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forrest.livingston8
05-30-2014, 04:05 PM
This is a relatively simple game. The goal is that you will reply to the last post in poetic versus (you may decide the exact specifics, don't worry about rhyming or whatnot if you don't want to) to continue it. If possible, try and continue the entire collaboration, but at some point this will have tangeted far beyond that.

If someone replies to the same post, the last reply is the one that counts. Try to avoid replying to a post if there is already a reply to it, but if someone posts something you cannot reply to, feel free to skip them. This is to keep from having issues with duplication, as it does not matter!

Let's try and limit it to ten lines at the most, per person. Any more, and I'll end up spewing you all with ten thousand characters, and no one wants that.

I will start:




Out beyond the deepest depths of the ocean fair
Lays a mountain recently made bare

From down the mountains smooth slopes lay
A valley a-glisten from the heat of the day

In the heart of this fair valley is found
A flower with roots all of the way to the mound

Deep lays the structure of this delicate bud
Filled with desire for more than wet mud

This flower, pure and untainted, or so it would have you think
As all it wants is you to take a deep drink

Of the lusty liquid that overflows it in wait
For the soon coming day when it is left to its fate

Shibari
05-30-2014, 04:15 PM
The flower has yet to awake
From sleepless nights its made to wait

Captured out from the darkest of nights
Only to return to the lightest of lights

Its held in bundles of love
Caught with the finger tips of lust

In lust it grows and builds
Down at ones knees that kneels

To be captured again and again
But only to see no end

To this life of wait and re-growth
Back to the mountains it stands
On the ground so holy of most
Untill next time it grows
Until next time it waits
For that lustful day
That tastful date

(Probably thw worst peace of writing ive wrote)

IceMaiden
05-30-2014, 04:27 PM
Out beyond the deepest depths of the ocean fair
Lays a mountain recently made bare

From down the mountains smooth slopes lay
A valley a-glisten from the heat of the day

In the heart of this fair valley is found
A flower with roots all of the way to the mound

Deep lays the structure of this delicate bud
Filled with desire for more than wet mud

This flower, pure and untainted, or so it would have you think
As all it wants is you to take a deep drink

Of the lusty liquid that overflows it in wait
For the soon coming day when it is left to its fate

The flower has yet to awake
From sleepless nights its made to wait

Captured out from the darkest of nights
Only to return to the lightest of lights

Its held in bundles of love
Caught with the finger tips of lust

In lust it grows and builds
Down at ones knees that kneels

To be captured again and again
But only to see no end

To this life of wait and re-growth
Back to the mountains it stands
On the ground so holy of most
Untill next time it grows
Until next time it waits
For that lustful day
That tastful date
~~

That lustful day is long in coming
yet that flower keeps on growing
beautiful colours, why, they do shine!
appraising their art, knowing they are divine
such beauty to behold, such glorious splendour
overtaken by the sight, can't help but surrender

Sindrato
05-30-2014, 04:41 PM
(Did you actually tag it with "Communism"? :D )

Ah, the overwhelming sight that made,
Even fair Paris test his fate.
And even as he fell to the spear,
He was still drunk, he knew no fear.

Yet, hold, this day shall not be so grim,
And only in pleasure one shall scream.
While this tear-shaped butterfly spreads it's wings,
To acknowledge accordingly the king of kings.

Edit: Oh, damn, I was answering to the original post. Please ignore this while I edit it again to answer the new ones.

Second edit: Well, it fits all right here, too, so let's keep it as it is.

forrest.livingston8
05-30-2014, 09:11 PM
For the pleasure of the king of kings
Shall be know to be the sing
Of the flogger and the whip
Across the mount and aft of the ship

The bottom, fair, will be turned bright red
In this feeling shall the flower be wed
For the greed of lust, twisted and beautiful to see
Is what causes the tides of the sea.

Shibari
05-31-2014, 04:01 AM
Crashing waves over the buds of a new life tree
It grows beneath the rocks
As ones bottom is sore, red, but glowing for me
The ship must rest at the docks

At the docks it rests
With harvesting hands
Exploring new land
Revealing the beauty of untouched kind
Taking, leading demands
It strips ones purity
From the bud of flower
To lust and to devourer
To prefect ones land
We must explore... More
With ones hand

Sindrato
05-31-2014, 12:00 PM
Ah, the hand can find what King can miss,
The sounds of screamed, deviant profanity.
Yet as hand elicits the undesired kiss,
The flower is pushed to the brink of insanity.

Behold; the true beauty of all things fair!
The true splendor of writhing screams.
Only the hand, with stern, gentle care,
Can unveil the agony locked in one's dreams.

forrest.livingston8
06-04-2014, 09:37 AM
And forth come the dreams anew
colors, shapes, sounds, smells too
Divisibility of legs, yet subtraction of no desire
Multiplication of lust, and the addition of the spark of fire

Flood on fallow land
The bud, completed, renewed
Ends and begins, again.

rossesred
06-07-2014, 04:01 PM
Morning dew on the renewed blooming bud
spreading lavish scent of sweet perfume
Leaves trembling with the imminent approach
knowing its been sensed by the unknown
Petals immovably bound to its heart
struggling but choosing to condone

That first light shone upon the glade
ripped open the rose with a harsh suede
Wet with every drop of fresh blood
writhing in the lovely pleasure of agony
Will the pain and love entwine?
or it shall break in despair