Forum roll call

Present!

Adsum. ;)

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Are we doing arts & crafts today? *claps*

I am quite skilled at creating picture frames from elbow macaroni and popsicle sticks. Glitter may or may not be involved.

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I'll leave it you forum goers as to which is which :)

I sometimes bite.

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Only sometime?

Yes.

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."

- WB Yeats

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

~ "Ozymandias," Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Brother Jed

The meaning of truth depends on the man speaking it
Twisting the words to suit his own needs
Thrusting his opinion upon those who'll listen
Refusing to see the other side of his faith

He forces his voice on all of those who pass him
Chastising them as if they were children
Speaking simply as though they can't understand
Congratulating himself on his own righteousness

Who will rise up to oppose him?
Use intelligence and not simple jokes
Who will correct his falsehoods?
Use facts to displace his fictional tales

The meaning of truth is within our own hearts
We know it in our minds
We know it in our souls
And no one can tell you you're wrong

-Freckles L. Troll

Brava, my dear young troll. I heartily approve. :)

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving.

But this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

- Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XVII"

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Not only do we undead chicks love to get funky, we also love Dickenson.

Undead chicks and Moonkin alike. ;)

I dwell in Possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors -

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-red line for Pav-

A bit morbid, but very well-done.

The imagery, in particular, is vivid. :)

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Undead chicks and Moonkin alike. ;)

Lest we forget the Sprite Darter's affection?

Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!

- From "Part One: Life"

Sugar and spice,
and everything nice --
that is what this thread
should be made of.

/target Forum
/hug

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Aww. Wait. Are you trying to eat me?

I've been asking this question for quite some time. :)

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Don't eat this sprite darter, you don't know where it went.

If she ate me, presumably I'd be going into her belly (bearing that Undead still possess such an organ). ;)

Lenederella--
Your words are so uplifting!
Refrigerator.


(What? Haikus are hard.)

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Dear Syndri,

I somewhat-jokingly-in-a-total-internet-fangrl-way love you.
Do you somewhat-jokingly-in-a-total-internet-object-of-affection-way love me too?

[ ] Yes
[ ] No

Love,
Iffy

*checks yes*

A poem posted: Lenederella
Intended for a Ce Es Eff fella’
Reminded me of Canterbury Tales.
Then Syndri’s Haiku ringing out like bells
The icing on the cake; did sell this post
Responded to, though not by all, by most
We’re almost complete, since now here I am
Here’s to hoping we’re not accused of spam

Aw, my dear Freckles; my heart breaks like the waves upon the sand, every second you’re away from me. I fear that if I started to express my feelings that I held for you here, I would be bound, writing for an eternity.

Alas, I think it wise to refrain from doing so, sorry. <3

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<3

My uterus is yours.

PS- Did you get a chance to check out what I posted earlier in the thread?

I am not sure, which post?

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Only 8 hours and 18 minutes to go, I love the weekends!

I have, er, let's see... 56 hours until my weekend begins. :(