If you want to read the contenders for past chapters (and read ALL the non-winning stories for the first book), register for an account! It's free, easy, and safe!
And what kind of author wouldn't give you samples of his first book?
All this and more can be found in: Mentally Incontinent The first book from this website
Would you like to be notified when new stories come out? Want to read all the stories that didn't make it into the last chapter (or the rest of the book... Or the last book)? Register or Login!
The Forums:
Topics in red are in Anything Goes and may contain mature content. So... You know... Expect the worst.
Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:15 pm Post subject: my first-ish attempt at poetry
a bed of thorns
a long time ago I found
a fickle bed of thorns
and in the midst of danger
there was a single rose
now every day of life
I pass this bed of thorns
and every day I search
for the beauty of the rose
some days its very prominent
and life is full of joy
these are the times I touch it
and thus the pedals grow
some days its quite retracted
beauty within the beast
but I can see its fire
and smell its sweet release
once in every long long while
the rose it seems to vanish
for in the prickly jungle
I cannot feel its peace
now often times its true
the rose is right on top
and everyone can tell
even if they fail to stop
thou when its deep inside
and hidden from their sight
I know the bud exists
still deep within my heart
but when it disappears
to me along with them
these are the times I wonder...
the end. _________________ anything witty is only witty once
For some reason I see it as being in love with a crazy person, or a woman as they're commonly known. I'm serious about the crazy person part though. _________________ <-Tri/_p
You cannot post new topics in this forum You cannot reply to topics in this forum You cannot edit your posts in this forum You cannot delete your posts in this forum You cannot vote in polls in this forum