At 10/15/05 09:56 PM, Zerok wrote: Last time I checked, dissing the topic itself is totally related.

Thanks for proving my point.

I think he may have meant 'for one'.

And yes, that's what I meant to type.

I just tried to start a rap competition and added do not cuss but it was locked by a mod. Can someone please answer why?

At 10/15/05 10:05 PM, airforcefoot25 wrote: I just tried to start a rap competition and added do not cuss but it was locked by a mod. Can someone please answer why?

Because it's a terrible idea.
It's been done before, and it just leads to way too many bleeding eyeballs.
Also, if you want a little more specific context, type GoldenCat into the topic search and read some of what happened.

hi its angeltears11

here is my poem
please read....

Die

I heard your ribs break,
From my steel plated kick.
And it made me laugh inside.
Does that make you sick?

So I tore out your tongue,
Then I tasted your blood
And it gave me the hunger.

So I cut out your heart,
It gave me my wine.
The glory of the kill
You felt at one time.

So I cut out your heart,
It gave me my wine.
The glory of the kill
You felt at one time.

You thought you could get away with it.
Well, you were wrong.
You raped her,
Now its you're turn.

Cause I know who you are.
I know what had happened.
You thought you'd have some fun.

IT WASN'T FUN FOR HER!
OR FOR HER FAMILY!
YOU RUINED THEIR HEARTS!
And destroyed me.

know you know.
Tell me why you'r dieing?
Die motherfucker.
Bleed to death.
You'r a fucking bastard.

Nothing you can do to bring her back
and fix your rape spell.
So die, right into hell were I'l
See u there to rot in hell.

By: Dawn Burgess

lol holy crap. i understand now. no more rap competition. LOL

My Love For You

Like the river, my love for you is constant.
Like the universe, my love for you is eternal.
Like the sun, my love for you is bright.
Like a flower, my love for you is beautiful.
Like honey, my love for you is ever so sweet.
And like love itself, my love for you is and will always be true.

(this is a poem i made for my girlfriend)

My name is jake
i like snakes
in lakes
with rakes that are fake
these snakes they bake these cakes
that are made of bedn
amen i give up cuz this poem sucks
i dont like rhyming cuz neither do ducks
thats why i'm a goose
BlackgOOse to you mister...

No its doesn't ryme deal with it! - I mean...Enjoy!

When I found out I couldn't fly
I built a tower to the sky

I was blinded by Ignorance
I was destroyed by Arrogance

My tower cumbled
No I sit in a ruined wasteland

Forced to find what I lost...

_ashley_ will you check this thread and the contributions? =P

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

--- Some number of lines later---

Till I beheld through a round aperture
Some of those beauteous things which Heaven doth bear;
Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.

I call it "The Inferno". ---I didn't write that, in case you couldn't tell---

Nothing but a picture

A tarnished picture
Of your life, it may tone in
't may not
Thou normalcy, may never gain
Thou woe, may never gain
A tarnished picture, is just a picture
But if you would like
You can compare your life
To a tarnished picture, but
Keep in your mind, it is nothing but a picture

So Humble, So Tarnished

So Humble, So sad, Art Thee Life,
Sweetly tarnished, 't was gaining,
My woeful self, that wish' could help thee,
And save thee life, from enswath'd tarnish,
What little I did, youth o' thee,
Threw thou affections, unto eternal woe,
Reserv'd life, from gaining normality

Thee Glowing Eyne, I Hide In Secrecy

Of her eyne, my eyes a delight,
Which I see, is o' Glowing Eyne,
Crack'd thou heart, of intelligence gain,
Bidding her, t' realize thou love o' thee,
Found thou nowhere, of her heart t' find,
With intelligence gain, thou shal' pass,
Enswath'd in depression, thou heart fill o' hate
Thou wish t' hide, Enswath'd in secrecy

Copyright

You're the one who came into newgrounds chat to tell us to bumb your topic.

Bitchplz

I dont care what you call me,im not listening to you.

At 11/2/05 04:40 PM, _ashley_ wrote: I dont care what you call me,im not listening to you.

My question remains though. And seeing the first post of yours it seems like you would listen to me?

Life

Undying truths of those
Who have departed. The path
Chosen is not always right
But never is it wrong.
The lives lived by those
That succeed, are filled with
Fame and glory; yet the one,
Who suffers for his success,
Is tossed aside to be forgotten
That… is life.

The day ends, as another begins,
For the successful man, whose
Ruined another man, another family
Now nothing more than a memory,
Set aside as the roaches the
Successful man sees them as.
Yet at the end of the day, that same
Man comes home to nothing,
Nothing but the cold chill of
The departed waiting at his door.
He sits, thinks, waits for the end,
But is too afraid of what’s waiting
For him, to bring it along himself.
So he lies in bed, expecting
Another meaningless day, full of money
And greed.
That… is life

The next day comes, yet the man
Does not weep, does not wake.
Just lies, letting the cold hand of the
Departed take him to a life
He had once lived, free of greed
Depression, death, and
The economical chains that now
Bind him to a place he truly
Believed was free.
That… is life

Awakened from the dream,
Pale as a ghost,
The man has finally
come to terms with
The seemingly successful
Man staring back at him,
With the dark, deranged eyes,
Only one who had witnessed death
As many times as he has, could have.
He knew what must be done.
He could never clean his slate,
Never have a clear conscience again
It drilled away at his mind,
Like a power tool, on wood.
That… is life

The cold hand of the departed,
Now lies dormant, on the shoulder,
Of the successful man.
No longer shall he see those
He once loved, cherished.
He looked at the mirror,
With such contentment, that no man
No beast could break him.
Then nothing, not a sound.
The successful man shall
Never be controlled by the success
He once thought was right, the people
Which once had a life of their own
Shall torment him no more.
No longer will he cause the pain,
Which came so natural to him.
That… is death

Hope you enjoy it... took me a while ^.^

-Unforgivable-
With the gun at my chin
Commiting the biggest sin
Locked and Loaded
It all exploded
I hate my life
Can't stop the pain with just a knife
But nothing compares
To the sounds of 100 flares
The smell of brunt hair
In the Devil's lair