So I lot of people in the Avatar Talk subforum offer poems as a rate back, so I thought I'd make a journal entry to keep them all in.
"Memory Earth could not remember
his or her own sex or gender"
A poem by MekMek for the avatar above to make it look like I was a lady =D
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"This brightly dressed child boy,
seems that he is filled with joy.
greeting them with a bright salutation,
It is unfortunate he suffers a mutation.
His many a silly deed,
mask a sad inner need.
Oh that poor little boy,
he touched a toxic toy.
Ne'er more shall he dream to soar,
Ever poor he lives no more."
A poem by Shinyspoon42 for the avatar above. This one I love to death &3
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"Miasma."
"Ray."
The air whispered softly, unaware of the stiffed-back standoff between the two. Criminal versus sherriff, pray versus beast. Miasma's icy stare matched the fierceness of the marshall's.
The next moment, there was a loud thump.
The sherriff lay there, pale and open-eyed. There was a small throwing-knife sticking out of his broad chest.
"We did discuss this preciously. Have a pleasant evening, sir." Sniffed miasma, her heels clicking on wood plank as she strolled out of the town.
Viperface wrote that one. It made me &3
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John Smith was a curious young man. He had no common sense, and therefore got into a lot of trouble. One day, he had been walking down the sidewalk, wondering if you could catch a cloud, when he saw it...
"It" was a pile of multi-colored junk laying in the opening of an alley-way. He wondered...what could that possibly be? So many colors...so many amazing things! He wandered over and poked it with the toe of his sneakers. When nothing happened, he turned to go. However, he began to think...what would happen if he just JUMPED in it? What happened when he did it? Did he become a superhero? Did he die? Did he get transported to another dimension? No. But he's not invited to many parties, anymore.
The Original Communist wrote the above story for a colour barf avatar that I did not save &/3
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Thank you to all who have made me poems or stories, you have such wonderful talents =) and to those of you who have and it isn't up here, I must have forgoten to put it up, I am thankful of your time speant on the story or poem. <3
Mia.
Click.
Miasma. The gas rises from the swamp, like smoke from the chimney. It comes to suffocate you. Running over the air, polluting all that it passes. Run all you might, it will find you.
Thank you, Azur! *hugs*
Miasma. The gas rises from the swamp, like smoke from the chimney. It comes to suffocate you. Running over the air, polluting all that it passes. Run all you might, it will find you.
Thank you, Azur! *hugs*
