Chaos Project

Here you can post your own poems or your favret ones.


i like this one :P
Falsely Accused

I've been accused of being a player
One of those innocent woman slayers
Mistaken by my fellow peers
I'm just facing social fears

Although I make it look real easy
The intention is to not be sleazy
Because my true goal is straight from the heart
The honest word is, I'm still learning my part

So what looks like a spiral game
Does not go by the same bloody name
I'm in search of that perfect mate
And avoiding a life with a lonely fate

Someday I will find love and happiness
And then I will be able to confess
No matter how much fun was the time
It was the love that was on my mind
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

I have one I wrote, but it contains secrets I need hidden, too bad, its pretty awesome too, in my mind.

and Nortos, yours kinda is... mysterious.

send it to me on PM please...

oh and that's The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe one of my favourite poems ever
(it was even on the simpsons once :P was awesome)

you stole that from edgar allen poe...my dad has an entire book of all his writtings...

I didn't STEAL it I never said it was mine I said it was one of my favourite poems

from now on post who u got the poem from :)

k I thought everyone knew what The Raven was from though :P

I forgot to put LOL on the end of it srry I knew that it was edgar and you even put saying that that was who it was....lol ;D

im working on a poem i havent started it yet tho.. so... when its done imma post it.

ok as i type this i'm making it up...

in the yes of the deamer
there is a shard of hope

As the beholder bows his head
He gives the world more hope

to stop the evil of the world
he must pray real hard

for the darkness in the world
has power from a far

When the holder finds his way
his destiny will unfold

that he is the one to help us
the savior of untold....

who can guess who this poem is about?

*is atheist*

* I know *

is it about god?

here is another i just came up with

within the distance of space
there is a a small speck

Is it life
or is is death?

no one is for sure
untill it takes it's shape

what on earth could it be?
could it a just a mistake?

As the speck begins to form
we stare with awe and wonder

As the element becomes alive
we all begin to ponder

who knows what this element could be
is it water or rain

noone knows for sure just what it may be
but I believe that it has a purpose just like you and me....


TITLE:The creation
Author:Sean T. Mahana

Quote from: Susys on January 25, 2008, 12:30:58 pm
is it about god?

i dont know...do you blieve in trinity?

whats trinity??

The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

oh, i knew that!!, not...

Ulta we all know me and you are both Aethiests it's like in 6 different topics now lol

ok back to poems!

lol,i like poems alot i think they are very cool.

ok, lets see if i can come up with one right now, randomly...


Shadows to dusk
and dusk to light
light ever bright
birghtness to eyes
eyes to pain
the sun shines ever on
bringing warmth
bringing light
and then comes the night
with shadows and the lost
and the ever twisting twilit sky
blackness moves
and the dark slithers before me
the night shines bright up high
a moon devoid of humanity
blue circle ring surrounding
when the night comes
and the shadows take over
i step from my domain
and out into the black
above me I see
the light of the stars
snow under my barefoot feet
blanket, over my undressed body
i stare, up at the stars
standing there
at night
morning
i am gone.


uhh, yeah, i think i changed something or other at one point... i dont think it came out right...

I like it you just came up with it than? Has a cool mood, :P I should hire you out for certain poetic stuff or other things in my game. You should make your storyline help more wide and have like poems too :)

WE SHOULD MAKE A BOOK

I will post some of my poems that I have written over the years 2morrow...I cant remember many of them off the top of my head, because to be honest...I only wrote most of them for the grade I needed  ;D. But truthfully also, they are pretty good, my teacher wanted me to enter a competition, but I turned it down. I'll bring my folder hom tomorrow and post 'em.

good! ill make a book (e-book) when i find out how... :P blizzy will tell me... i hopes! it will be a colection of poems :)

Put them all into one word document and apply some nice formatting. :P

lol kay but first i need ecveryone from cp to make a unch of poems and then send them to me :)

:P let me use them for my english lol

lol.

WE CAN ALL USE THEM FOR OUR ENGLISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I'll post mine after I get outta school today.

Except me, I don't have English anymore. <_<;

Lol, thats nt neccessarily a bad thing Blizz >_>

This is a poem I made about a slave for English class. It is supposed to reflect the life of Olaodah Equiano...


