds of war."
Then they recounted tales, -- "There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory."

Ah, I think there were braver deeds.

As the stars appear
I know I''ll find you staring at the sky.
Pointlessly reaching for some light
You hope to guide your sorry way.

Your body bleeding.
Your body burned.
Your body scarred.
Around the cinder of your heart

A God of love.
A God of care.
A God of hope.
A God of words.
A God as lost as you and blind
to fill your hollow soul again.
You seek a God to stand above you,
wrapping healing arms around you.
You''ll find another God of pain,
a God of suffering and tears.
Give yourself unto your God.
Sacrifice yourself again.
Burn your thoughts erase your will
to Gods of suffering and tears.
Tie hallowed bonds around your hands.
Kneel before this seat of shame
to Gods as lost,
Gods as blind,
Gods of suffering and pain.