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text of the art of use on lines to create scramble (The Poetry Thread) - MaxieSatan - 05-02-2012 By request of Pharmacy: Unicorns are horses horned. Of stars and snowfall they are... borned... Their gallops strong, their gaze so... uh... wary, They are... rarely stationary? ( also actually good poems can go here too. ) RE: text of the art of use on lines to create scramble (The Poetry Thread) - Dragon Fogel - 05-03-2012 Once upon a time, There was a friendly slime. His artwork was sublime, but he soon felt past his prime. One day, he found a dime, and covered it in grime. He showed it to a mime, and the two of them fought crime. Then they heard a chime, and agreed to share a lime. This concludes my rhyme, I'm off to mountain-climb. RE: text of the art of use on lines to create scramble (The Poetry Thread) - Robust Laser - 05-04-2012 My obligation At least seventeen each week There's the first one down RE: text of the art of use on lines to create scramble (The Poetry Thread) - AgentBlue - 05-05-2012 Cursed foul noisome tendrils of night came sidling through the broken air an atmosphere so foul and fair there compared darkness was ever so bright They wove in cracks of space and time stymieing senses in sciences stained defying of brains of the logically trained Madness like snow, an unstable rime Shattered and splintered and mindless they shook in restraints, in belts, and padded-cell lives speaking the truths that all said were lies Not knowing that gods gave as much as they took Wild tangents of symphony, unceasing cacophony Speech as none knew since language's birth Understanding unwritten upon this one earth From the mouths of the mad, unspoken in company |