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Might need a little smoothing. Otherwise it's unique.

What's with all the AMW threads popping up? And animations?

animations are koolios.

doncha know that, bud...

What's with all the AMW threads popping up?

And animations?

animations are koolios.

doncha know that, bud...

Nonet followed by reverse-nonet:

Traversing the rigorous currents,
I briskly sail from shore to sea.
I fear, as a storm draws near,
That I shant ne'er see
My homeland again,
For my ship leaks
And quickly
Starts to
Sink.

Swim!
Surface!
Face the sky,
Escape the tide,
Rise up and emerge!
At least that's what I think,
As the current sweeps me down
To the depths of the briny deep.
Evermore, my bonnie lass shall weap.

Relentless Alliteration:


Regretful rogue reflects:
Quietly quipping,
Mentally mourning,
Gloomily grieving.

Pondering perilous plots:
Angrilly arguing,
Ferociously feuding,
Violently violating.

Darkest dusk descends:
Warily wandering,
Tenderly treading,
Carefully creeping.


Silence still sounds:
Slowly slitting,
Steadily stabbing,
Severely severing.

Woefully weeping,
Wondering why.

I wrote this a few years ago

I used to live so peacefully,
Now I am fearful frequently,
Since people tend to envy me:
They view me as a deity,
And they all eye me greedily,
So I am worried ceaselessly.
Why can't they all just let me be?
Humanity: no decency.

Still working on this one

Every time I lied I died inside,
Like suicide from cyanide.
I can't deny that I relied
On pride when you cried
My name. It's a shame
That I'm to blame for the pain,
And it's plain that I'm the bane
Of your life as you live in strife,
While the knife cuts twice
As deep and you weep each night
In fright. See the light
Turn to dust as your lust
For trust is hushed. You must
Obey everyday or decay
And fade away into the fray.

I'm not good at criticism (actually, I'm terrible at it). So I'll just avoid it altogether and simply say that I liked this last one very much.

I like this one a lot because of rhyme and it flows. Nice emotion but I feel like instead of focusing on the rhyme, focus on conveying the emotional part more. The ending seemed a bit rushed but overal it was good~

I like the last one a lot, it seems like it could be a very deep piece if you focused more on the point you are trying to get across than the rhyme scheme, but I do like the way that it flows. I do more blank and free verse than rhyme schemes because I don't like limiting the poem to just what fits the rhyme scheme, but you did well with this.

I made this for FLP two months ago, but it was too late to use it there.

A shade darker than my soul;
Black as night,
Void of light,
No embers in the coal.

A truth to not ignore;
The sea of flame
Left me insane,
Though purer than before.

Eternally at peace;
And from the fire
Of your desire,
I shall be released.

Another FLP

What do you say, comrade?
Shall we go to war?
Will we fight for honor,
Or is it the slaughter you adore?
Will we return in triumph,
Or will our blood be poured?
Will they flee in terror,
And return nevermore?
Will they stand and face us,
Or be crippled to the core?
But first ask yourself, comrade,
What are we fighting for?

Another FLP. When I was tired, I made a notepad file of a few dozen lines that sounded neat. Here's some of that thrown together.

Erase the slate of dreary tears,
Clear your memory of fears;
Drink the wine, spend the time
To find your mind is in a bind:
Sleeping soundly without a scream
Of severed secrets sealed in a seam,
So slit the curtain from the wall,
Reveal the gory scene to all.
Shine like a seashell in the sun:
With a glint of ease and a glimmer of fun
Near seas of dreams and skies of light,
But brought to ashes in the night;
Shattered and scattered, they flit away
Above the ocean of dismay.

My wound continues to spout
A ruby river from a seemingly endless source.
The crimson fluid flows casually across the soft skin,
Not hindered by the wrinkles of wear, nor the natural contours,
But instead formed and guided by their canyons.
Slowly, ever so slowly, each drop drowsily falls to the floor
With a small, scarlet splash that cleanly coats the boards below.
Their stains will remain long after the cut has clotted;
A persistent reminder of pain.

Here's some old pictures I took of a bee and some butterflies: