[Forty]

I do this a lot. I just start typing sentences out that rhyme and tell a little story. It's not formal or structured in any way, as you can see. Just wanted to share one with you. If you have any little rhymes that aren't big enough to warrant their own discussion, feel free to post them. I like reading other people's work, and usually don't have the attention span for full stories.

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the answer is there, darling, please don't despair. while i toy with your hair so you know i am there- not a dream it would seem, but a real human being. with a heart and a brain and nerves long dead from pain. you will see, it's not me, i'm a sad nobody- yet i'm here, wipe your tears, while i make you some tea. warm my face with your hand, it's the cold i can't stand, so don't leave me to freeze in this hot texas sand. smoke a cig, sh*t smoke two cuz there's nothing to do while i idly chat, fantasizing of you: briefly clad in red lace with a smirk on your face, teasing me with a promise to take me some place. then i snap back to life, she's some other guy's wife! sharing broo-ha and faux pas, forgetting our strifes. why the games and the shame of seducing this dame? i should know she's not mine, but i can't be to blame. she's a player, a huntress; professional slayer of hearts, then she sells all the parts in black marts. i've been used, slow abused, like a torturing ruse. and i'm left, love bereft. damn! that bitch stole my shoes.

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i lay your head on the warmth of the bed. a royalty smile and a peregrine stead. Your oven touch puts a sear on my neck. my guttural screams mimic a train wreck. a reservoir love that surpasses a dream. the husky blue cream of a rethreaded seam. tears flow like wine with the kiss of the moon. a heated endeavour, a passionate tune. cashmere hands tell of secret delights. exploring your hilltops shadowed by night. we press with ferocity, melding our flesh. sewing our bodies in apricot mesh. casting a sea upon the duvet. sensual patterns paint a buffet. candid vibrations conducting our scene. outcries of lust surpass the obscene. closing my eyes, a spectrum of heat. swirling our heads and tickling my feet. i beckon your tongue and steal it with mine. strawberry pleasure and moisture divine. apples and cloves assailing my nose. your hair in my fingers, tied with a rose. you look like rembrandt, woode, or van gogh. your color transcends any palette i know. carnation, violet, all shades of blue. sea foam, sienna, and varying hues. a climactic voyage ends in a gasp. finding nirvana successful at last. kiss me all over, soothe my hot skin. wrapped in your body, starting again.

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There probably won't be any comments for this, but that's understandable. Most people on this board aren't into poetry, I've discovered.

[Iminicus]

I like them very much 40. I think you are a very talented person. I enjoy reading your writings and find it a shame that you don't post more. I know that everyone is more interested in GTA related crap and your work goes unnoticed. I think it is a shame that with all these intelligent minds we end up with garbage galore on these boards.

I used to write poetry and lyrics and stories aswell. But I just don't have the heart anymore. I would post some old ones, if I could find them.

Anyway, 40, keep it up and PM with your newest poems, stories, etc. I look forward to reading them.

[Forty]

If you find any of your stuff post it in here.

[reemah]

I've always been a fan of your writing James. Not many guys I know can write exceptional poetry like you do.

I liked how you used colors in the second piece. Especially liked this line

QUOTE (40)

you look like rembrandt, woode, or van gogh. your color transcends any palette i know.

As for the first piece, I love that it was just the right length, not overly detailed, so the reader can imagine it how they want, and then again, it's not lacking detail.

great job

[Blitz'd Skitz]

The second one I like in particular. There's some good rhyming, and some highly emotive language used very well.

I like writing random little rhymes myself.

You can see that there's a bit of a rap in my sig right now.

I think I'll write a full poem.

[Luke2004]

Good work.

It's nice when you can just come out with things and not have to really think about what your doing, and then once you've finished, read them, and they make sense. - Luke.

[dertyjerzian]

Are you there? nope, no where. Ain't scared? Sure, there's a fair amout of clout thrown around and slugs in the air, but we're on our way up to the top, street sweeping the stairs, street sweeping the halls. We pee in the halls. Set fire to yall.

I'm personally waiting for the orders. and many dogs of war are with me, ready and stronger than all of these limp bizkits, you know... soft crackers? Well when we get it crunk and get to stepping clapping, if you didn't get it yet, you'll get it all after.

[Kotsudaira]

QUOTE (40ozFreak @ May 19 2005, 20:33)

There probably won't be any comments for this, but that's understandable. Most people on this board aren't into poetry, I've discovered.

You lie, sir. I like your writing. Though, to be honest, this is the first time I've actually bothered to read it. I wouldn't say it's rambling as such. I quite like it. It's that strange emotion stirring stuff. You write like a band I like, here's one of their songs...

QUOTE (Rainbow - Cold Hearted Woman)

She came from across the water A devil's daughter was in disguise I crid for mercy - she bound and chained me and then she played me, I was mesmerized When she gave me blood red roses They were wrapped in razor thorns She was sly in her temptation Then she left me on my own Sutch a cold hearted woman She promised passion everlasting And now I'm haunted by her name I gave up all that I ever cared for Oh if I only had my yesterdays again I've been blinded, now I'm broken Sometimes I can hear her song No man's grass was ever greener Now I find that I don't belong With a cold hearted woman She touched my world and I was shaken But she was fakin,´I never knew These days are colder and there's no shoulder I'm just the shell fo the man I was before If there's somewhere I can run to Till I kill the pain inside I've been walking now for hours Can't forget her, the Lord knows I've tried Cause she's a cold, cold hearted woman

I like them, otherwise I wouldn't've said I did.

@jerzian - What the f*ck are you doing? I posted rhymes in someone elses thread once, but I haven't done it since. I suggest not doing it again. Sorry Forty.

[WalkerBoh]

Thats cool stuff.

I can usually rhyme a sh*tload of stuff off the top of my head. Don't wanna crowd up your topic though. Just take some compliments.