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karismaklysm
Ok, so you give me a nugget of inspiration, be it a word, a phrase, a topic, whatever... and i'll write a piece about it... or someone else can...i'm not really trying to limit creativity here, if something strikes you, write about it!

if you don't like it, i promise, you'll get a full refund.

i did this on my lj... and it worked pretty well-

example:
my friend karla was dating a guy RATHER younger than her... and she asked:

oooh oooh write me a poem for me and jason!! about how our age dont make a difference smile.gif

and i wrote:
2003-10-08 12:20 (link)
are you bound by your soul?
...neither am i...
you are limitless.
as am i...
we are an enhancing race,
not stuck in a life,
but opened, to create;
here to grow and find new joys
and a moment can change a lifetime
and a moment can be lost and meaningless...
what, then, is time?
who are we,
hampered by concepts of age,
creed,
race,
and all the smaller differences that are
infinitely and infinitesimally important,
to give chase to a world over which we have no control
but to control our own arguments...
we are not our years.
we are not a collection of time,
but of moments.
and of loves.


its just fun...
saucy_tara
Hmm, how about unrequited love? *sniff* sad.gif
Dedbutdrmng
having a "can't do novel editing and messing about with poems" night.

Well?

If I could, would you?
I mean,
You know.
If you weren't, and of course, if I was.
Then maybe.

Things may break,
A risk,
A fix.
Possibly.
Well?



RJ


*****SPOILER********
It's actually about being tempted to steal our neighbours cat but it does sort of fit, if you ignore the cat thing.
karismaklysm
QUOTE
Hmm, how about unrequited love? *sniff*


how bout it. the evil jerk that it is.

lets see.... *rubs hands together*

there are no sounds.
here.
it is where your heart breaks, and all is silent...
you dropped me off at the corner, here,
of Love and Indifference
about two hours ago.

i wonder.
will you remember my name tomorrow?
will you remember,
as i remember your lips accidentally brushing my ear with a secret...
or the day you smiled at me first after the laughter began...
or the moment when our lives collided with a glace across the room,
leaving me breathless and inspired for hours...
the day that we rode around town singing with reckless abandon to the stoplights and cornerstores, and i cherished your voice,
as i cherish that brief moment alone with you...

no.
you wont.
and my love will remain empty,
as will my arms...
but thanks, friend.
for the ride home.
karismaklysm
k, fine...
i'll leave a topic for someone else.

write about your version of reality.
ravein
Ill leave one for you to....

drunk sex

tongue.gif
karismaklysm
you are totally unfair. these folks dont need to know me like dat...
i WAS gonna post one of yours on the subject (without your permission) as revenge, but i didnt feel like sifting through that much lj... count yourself lucky, missy....

but, since no one else is playing, except a select and wonderful few,
i'll meet your challenge.

*clears throat*

i know what you want.

i know what you want.

that's why you won't get it.

cause the look
in your eyes
drip, drip, dripping
lustful sighs
causes me to pause...
and rethink my strategy.
if only i had some more stability,
i'd throw you on the hood of my car
right here, right now,
in the parking lot of this bar
so the city
would gather your screams
up the sides of skyscrapers
and sprinkle them down
on confused late night capers...
but these boots aint gonna hold me up that long
cause i drank and i drank
until they played my favorite song
so,
i'll just hand you my keys,
let you take me home,
and all in good time
my fingers will roam...
when there are pillows
to catch your head
then,
we'll rip the sheets off the bed.
ravein
my certainty shimmers like a glass looking tree
freezing white tiles press against me
hum of electric daylight drenches my reality
this barbaric form of simulated sunlight mentality
shaping and forming the delusion around me
the tin foil hat as seen on TV
sat upon my head, a modern Kuan Yin
It keeps them out so I can let you in
my veracity twisting and shaping contours and hue
your hand a safety net in which I fall through
the look of regret still scorched on your face
gazing through the hole I can see my reality retrace
you can't help me now
ravein
QUOTE (karismaklysm @ Jan 15 2004, 02:08 PM)
you are totally unfair. these folks dont need to know me like dat...
i WAS gonna post one of yours on the subject (without your permission) as revenge, but i didnt feel like sifting through that much lj... count yourself lucky, missy....

but, since no one else is playing, except a select and wonderful few,
i'll meet your challenge.

*clears throat*

i know what you want.

i know what you want.

that's why you won't get it.

cause the look
in your eyes
drip, drip, dripping
lustful sighs
causes me to pause...
and rethink my strategy.
if only i had some more stability,
i'd throw you on the hood of my car
right here, right now,
in the parking lot of this bar
so the city
would gather your screams
up the sides of skyscrapers
and sprinkle them down
on confused late night capers...
but these boots aint gonna hold me up that long
cause i drank and i drank
until they played my favorite song
so,
i'll just hand you my keys,
let you take me home,
and all in good time
my fingers will roam...
when there are pillows
to catch your head
then,
we'll rip the sheets off the bed.

*runs to the liquor store*
*stops by the bathroom for private time first*
karismaklysm
you're terrible.

and since we're commenting,

QUOTE
your hand a safety net in which I fall through
the look of regret still scorched on your face
gazing through the hole I can see my reality retrace
you can't help me now


huh?
ravein
dribble... pure uninspired dribble... hence my reality... get it? laugh.gif
karismaklysm
QUOTE
dribble... pure uninspired dribble... hence my reality... get it?


i guess that means i'm a crappy muse....
*sigh*

oh well...

new topic...

um. well. lets try: death.
we can all write about that. right? write?
Sir Maxerpopple
As long as the poem does not include the following words.....
pain
blood
knife
sheath
dagger
slit
drown
dark
darkness
blight
tears
and...death

I'm okay. Sick of those poems.
EvilSpork
Ok if it cannot include those words... Here I go!

A cold body
A sad sight
Shouldn't have happened
It can't be goodbye

This is final
This is the conclusion
The end of our stories
It shouldn't be sad

We all leave eventually
Not to be mourned
Think of the life we had
Not our goodbyes

There you go Maxer

And to get off the topic of death because its overdone : Candy (the new topic! biggrin.gif)
sjbbandgeek
A jar of mayonaise
ravein
It is prepared
The time is nigh
The ham and cheese
Dance like devotees
Perfectly blended by hand
The mustard and
………..
Wait, it stops here
The jar of mayonnaise
It isn’t here!
DAMN, DAMN,DAMN
Cruel fate cuts through me like a kings spear
That I should lose what I hold dear
What evil being took my creamy goodness
A terrorist?
A communist?
A President?
Alas my game is played
My deed is done
I cannot go on
A sandwich just isn’t a sandwich
Without the Miracle Whip
karismaklysm
ok, this one really is more prose than poetry, but i wanted to tell the story...

she strapped on her skates-
the holiday season fleeting
like the sun over the ridge,
and when she rolled up to my door,
i soared out with her...
down the street and across the way
we flew, racing,
not each other, but time,
for the drug store would close in less than an hour.
we headed in,
with skates over shoulder,
and socks breathing heavy on the floor
(the clerks had seen this before at easter)
we went straight for the after holiday bins
and piled it into our arms
as much as we could possibly have thought
to skate 3 miles home with... 75% off....
we hid the stash in the attic.
sneaking a piece, here and there
until the afternoons of cheap candy glory were gone...
ravein
a monkey, in a tree...hehehehe
LoLo
The monkey sat atop a tree,
Singing songs with a tweedle dee dee.
He thought life was easy and full of glee,
Then he dropped his banana and screamed EEEEEEE.
karismaklysm
niiiiiiiiiiiiice....

how about ...........a trip to jamaica...?
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