I will post some more later, I have a headache, and I think I'm gonna take a nap, Lol...

your last name is Chestnut?

and lol, thats pretty good, I like rhythm of it.

cool... ill add it to my colection


Now i have 1 poem

lol Chestnut *sorry for offtopicness*

Don't you judge me!! Lol

here's one I did in 5 minutes in English lol...I found out it was due and hadn't started it so I was like shit...
every now and than something sounds bad like first verse but that's because English teacher made us keep the same amount of sylables and structure as a poem he showed us.

A stark evening in winter
In an old rusted shack
Wolves rested together
Huddling in a vicous pack

Baby cubs howl their screaming cries
Mothers comfort them with meat
Fathers and adults on the hunt
Scared prey hiding in the sleet

Dew dripping of the frightened prery
Something was amiss
Dark, Evil, Blood Thirsty, Amiss
The prey heard whispers of an evil hiss

A shadow loomed over them
Their cries pierced the night air
As their bodies fell limp
It took them to its lair...

By Me

I thought it was alright done in 5 mins lol

• A grave warning |  By: Chris Limb
  
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  To thoses who wish to enter do beware
  for grave robbing must be in tender care
  If are to hit a bone or two
  we shall come and hant you
  So gather your courage and be brave
  and maybe your soul will be saved.



• Childhood to Adult |   By: Chris Limb
  
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                      Childhood
                running       screaming
            wild        carefree          fun
         small     fast         slow           big
            hard      worryfull   intelegent
                 working         boring
                            Adult
  
  



• Haiku of children | By:Chris Limb
  
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  Children run around
  without a care or worry
  how long can this last?
  
  
  


• Family Fun Days in The Park | By: Chris Limb
  
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  A sunny day in the park with my mom and dad
  for the day is bright as the sun.
  I find the slides lots of fun
  and my dad and I play tag so I run.
  
  When I swing on the swings I try to touch the sky
  Mom brought a basket full of tastefull treats.
  I enjoy them and so do the ants.
  With the wind blowing the grass moves like the sea.
  
  The birds are flying in the sky
  and the kites are up and flying
  the games are fun and I got to play
  but now the sun is setting
  
  "Time to go home", I would hear my dad say
  I smiled and wave good bye to the park, maybe another day.
  
  
  



• Wanting to help  |  By: Chris Limb
  
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  Being young and not being told,
  about the problems that behold.
  Being told that your too young,
  and you should have lots of fun.
  
  being told, "Why worry, you won't understand,
  How everything has price including this land.
  Yet we know you just want to help."
  but they say that because they want to do it without your help.
  
  So I sit and wait for the long day to end,
  and hear my mother say that was a day well spend.
  she said it cold and she never means it,
  but yet I just shrug and just want to commit.
  
  I guess this is the veiw of a child
  Not fully welcomed to help and should be wild.
  
  
  



• Childhood at School | By: Chris Limb
  
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  School is rough
  for its so tough
  hard to make a friend
  or even defend
  
  So much work
  and everyones a jerk
  the teachers pick on me
  and I cut my knee
  
  My spelling is always wrong
  and the day is feels long
  I just want to go home
  where I can just be alone
  
  but tommorow is another school day
  and I just hope that I'll be okay.
  
  
  


• The wind | By: Chris Limb
  
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  As the wind blows I learn its emotion. I hear the aggression as it hits the wind chimes. I feel its shyness as it brushes my skin. It brings happiness while it carries the scent of fresh air with a hint of cut wood. I see its excitement as it performs a ritual dance across the trees. Its movement is slick and yet noticeable in the backyard with the rock garden closest to the fence. Rushing towards me across the grass at an alarming rate. Jumping over the patio table it moves the books, forcing the pages to scream in pain. It smiles in glee as it pounces, but suddenly it stops. Fadding away into nothingness as the calm settles in, silence seems to fill the world. Nothing is heard but Maureen's fingers flipping the pages in her book. Sitting in a lawn chair with nothing but a binder on my lap and a pencil in my hand I look out across the lawn. Beyond the mess the wind had made by throwing my papers around. Across the trees to the tired sunset. I await for the next time I am visited by the wind.
  
  
  


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  Untitled1 | By: Chris Limb
  
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                               Today is a boring day.
                     No one to see me       or to hear me
         Away in the dark angel                    Together in the light.
  We see one thing                                     and that thing is tonight.
         Hurry back my little angel                Before hell gets you good
                     For we are one           and one we are   
                               So let it be so true.
  
