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I've been a lurker here a while, enjoyed reading yer posts, thought about doing something for the SSC but decided most (ok, all) my stories would get me in trouble with the Mods.
Couldn't think what to post, didn't want to do the standard crappy "hiya", so thought I'd post one of my bad 'poems' from years back. Here it is :
Despair
Despair, that dark rose which blooms
Inside my soul, filled with hateful life
Like the dead, restless in their tombs.
Ripping, tearing, sorrow runs rife,
Self proclaimed master, Lord of Strife.
Like the dark of midnight, it embraces
Me, enfolds me, holds me tight,
Devourer of hope, destroyer of light.
Yesterday is sorrow, the future erased,
Joy is a shadow, my dreams are misplaced,
Tomorrow's my funeral, despair is my veil,
My hopes are forgotten, I'm living in hell.
> Why, howdy do :D
>
> I like that poem, very deep...
> I like your name aswell, reminds me of a play,
> Sinderella
>
> Can I ask why you're a New User after 18 days? It took me 30
> days!
Hehe ty Sunflower and ello :)
Pretty certain I have that play in the old collection somewhere :) Name Sinnocent unfortunately comes from a bad irc joke and nothing so classy though.
I must have jumped the queue to new user - bribery, corruption, just plain impatient? Who knows, not me lol.
I like that poem, very deep...
I like your name aswell, reminds me of a play, Sinderella
Can I ask why you're a New User after 18 days? It took me 30 days!
I've been a lurker here a while, enjoyed reading yer posts, thought about doing something for the SSC but decided most (ok, all) my stories would get me in trouble with the Mods.
Couldn't think what to post, didn't want to do the standard crappy "hiya", so thought I'd post one of my bad 'poems' from years back. Here it is :
Despair
Despair, that dark rose which blooms
Inside my soul, filled with hateful life
Like the dead, restless in their tombs.
Ripping, tearing, sorrow runs rife,
Self proclaimed master, Lord of Strife.
Like the dark of midnight, it embraces
Me, enfolds me, holds me tight,
Devourer of hope, destroyer of light.
Yesterday is sorrow, the future erased,
Joy is a shadow, my dreams are misplaced,
Tomorrow's my funeral, despair is my veil,
My hopes are forgotten, I'm living in hell.