Phenom | Kingz | Dabatos | TonySelf | Tha Q | Half Breed | Tito | 7th End | RV Radio |
04-05-05, 06:00 AM | #1 | ||||||
|
Write To This Picture: April '05
IP: 33DE 730C
Write to this picture by Andy Hixon for April:
__________________
|
||||||
04-07-05, 07:03 PM | #2 | |||||
The Epitome Of Greatness
|
IP: 3240 794D
First time doing this and im bored so here it is..
The hands of earth caress our minds in their fingers Concreting away all the dreadful events that linger Rosen from a ground of stone, meant to stand alone But in my mind we wish that the hand was gone Away from our thoughts, that they control aggressively But knowing another hand is near is what is next to me Another hand to hold me in the air to direct my movement Fingers of granite, pushing me away from a pain so grueling But one falls, and the next moment the hand has left So now the mind of stone, has slowly pained to death And the other two are alone, sadly grieving in sorrow Because the hand that left, wont be there tomorrow The sky turns dark blue, and the tears dry painlessly The sorrow that was once there, still remains in me But now my hand has to follow its fingers to a mind And hope with patience the fragile brain will climb To a irresistable desolate area of hay and solemn granite Where the hand is the earth and the mind is the planet. 10 mins not too bad
__________________
RV's Only 3 Time Topical Tourney Champion |
|||||
04-16-05, 08:05 PM | #3 | ||||||
Light Weight
|
IP: 293A 7153
Minacious faces carved in granite weathered by the elements
While the blatant stares and pointed fingers are simply just irrelevant Hardened features and chiseled cheeks reflect the landscape As the ground-dwellers poke fun and ridicule a man's shape Huddled together, the tenacious trifecta sits in stone silence While the fourth flawed face lies as a victim of known violence One turned in shame, the other in the process of retreat Yet one remains defiant with eyes that can't see defeat |
||||||
04-22-05, 10:41 PM | #4 | ||||
New to RV
|
IP: 4369 8C81
Somber civilians get stoned when the fingers point roughly,
Carving the face, damaging the decrepit superficial's ugly, Earth sleeps and snores violence, it's drool is the grass, The sky painting disheveled figures of systems of class, Homosapiens are dices, being roled by hands of signs, They will make you see low, fluttery, suddenly, utterly minds, Protruding through the devil's revelling level of heavenly rebels, Fallen angels, it's painful, like a car's wheels when the pedals settle, There can not be a chosen one, unless your the soul survivor, Webbing like a spider, a viper's infections of suicidal and vital idols, |
||||
Thread Tools | Search this Thread |
Display Modes | |
|
|