cryptomancer Posted June 22, 2011 Report Posted June 22, 2011 so.. thanks to me reactivating the twitter account, (or just starting to use it again) a new challenge is born..... poetry, in 140 charaters or less, and if you really want to post it on twitter too, just to confuse people. any questions?
cryptomancer Posted June 22, 2011 Author Report Posted June 22, 2011 wash away the soul today, leave skin scorched and burned, empty the mind of pain today, lay still and be runed.
Norman Posted June 22, 2011 Report Posted June 22, 2011 Is there any way, for us to play, without the pain, we have to pay, or is the vein, of this day, emptying another way.
cryptomancer Posted June 22, 2011 Author Report Posted June 22, 2011 I wonder if I have a say, in how my work earns my pay, for now I find this day, the character limit may cause delay.
cryptomancer Posted June 22, 2011 Author Report Posted June 22, 2011 Curious I now become, as my mind around is spun, for no profound words express, how the twitter button works, I have no guess.
Norman Posted June 23, 2011 Report Posted June 23, 2011 needles and ink, letting skin drink, deep lines carved curving, enthalling the being they're serving.
cryptomancer Posted July 1, 2011 Author Report Posted July 1, 2011 Awake my mind and shake the sounds of open doors and echoes rhymes.
cryptomancer Posted July 1, 2011 Author Report Posted July 1, 2011 Shivers of glitter filtering the flashing lights of falling ice, waking the dragon's atentive delight.
Norman Posted July 1, 2011 Report Posted July 1, 2011 If I carved the names of all I know upon my skin of gold, would I ever see them again, before I grow too old?
Tavarilyn Posted July 5, 2011 Report Posted July 5, 2011 lo. i'm low, barren, bereft, into the cleft. dye. i'm dying, warp, weft, into a soul bereft. there. i'm theirs, culled, cult, into the rift.
cryptomancer Posted July 26, 2011 Author Report Posted July 26, 2011 Stumbling on the horizon’s foothills, dawn tumbled onto the plains, sprawling ungracefully and dishevelled on the dew soaked ground.
cryptomancer Posted July 26, 2011 Author Report Posted July 26, 2011 Place three strokes upon the cheek, three marks upon the brow, three lines across the heart, and let dark your soul devour.
cryptomancer Posted July 26, 2011 Author Report Posted July 26, 2011 If I woke at 4, and saw shadows on the floor, and discovered a blocked door, heard those by which I swore, would I see the sun no more?
dottie Posted August 26, 2011 Report Posted August 26, 2011 (edited) A speck of life takes shape in the shadow's wake. Paused as the moon strolls upon the darkening stage, the sun dips into a painted horizon. Edited August 26, 2011 by WritingMom
jonadine Posted April 19, 2012 Report Posted April 19, 2012 A Petri dish of emotion, I fester and bubble, anyone crosses me, they will find trouble
Peredhil Posted May 4, 2012 Report Posted May 4, 2012 bouyantly, joyfully, I live in the love of my Beloved, drawing deeply - only to give it back threefold.
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