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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 28, 2018 16:23:55 GMT -5
changing days new focus new ways old friends lost and new ones gained old dreams die and new ones spawned the cold reminds one of death or perhaps a new beginning a bright new day a fresh new play and time to enjoy new sensations life is exploration or so they say let is dream forward then make a clean break and take our hopes into tomorrow and forever
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 4, 2018 9:52:02 GMT -5
soft is the night so tender without the light the harsh light of day that blinds us and to often defines us the way we look is an open book that people seldom bother to read Im sliding through this world with brain afire with hot desire the way of the sane leaves me lonely and trying to hard a little desperate life's sharp little shards of love and hate and to much debate leave me swimming in my doubts and wading n my fears tilt the cup say cheers still got to do all the remaining years and save this mountain of silly and slightly painful tears
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 5, 2018 22:28:35 GMT -5
in my sparkling realms of dazzle and glass I dance so madly Im absolving and gladly pretending to be sane while wallowing in my odd and strange delights enter warriors with blood streaming and swords gleaming in the half dark half light and lovely princesses gyrate and pose exposing their inspiring sights to my weary but eager eyes yes I cry more and continue I so adore your splendor wishing may make it so in me dark things vanish they slip away but not really angry simply delayed and waiting and I carry on absorbed and nearly alone making these words and rhymes and doing it all the time
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 5, 2018 22:30:18 GMT -5
see what one can do with empty head and far away bed
f it...I rule
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 9, 2018 9:13:11 GMT -5
days that slither away sliding down through the channels of time and change mysteries of the brain the hours of life where do they go? awarded to some new fool it seems maybe its true its all just a dream like a ride on the moon a beautiful moonbeam but each day is golden they say do with it what you will let love spill from your heart and mind always take time to be kind and laugh at life as it slithers away like some frightened little snake
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 25, 2018 3:20:23 GMT -5
ambition what does it mean are our lives to be carried away like the departure of a warm summer wind when autumn brings first hint of winter that time when things die depart forever like a song no one remembers and its never heard of course some things continue a great painting a mountain the sky and the wind that carries things away so damned far away our thoughts and prayers are temporary it seems soon forgotten like our dreams our sad and pathetic dreams faith hope and love and the greatest is love but what if you cannot accept it and always run its a terrible curse prophesied from birth or at least shortly after and told in nightmare not all prisons have walls some come in visions carried on trembling agitated winds called despair
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 25, 2018 3:21:54 GMT -5
Christmas is a time of giving...sorry but thats all I got
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 6, 2019 20:52:15 GMT -5
pretty winter snows long ago flowing waters today memories of beauty and things God like in their perfection like the songs that sing to me and make me think about all that I am and not about what I am not flowing soft hair lips carved to perfection and eyes that invite one into a kind of heaven perhaps beyond heaven where sin is gone and joy belongs simple signs and dreams that cast a spell unknown to the ancients and their endless wars they couldn't find the perfection in God's most awesome creations they caved to temptation and drifted away on a sea of failed yearning but as soft as the face of a child is the new tomorrow when certain ones can bathe in a light born from distant stars and they can escape the demon cursed bell jar
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Jan 7, 2019 22:09:39 GMT -5
Very nice. Your well hidden romantic soul is leaking out again?
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 17, 2019 22:29:31 GMT -5
the tales of my demise are exaggerated naturally I move along tempted every day confused and easily persuaded it seems my mind body and soul head off in opposite directions a kind of mad yet beautiful inssurection but no one dies no one cries save me, maybe we all live for a moment beneath the glorious sun and all it gives warm waters and cold winters all the same no one to blame
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 20, 2019 11:32:02 GMT -5
Old ruins ancient temples hidden treasure guarded by a ghost army demonic mercenaries and lost souls brave and broad shouldered the undaunted seek wealth and fortune endless nights of debouched drinking and women song and games first they seek to find the fabled wealth of a dead for a thousand years wizard but a curse to all who try downfall and death will surely come by and by lovely maids wanton ways and songs of the fallen beautiful like lotus dreams we seek on with sword and axe spear and bow mace and lance the hordes of evil oppose and confuse but good steel can prevail with the aid of few handy spells amulets of ancient power powders that stun and gems of dazzling,blinding forces and we journey on to our destiny no matter how corrupt we seem barbarians with no qualms or wiles like civilized men who kill with the blade in the back we soldier on and even on rare occasion with courage and luck we prevail
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Jan 20, 2019 15:50:26 GMT -5
Old ruins ancient temples hidden treasure guarded by a ghost army demonic mercenaries and lost souls brave and broad shouldered the undaunted seek wealth and fortune endless nights of debouched drinking and women song and games first they seek to find the fabled wealth of a dead for a thousand years wizard but a curse to all who try downfall and death will surely come by and by lovely maids wanton ways and songs of the fallen beautiful like lotus dreams we seek on with sword and axe spear and bow mace and lance the hordes of evil oppose and confuse but good steel can prevail with the aid of few handy spells amulets of ancient power powders that stun and gems of dazzling,blinding forces and we journey on to our destiny no matter how corrupt we seem barbarians with no qualms or wiles like civilized men who kill with the blade in the back we soldier on and even on rare occasion with courage and luck we prevail Good stuff. Thanks. [ its a bit like the entire history of RPGames compressed into 1 short poem. happy memories. ] Keep seeking the fabled wealth of the long dead evil warmongering bastards who stole from everybody.
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 21, 2019 9:09:25 GMT -5
hahaha...kool analysis!
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Post by Char-Vell on Jan 21, 2019 9:58:43 GMT -5
Old ruins ancient temples hidden treasure guarded by a ghost army demonic mercenaries and lost souls brave and broad shouldered the undaunted seek wealth and fortune endless nights of debouched drinking and women song and games first they seek to find the fabled wealth of a dead for a thousand years wizard but a curse to all who try downfall and death will surely come by and by lovely maids wanton ways and songs of the fallen beautiful like lotus dreams we seek on with sword and axe spear and bow mace and lance the hordes of evil oppose and confuse but good steel can prevail with the aid of few handy spells amulets of ancient power powders that stun and gems of dazzling,blinding forces and we journey on to our destiny no matter how corrupt we seem barbarians with no qualms or wiles like civilized men who kill with the blade in the back we soldier on and even on rare occasion with courage and luck we prevail I award you 550 XP for this one.
Now, roll for initiative...
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 9, 2019 9:23:53 GMT -5
it sails on forever an ancient ship with only remnants of sail the Captain paces the deck always Grenville he is called manning the wheel is a grim faced man tall and thin somber as death his name is Kane they sail every night below in chains be Jeremy Hawk only Satan knows where they are bound for they follow an invisible star the silence is broken only now and then by Grenville's laugh when he recalls his bloody wounds bleeding still and the ghostly tide and glaring moon carries it on and on and on and only satan knows where
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