  


• Untitled | By: Chris Limb
  
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  Wind,earth,water,fire
  dance around me with desire
  hold me close and let me go
  Thats the its so
  
  Grow with power and some fashion
  with destrucion and compashion
  help me see the way I be
  its my detainy
  
  Help me with all your might
  I be the darkness and the light
  you are the candle that I seek
  for I am called a freak
  
  Fire fire burning bright
  cast away this awful plight
  Water water wosh around
  pervent me from the drown
  
  Earth earth strong and steady
  Hold me up for I'm ready
  Wind wind lead me through
  for I beleave I grew
  
  Guild me, side with me
  Show me the way, thats the key
  Hold me let close and let me go
  thats the it so.
  
  


• Elements of the mage | by Chris Limb
  
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  Fire water earth and air
  came to me with lots of care
  ice nature shadow and light
  shine upon with your all your might
  order choas hate and love
  show me your symbols through the dove
  lighting psyic metel peace
  Made the realm to make the war sease
  16 elements hand in true
  made a realm that could not undo.
  Infused with gaia one and all
  showed the mortals that they would not fall
  but to hold in love truth and peace
  held their power only to release
  a realm of hope dreams and spirit
  was only a realm of rite
  out of hands of mortal touch
  was unable for mortals to clutch
  Mages magic spirits true
  hold the realm through one and two.
  so listen children and remember the war
  where the magi realm gain it's core.
  


• What a day | By: Chris Limb
  
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  It's a beautiful day,
  can't you see it?
  The birds are singing away,
  can't you hear it?
  
  It's a Wonderful day,
  don't you know it?
  The sun is shining all day,
  can't you feel it?
  
  It's a marvelous day,
  Don't denie it.
  The blossoms are open all the way,
  Can't you smell it?
  
  It's a lovely day,
  Won't you believe it?
  The taste of nature is in the air,
  can't you taste it?
  
  It's a beautiful day?
  Can't you see it?
  The birds are singing away,
  For it's spring and will be for a bit.
  
  
  

interesting. i like them.

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  Love's effect | By: Chris Limb
  
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  Alas the bird has sang away
  the night moon lust from far away
  even when the sun is nice and high
  you can hear in the distance a depressing sigh
  for when love has left the air
  it seems that most people just don't care
  for when spring has came again
  the love returns and we start to grin
  though we know we'll be hurt once more
  we don't care for we are in the loveless pour
  so when you hear the birds start to sing,
  remember that it won't ever in with a ring.
  


• Steven | By: Chris Limb
  
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  Staring in the full moon's light,
  Ten young men start to fight,
  Evading each others blows,
  Verboly throwing words that sound absurd,
  Even when no one is winning,
  No one wins when there is only killing.
  


• Anthony | By: Chris Limb
  
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  Anthony my love burns bright
  Nothing can put it out with all of its might
  Together I dream we'll be
  Holding each other throughout my dream
  Of course it was only a dream,
  Noticing your smiled I can only say
  Yes my love I'll be here and stay.
  


• My poetry | By: Chris Limb
  
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  you like my poetry so it would seem
  I hope you enjoy them through your dreams
  regardless if we don't talk to one another
  I know only this that I would shudder
  perhaps I'll be able to see
  and the way you chose to be
  but alas I know you wish a farewell
  so I leave you to be with yourself and dwell
  


• Ashely | By: Chris Limb
  
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  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
  stunned by the sun and turned to rust
  Holding nothing by my heart's desires
  Losing everything but my deepest admires
  Eventfully they fade and part
  Yelling their words through the harp.


• Amy | by: Chris Limb
  
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  Avoiding the world like the stars
  Moving away far and far
  Yet never gaining any distance.
  


• Where I am from | By: Chris Limb
  
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  Wondering for many a days
  Hoping to see someone far away
  Evoiding the dangers throughout my travels
  Resting only to ease my devils
  Eventually I stop and say
  
  In the moonlight I walk away
  
  Am I scared am I feared
  Motions seems to lift and disappeared
  
  For once I see for once I followed
  Running away from the cursed hollowed
  Observing I wondered where I'll be
  Might even be within my key.
  


