Creative Expressions

[Guest WAVE MACHINE]

thos is nice i like creative writing. heres something written by me...thos was just random writing: called it HUSSSHI am peckish for SILENCE. I hunger for PEACE. I thirst for just a drop of TRANQUILITY. Even just for 2 seconds... It would ever be so fulfilling.the world is too loud. do u get what i mean? its like everyone is talking at the same time. people asking at the same time. comments coming at me at the same time. demands. questions. words. demands. demands. demands.exams. job. family. friends. acquaintances. parties. even links lol. just stress stress and more stress. dont you just wish it would all just be still for a moment? just HUSSSSHHH. this i wrote a few years back: its called hate.. Hate for youHate for meHate for all that used to be usHate for my body because it turned you onHate for it too because i wonder,"Is that what made you move on?"Hate for my eyes because they still hold your imageHate for my mind because of all the memories it spillsEach a shot of the good times held so still,Almost feels like we still areHate for meHate for youHate for all that reminds me of youEvery whisper of your name which still makes me float..Hate for all the joys that i still dream ofHate for the look i get when i think of youHate for the way you still have me in checkHate for the way i would always have your backHate for youHate for meHate for the fact that if you came back,In your arms i would runBecause in my mind you are the one.

thts alright still.

[missBee]

thos is nice i like creative writing. heres something written by me...thos was just random writing: called it HUSSSHI am peckish for SILENCE. I hunger for PEACE. I thirst for just a drop of TRANQUILITY. Even just for 2 seconds... It would ever be so fulfilling.the world is too loud. do u get what i mean? its like everyone is talking at the same time. people asking at the same time. comments coming at me at the same time. demands. questions. words. demands. demands. demands.exams. job. family. friends. acquaintances. parties. even links lol. just stress stress and more stress. dont you just wish it would all just be still for a moment? just HUSSSSHHH. this i wrote a few years back: its called hate.. Hate for youHate for meHate for all that used to be usHate for my body because it turned you onHate for it too because i wonder,"Is that what made you move on?"Hate for my eyes because they still hold your imageHate for my mind because of all the memories it spillsEach a shot of the good times held so still,Almost feels like we still areHate for meHate for youHate for all that reminds me of youEvery whisper of your name which still makes me float..Hate for all the joys that i still dream ofHate for the look i get when i think of youHate for the way you still have me in checkHate for the way i would always have your backHate for youHate for meHate for the fact that if you came back,In your arms i would runBecause in my mind you are the one.

thts alright still.

thank you

[Guest Van Der Wavy]

were I to have a choice,between your life or mine,I'd pick you,without a second's thought,i say this, not from a place of envy, but i mean,i'd gladly die, for you to be able to fly,am i a fool?for investing so much of my soul's currency,in love. the world's most volatile industry.a risk i'm willing to take, nevertheless.a proud man, a condition?or better yet, life's ills have caused this to come into fruition.but, whilst my core remains dormant,you treated my ailment.pride is here no longer.this king longs for a princess.in his queen's image.but for now, in this time. presently?my queen and my princess remain faceless.so alas, i wait.i know you're there, yet i ask myself,is the feeling mutual?one day, hopefully,now? not yet,as i recite this ode to a woman i have never met.Christophe-Michel Kane III: Poetry In Motion

[missBee]

were I to have a choice,between your life or mine,I'd pick you,without a second's thought,i say this, not from a place of envy, but i mean,i'd gladly die, for you to be able to fly,am i a fool?for investing so much of my soul's currency,in love. the world's most volatile industry.a risk i'm willing to take, nevertheless.a proud man, a condition?or better yet, life's ills have caused this to come into fruition.but, whilst my core remains dormant,you treated my ailment.pride is here no longer.this king longs for a princess.in his queen's image.but for now, in this time. presently?my queen and my princess remain faceless.so alas, i wait.i know you're there, yet i ask myself,is the feeling mutual?one day, hopefully,now? not yet,as i recite this ode to a woman i have never met.Christophe-Michel Kane III: Poetry In Motion

wow thats good

[Guest Van Der Wavy]

Thank you.

