lyric game fing

[joshmay]

okay, the older members may remember this thread of long ago. i think, by misprint, it was called "lyric game fing" but i named this that for authenticity. i searched MX and with the new VB3 the thread is gone, so i decided to start a new one. the old one was near 1,000 posts long. the rules are simple, the game is fun.

the post above you should contain four words....any four words that the poster chooses...random or meaningful, whatever...

okay say the first four to start us out are:::


how
now
brown
cow

the words dont have to rhyme, thats just an example. now in the next post, the person would post a 4 line stanza with those words . 1 in each line...

okay say that post may be

how do i spontaneously erect
a signet in this environment now
amidst a world of putrid browns
the flies engulf the nearest cow carcass


(And then the next four words)

why
crimson
purity
fades


and the cycle continues, so on and so forth. post away.... i suppose i will make the first four words


why
crimson
purity
fades

[TheOpeningAct101]

why is life the way it is
a deep shade of crimson
were purity is a dirty word
and our reality fades

now
right
fight
empty

Now I question my reality,
Am I doing what is right?
Why do I bother to fight
And live an empty life.

Tragedy
Night
Door
End

[A Torn Theory]

now that the ground has turned
axis set right at the x mark
we'll fight for the firsthand
of a chest buried empty

Crap, what happens when we post at the same time?

[TheOpeningAct101]

ill start again.

my life being played out as a tragedy
in the dead of night
waiting for the door to be unlocked
only realizing my own end

day
run
happens
family

[A Torn Theory]

who knows...

[A Torn Theory]

i wait for the day the routine breaks
when i won't run into the mirror for a handshake
because it happens too often for me to say
this family portrait reflects only a single display

rely
well
contrast
monarchy

[TheOpeningAct101]

you didint do any new words?!

[TheOpeningAct101]

That was wierd. i take that back.

[A Torn Theory]

i tried, my computer keeps saying "fatal error" when i post stuff...so i edited it and posted the words

[TheOpeningAct101]

is there anything we can rely on
a well full of dreams i will never have
instead i have the contrast
of a modern monarch
(sorry this one sucks so much)

tommorow
wasted
late
fate

[A Torn Theory]

the next tomorrow will be known as
just another wasted day of my life
where a second chance is too late
to save the fate i've been handed

allow
embark
cut
collide

[joshmay]

this will go smooth quickly...first post with the correct words and such counts...second one has obligation to edit/delete.


why do you allow this to continue?
they embark upon a fool;s pursuit
unknowingly cut themselves from humanity
how do such similar wills collide?

vague
necessity
begets
perception

[drifting away]

These vague thought leave me
for though a necessity to live
sex begets to life
the perception of a better tomarrow

gone
yet
forgot
none

[A Torn Theory]

and the visions of good are long gone
whisked into a yet another dream
forgotten within a 5 minute sleep
none of my thoughts break the mold

holding
bottle
smarter
dispose

[BlacklightGuitarist]

I can't let go while holding on,
The bottle begs, a new day gone,
Smarter than the days before,
Dispose of this plastic war.

Save
Destroy
Transparent
Collide

[A Torn Theory]

so save my sweat in a cloth so dry
and i'll destroy what i've yet to find
the transparent ghosts of future come
collide into walls, they're still alive

bar
uniform
identified
panic

[BlacklightGuitarist]

Set the bar and jump the wall,
Uniform that makes you whole,
The sweat and tears identified,
As panic leaves you petrified

Black
Tuesday
Science
Plasmic

[A Torn Theory]

well the black is dwelling in a familiar hole
where wednesdays don't live up to tuesdays
and science is not set apart from religion
it's just marching on in this plasmic revolution