• Bobby | By Chris Limb
  
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  Busting away laughing today
  Over the hills and far away
  Boys that decide to play
  Boys that do nothing but cry away
  Yet it seems that nothing has been done today.
  


• when a dream deterred | By Chris Limb
  
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  What happens when a dream deterred
  is it sent away by an ancient bird?
  or crumble to dust
  like the humans lust
  Does it starve
  and its hunger only grows large?
  or fade away
  and refuse to stay
  Maybe it moves on
  like a mindless pawned
  or an unanswered pray
  refusing to share.
  
  
  


• Jacquenline |By: Chris Limb
  
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  Justice has its own meaning
  Avengances or fairness
  cruel the way life really is
  Quiting never an option
  usually no one complains
  Everyone is usally the same
  Listening and taking it in
  Interested in their own personal gain
  Nothing ever changes in life
  Even when death comes strife.
  


• Lust | By: Chris limb
  
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  the webs of love are hard to spin
  and soon they make us start to sin
  when we see the one we think
  'are they the one' is what we think
  shall this love burn bright and true
  for only some work..only a few.
  


• Tory | By: Chris Limb
  
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  Trust and love is what I see
  Opening myself and being me
  Realizing that my dreams might crush
  You, I am willing to all such a crush.
  
  
  

wow, nice contribute ill have to add them later...

add them? I hope you don't plan on stealing's one works or what do you plan on doing with them?

Someone likes Chris Lamb, Lol...
Good poems though!

How dare you sir make a mockery of my name, this is an outrage!
You seem to thing that a name is just a name that holds us like a cage?!
Ah but a name is an attachment that holds honor,
even though it is rather minor.
You shouldn't make amusement of ones name,
as if it was some sort of game.
Your choosing was rather prosaic,
that it has become rather archaic.
I am sure you wouldn't like me
If I made fun of your family tree.
So be kind for future use,
and tie ends to your words so their not so loose.
I hope your happy calintz16438
that you made this poetry start to sound like hate.
so I shall head and post no more,
poetry that I had in store.

By: Chris Limb

That's one I did for school. I was supposed to come up with a new poetic form, and I did. I call it...Celenathian Shorthand...

[I felt a bit better now and shall contiune once again ]

oh msn oh msn
how I hate you msn
you never send my messages
when ever I need them sent

Oh msn oh msn
How lowly you are msn
you seem to ignore my messages
when they're inportant

you never send them on time
you never deliever my files
you always seem to piss me off
when ever I need stuff

you always sign out randomly
you always sign me out
I wish you would stop doing that
because it makes me look bad

Oh msn oh msn
how I hate you msn
you don't deserve to live again
I want to shut you down.

Oh msn oh msn
maybe you will be kind again
and maybe things will be normal once more....
when you are my best friend again.

i am makeing a colection of poems by people in CP and i put,

By author,

oviously the author parrt will be replaced with the authors name :P

What are you doing with said collection?

Quote from: Kathis on March 06, 2008, 04:01:48 pm
[I felt a bit better now and shall contiune once again ]

oh msn oh msn
how I hate you msn
you never send my messages
when ever I need them sent

Oh msn oh msn
How lowly you are msn
you seem to ignore my messages
when they're inportant

you never send them on time
you never deliever my files
you always seem to piss me off
when ever I need stuff

you always sign out randomly
you always sign me out
I wish you would stop doing that
because it makes me look bad

Oh msn oh msn
how I hate you msn
you don't deserve to live again
I want to shut you down.

Oh msn oh msn
maybe you will be kind again
and maybe things will be normal once more....
when you are my best friend again.

Lol, so you did put it up after all. =)

Haha, that was awesome Kathis!!

Im going to go write a poem right now! :o

YO VALCOS WHERES YOUR POEM FROM OVER A MONTH AGO?!

Here's a quick and short one by me.

Blistering skies
In my eyes
Blurred away my sight,
I struggle and fight.

I realize it's water,
But it doesn't matter.
A heavy breath
And a quick death.

Lol
Nice job blizz xD Rhyme scheme is simple but it's comes off nice

My favorite poem:::

Quote from: UltaFlame on April 21, 2008, 09:15:21 pm
YO VALCOS WHERES YOUR POEM FROM OVER A MONTH AGO?!

Actually. I did write a poem. But Im not going to post it  :shy:.