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Poetry with ORE - Xeomorpher - 03-06-2014 [21:05:17] Gai: 1 [21:05:18] Gai: 2 [21:05:21] Gai: buckle my shoe [21:05:29] Francis Wharf: 3 [21:05:29] Francis Wharf: 4 [21:05:31] Francis Wharf: get the gun [21:06:57] Gai: 5 [21:06:58] Gai: 6 [21:07:05] Gai: holy shit!? [21:07:11] Francis Wharf: 7 [21:07:11] Francis Wharf: 8 [21:07:15] Francis Wharf: get the spade. [21:10:05] paul longtine: 9 [21:10:06] paul longtine: A [21:10:11] paul longtine: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RE: Poetry with ORE - Xray_Doc - 03-07-2014 Roses are red Violets are blue Get off Minecraft Go do your homework RE: Poetry with ORE - praskazoo - 03-07-2014 Morbid one here: violets are blue your blood is red your window was open I'm under your bed RE: Poetry with ORE - AFtExploision - 03-07-2014 Aft is here Aft is watching You do not see Aft Aft is always there Aft sees everything you do Yes, including the thing you think. RE: Poetry with ORE - EDevil - 03-07-2014 Every world is a dream. And to make that dream happening, there's only one thing you need to do. LIVE. Live to the fullest. RE: Poetry with ORE - Legofreak - 03-09-2014 I sat by a tree. A bird landed on a branch. Time to change my shirt. RE: Poetry with ORE - Iceglade - 03-09-2014 You made a funny. But xeo is still better. Ugh, why do I try RE: Poetry with ORE - Guy1234567890 - 03-09-2014 I woke in a dream To familiar sounds, The ticking of a clock The hands spin round. I found an old toy Covered in dust, The clock kept on ticking Croaking in rust. The sound of future Ticked into past, For whom did the flag fly Raised at half mast? My world blurred slightly Colors faded, I clutched my old keepsake But it has jaded. This poem has no meaning I'm just quite bored My mother calls "dinner!" I rush in accord RE: Poetry with ORE - Iceglade - 03-10-2014 Today I sit upon the rock, I gaze upon the life I used to live. The world spins around me Nothing is left. In the dark cold night he rushes in, and I love him and I hate him. I see him and he says to me, "It's time to go, don't worry child". And then I know it's finally over. I move toward the specter, in a trance He takes me by the hand I'm never to return. My body rots, my soul it fades And in peace I live at last. ...i cri evrytim Have I made you all cri? HAVE I? EDIT: Holy crap, that actually sounded both good and serious XD I just typed the first line and went from there... RE: Poetry with ORE - seankingman - 03-10-2014 Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Pure poetry... RE: Poetry with ORE - Thor23 - 03-10-2014 Redstone themed haiku anyone? :3 Torches blink quickly A Hissing sound fills the air What did I do now? A piston extends A block now cuts the redstone The output is off Components are made A large machine is then built Now what does it do? Many buttons are pressed Pixels dance across the screen These low res screens suck Torches change their state Pistons extend and retract The machine beckons A redstone block moves Dust turns on and torches off Why won't this thing work? RE: Poetry with ORE - Iceglade - 03-10-2014 My poetry is still the flowingest. RE: Poetry with ORE - Chibill - 03-12-2014 My pics are the best there 1080 pi blow away the rest man this is a pixel fest. The clock strikes wrong its 4:70 but its not a gong the red wire blinks just like fire the piston extends like trees don't bends RE: Poetry with ORE - Iceglade - 03-12-2014 Fine, I said, I'll do it now. Under the bridge does it really matter? Can I do this? Kestrels fly overhead. Time passes. Hail, the mighty king. I am not ready for this. Sayonara. |