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Poetry about forum members

Altmer's poems are among the better ones to be found here... Although I'm not a big fan of most poetry, I have to admit. Not even my own.

Espeon's Intestines

What do I see in you, Espeon?
I see...
...the noble Iron Locust, feeding on my death's construction,
scattered throughout the world,
like the radioactive element Mendelevium,
seeping into my skin
like - like a giant meat-eating slug!
drawing on the energies of the Twisting Nether,
growing ever more corpulent, as though you were
the very personification of the little village of Trebanog,
searching for me, and -
 
Okay, I can't resist any longer. I would be very curious to see what you'd write about me. 8)
 
When opal's Eyes Met His

Do you remember that time
When you saw each other in real life
And your eyes met his
And you suddenly knew what the rest of your life would be like?
And do you remember what you said to me
And what I said to you
And which one of us couldn't take it?
And do you remember -
And do you remember what became of you two
And what became of me?
And do you ever look back
And wonder to yourself:
"Did I do the right thing?"
And when you realize that you made the only choice you could
And when you realize that there never was a choice to make
That's when you look at me
And your eyes meet mine
And you know what you've done to me
But it doesn't matter, because
You did what you had to
And you're happy now
And I'm unhappy now
And I think that, deep down inside, it's tearing you apart
You can't sleep at night
Just like me!
But you know what you want...
You want WHAT I WANT
But only one of us can -
can -
And sometimes I miss you and you miss me
But you never miss me as much as you would miss him
And as I write this I am all alone and slowly dying
And I don't think you'll understand
But I type away
Furious
Desperately trying to -
trying to -
And I don't know what I'm trying to do
But I hate you
And...
this is degenerating...
into...
something...
else...
i miss...
 
I'd ask for a poem about me, but, y'know, it'd probably be some sort of sarcastic insult-fest, so I won't bother.
 
Aah. I didn't notice that one. Probably because I only did a Find of 'Zephyrous'.

Now, ah, it's pretty good. And accurate. Apart from 'Blood and gore', where did that come from?
 
Hilarious. Tailsy. *Snicker*

Genius. Though, I suppose I enjoy poems more than most people because I can't write worth garbanzo beans.
 
Even if you don't know me that well, would you maybe try a poem about little WUE? It'll just be a challenge to test your skills!

...Or if you don't want to, it's fine.
 
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Alright. Alright, then. *rubs palms together*

Terry and the Lords of the Underworld

TERRY!

TERRY, LIVIN' A LIE!

DWAH, D'GUH!

DUUUH, DAAH!

(The Lords of the Underworld
Darkness fills my heart with pain)

TERRY!

(And when girls start to sleep with girls
Beelzebub will rise again)

TERRY, LIVE A LIE!

DAH YUB BAH DUB DUB TER-RY!

YEAH DWUH DWOH!

TERRY!

(The Lords of the Underworld
Darkness fills my heart with pain)

TERRY!

(And when girls start to sleep with girls
Diophyosis will rise again)

DUH TERRY BREAK IT DOWN!

HEAAAA!

TERRY!

GUUUUUH!

TERRY!

TER-RYYYY

TER-RYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...

TERRY!

TERRY, LIVIN' A LIE!

DAH BUP DOODAH!

HUH, DUH!

(The Lords of the Underworld
Darkness fills my heart with pain)

TERRY!

(And when girls start to sleep with girls)

TERRY, TERRY!

(Beelzebub will rise again)

TERRY.

Pokémon bit?
 
Terry T, what Music Dragon decides to put in his poem about you is completely his choice. If you want to write a poem about yourself which involves Pokémon, be my guest. Otherwise, get out of terryland and realise people aren't going to write what you want them to write and will write what they want to write about you.
 
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