08-23-2003, 01:33 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Thraeryn's Late-Night Poetry.
Okay, I can only write coherently when I'm dead tired. Then I get someone to give me a noun, and I write a poem from it. They usually turn out pretty well. You can be the judge!
from: noodles --- Human Noodles Bland and twisting Spirals: Limp, yielding; Their resistance nothing as I push, tear them apart. They are overdone; Stood too long trying to mature, Now brought to nothing by my nothing efforts. Consumed. --- from: trolls --- Garden...Trolls? Staring, we are staring. Glaring, we are glaring! Glaring at our brethren As you, thoughtless, pass us by. Older, we are older. Bolder! We are trolls, sir! Brothers to the garden gnomes, Though, maybe, twice as shy. Shunned, we are shunned. Stunned, we are stunned. Frozen with these awful faces, Always staring eyes. Try us! Please, sir, try us! Buy us! Please, PLEASE buy us! Or we shall always stand here With our orbs that cannot cry. --- BTW, feel free to post one-word suggestions for future poems. (Nouns work best, though if you give me something else I'll see what I can do.) |
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latenight, poetry, thraeryn |
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