landry38
05-04-2004, 11:40 AM
Well, here's the candidates!
landry38's Prisoner of Life
The rain, never ending
The streets, dark and dismal.
This is life.
Loss of a great friend
Betrayed by my luck
And more driving me further to the ground.
Is this my grand plan?
To be toyed with, used, abused?
By life?
A street light, giving its last glow
Expires. All the warmth and light, gone.
How symbolic.
My happiness, dead long ago.
Left, a cold interior.
An interior that creeps slowly outward.
Life knows no favorites.
Only prisoners.
No cure, no escape.
From all the abuse
What attracts us to it?
Why do we mourn the dead? They’re free.
Why do people strive?
Strive to stay alive?
Strive to stay attached?
Attached to what keeps us in this dungeon?
Like a magnet
Nearly inseparable from us.
Like one can’t exist without the other.
What is life?
And why am I attracted?
To such a brutal dictator?
I need it.
It needs me.
Nyerguds's Who Will Make
Who will
make ride?
Ride the waves and ride the tide
Who will
make see?
Gaze into infinity
Who will
make find?
Hidden names inside my mind
Who will
make hear?
Sounds that drive away the fear
Who will
make fly?
One-winged angel in the sky
Who will
make laugh?
Who will
make love?
Phyre's Drunken Mistakes
Where once was joy,
Now sorrow remains,
While walking down,
These memory lanes,
Where once was love,
Still love does stay,
But pity too,
You've gone away,
Where once was life,
Now death runs free,
Why didn't you think,
Call out for me?
Where once was a smile,
Those lips aren't alive,
Why did you choose,
To drink and drive?
Toxic10x's Sonnet
A half formed image on sleeper’s mind
A place and time of great esteem
It bears more weight than sight of eye
A drifting image from a dream
Your heart it holds, your mind it snares
This place that you so wish to go
But how to tell those unaware?
By what means could they be shown?
Alas for lack of answers found!
How to convey an image unto someone else
When to this life you are bound
And you cannot grasp the dream yourself!
So let us not while we’re awake
The meaning of our dreams forsake!
VO's Warcraft 3: The Poem
May McAndra rot, that horrible scot,
May he lose all his games than he plays for his clan
He spends all his days watching warcraft replays
So we all stole his haggis and ran
.
While sneaky AIES, in nublet disguise
Is rumoured to be worst of the bunch –
Says that normal is lame, but owns custom games
No doubt that he’d eat me for lunch.
Tixie Trix Tox, one said to have ‘pox
Is nice enough off of Battle-net
There is not a whim that I’ve not lost to him :
‘tis just that I ain’t played him yet.
The gibbon called Tag, the lame masser scag,
“Don’t hurt me ‘cos I can’t hurt you”
The lover of elves, (fictitious themselves)
Massed frostwyrms when no-one else knew.
And slimy SirSnake, with an archer or eight,
Attacked me when using the phone.
Scant blessing that he, with just Warcraft Three,
Can’t beat me at The Frozen Throne.
It’s just Tee-two-kay, when we get to play
(his name has some numbers – it’s leet)
It’s not time to pray – he won’t blow me away –
At last there is one I can beat!*
landry38's Prisoner of Life
The rain, never ending
The streets, dark and dismal.
This is life.
Loss of a great friend
Betrayed by my luck
And more driving me further to the ground.
Is this my grand plan?
To be toyed with, used, abused?
By life?
A street light, giving its last glow
Expires. All the warmth and light, gone.
How symbolic.
My happiness, dead long ago.
Left, a cold interior.
An interior that creeps slowly outward.
Life knows no favorites.
Only prisoners.
No cure, no escape.
From all the abuse
What attracts us to it?
Why do we mourn the dead? They’re free.
Why do people strive?
Strive to stay alive?
Strive to stay attached?
Attached to what keeps us in this dungeon?
Like a magnet
Nearly inseparable from us.
Like one can’t exist without the other.
What is life?
And why am I attracted?
To such a brutal dictator?
I need it.
It needs me.
Nyerguds's Who Will Make
Who will
make ride?
Ride the waves and ride the tide
Who will
make see?
Gaze into infinity
Who will
make find?
Hidden names inside my mind
Who will
make hear?
Sounds that drive away the fear
Who will
make fly?
One-winged angel in the sky
Who will
make laugh?
Who will
make love?
Phyre's Drunken Mistakes
Where once was joy,
Now sorrow remains,
While walking down,
These memory lanes,
Where once was love,
Still love does stay,
But pity too,
You've gone away,
Where once was life,
Now death runs free,
Why didn't you think,
Call out for me?
Where once was a smile,
Those lips aren't alive,
Why did you choose,
To drink and drive?
Toxic10x's Sonnet
A half formed image on sleeper’s mind
A place and time of great esteem
It bears more weight than sight of eye
A drifting image from a dream
Your heart it holds, your mind it snares
This place that you so wish to go
But how to tell those unaware?
By what means could they be shown?
Alas for lack of answers found!
How to convey an image unto someone else
When to this life you are bound
And you cannot grasp the dream yourself!
So let us not while we’re awake
The meaning of our dreams forsake!
VO's Warcraft 3: The Poem
May McAndra rot, that horrible scot,
May he lose all his games than he plays for his clan
He spends all his days watching warcraft replays
So we all stole his haggis and ran
.
While sneaky AIES, in nublet disguise
Is rumoured to be worst of the bunch –
Says that normal is lame, but owns custom games
No doubt that he’d eat me for lunch.
Tixie Trix Tox, one said to have ‘pox
Is nice enough off of Battle-net
There is not a whim that I’ve not lost to him :
‘tis just that I ain’t played him yet.
The gibbon called Tag, the lame masser scag,
“Don’t hurt me ‘cos I can’t hurt you”
The lover of elves, (fictitious themselves)
Massed frostwyrms when no-one else knew.
And slimy SirSnake, with an archer or eight,
Attacked me when using the phone.
Scant blessing that he, with just Warcraft Three,
Can’t beat me at The Frozen Throne.
It’s just Tee-two-kay, when we get to play
(his name has some numbers – it’s leet)
It’s not time to pray – he won’t blow me away –
At last there is one I can beat!*