[Ego]

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[mdaddy]

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[kurious]

bare lyricistsgwarnin

[SPEAK NO EVIL]

kurious i thought ur freestyle poem was better than the ones u posted tbhthis is frm my favourite book the prophet by khalil gibranYour pain is the breaking of the shell that enclosesyour understanding.Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that it'sheart may stand in the sun,so must you know pain.And could you keep your heart in wonder at thedaily miracles of your life,your pain would not seemless wonderous than your joy.And you would accept the seasons of your heart,even as you have always accepted the seasonsthat pass over your fields.And you would watch with serenitythrough the winters of your grief.Much of your pain is self-chosen.It is the bitter potion by which the physician withinyou heals your sick self.Therefore trust the physician,and drink his remedyin silence and tranquility.For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided bythe tender hand of the Unseen.And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips,has been fashioned of the claywhich the Potter has moistenedwith His own sacred tears.

[kurious]

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[Guest LOGers]

*goes to find some poetry*

[Guest Ivan Drago]

A poem for you kuriousYou bring out the tenderness in meKury, KuryWhen I see your colourful signatureI melt insideI think it's an illnessPlease cure me cure meOh Kury Kury

[kurious]

impressive world play well done! lolisit really a typo?

[Guest Ivan Drago]

if you mean word playThanks love.xx

[Soca Junkie]

the bushness is alot

[kurious]

i mean whatever u think i mean hun

[missBee]

A poem for you kuriousYou bring out the tenderness in meKury, KuryWhen I see your colourful signatureI melt insideI think it's an illnessPlease cure me cure meOh Kury Kury

lol nice 1

[mrbillion]

'WHAT DID HE SAYSOMEBODY TELL ME WAT DID HE SAYTHINKIN HE'S HARD, TALKING HIS TALKILL BE UP IN HIS FACE LIKE WHAT DID HE SAY'P-Money

[Trilliam]

'WHAT DID HE SAYSOMEBODY TELL ME WAT DID HE SAYTHINKIN HE'S HARD, TALKING HIS TALKILL BE UP IN HIS FACE LIKE WHAT DID HE SAY'P-Money

is this how the bar goes

[mrbillion]

'WHAT DID HE SAYSOMEBODY TELL ME WAT DID HE SAYTHINKIN HE'S HARD, TALKING HIS TALKILL BE UP IN HIS FACE LIKE WHAT DID HE SAY'P-Money

is this how the bar goes

oh yes ... he changes a few mina words here and there .. but that is the basis

[drifterman]

TOOK 2 YEARS TO JACK MY FLOWS UP TIGHTLY,WHEN U WAS ON ROAD I WAS AT HOME WRITING,WHEN U WAS AT SHOOBZ I WAS AT HOME WRITING,NOW YOU CAN SEE ME WHEN YOUR AT HOME WRITING.-Chronik aka Muslim Michael.

[Guest Ivan Drago]

i mean whatever u think i mean hun

[Angelo]

I KNOW JAH LOVE IT IS SUPERIORYOUR DEVIL COMPLEX INFERIORbars

[Guest Esquilax]

I'll make this up as i go along and see what happensVast, unknown planes of desolate isolationWelcome, friend, to hell's unpainted canvas.A thousand glass hearts shattered,scattered among burnt letters,shards protruding,a cavalcade of transparent anguish.Welcome, friend, the the Vase of the DamnedBeige, grey, take your pick.Your existence will forever be coloured with tedious valour.Individuality Sir? I'm sorry, not today.Why don't you try this, A Touch of Everyone.It's the biggest thing out.How rude of me, Sir,Welcome to Imaginations Final Resting Place.Why leave? You have everything you could ever want right here.Pain? Pain does not exist here, nor does happiness.See those glass hearts out there, Sir?You thought it was just aPretentious metaphor.No Sir, it's what happens when you let go.Keep it pent up Sir, take a seat. You're going to be herefor a while.I sat. The silence was agony.Beige and grey, that was my choice now.Shun the emotion, it will only shatter.I'm sorry how rude of me,Welcome to Me.

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