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    (Original post by Rosaknows)
    In your picture you're looking very musical,
    Mostly because of your guitar
    My rhymes are too hot for you,
    So go eat a sitar
    You're a very flirty guy,
    Some may say,
    But the alarms are pounding for you to go again
    Try again another day.
    Rhymes - too hot for me?
    Obviously another singing stud you see.
    My lines and lyrics never miss a trick,
    Drink me up too fast and you'll make yourself sick.
    Think you make yourself sound diverse,
    But I really can't think of anything worse.
    Than trading my beautiful Yamaha piece,
    For an Indian knock-off on a one-pound lease.
    So take your culture and keep it awhile,
    All I wanna see is your beautiful smile.
    That and the fact you can speak German,
    Because... Well who doesn't love a chick who studies languages?


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    (Original post by AngusJ)
    Rhymes - too hot for me?
    Obviously another singing stud you see.
    My lines and lyrics never miss a trick,
    Drink me up too fast and you'll make yourself sick.
    Think you make yourself sound diverse,
    But I really can't think of anything worse.
    Than trading my beautiful Yamaha piece,
    For an Indian knock-off on a one-pound lease.
    So take your culture and keep it awhile,
    All I wanna see is your beautiful smile.
    That and the fact you can speak German,
    Because... Well who doesn't love a chick who studies languages?


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    The time is ticking it's almost three o'clock
    Your lyrics are so good I wanna play them on my dock,
    As for your compliment I will accept it graciously
    For you have flirted so courageously,
    With such a girl as I who likes to play such games
    But keep in mind I am not one to be tamed
    You like linguistic girls? I like the musicians
    Yet, Conquering me will be your greatest mission.
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    (Original post by Rosaknows)
    The time is ticking it's almost three o'clock
    Your lyrics are so good I wanna play them on my dock,
    As for your compliment I will accept it graciously
    For you have flirted so courageously,
    With such a girl as I who likes to play such games
    But keep in mind I am not one to be tamed
    You like linguistic girls? I like the musicians
    Yet, Conquering me will be your greatest mission.
    What makes me think that you're worth this work?
    I suppose at the least your rhymes have a quirk.
    But theirs something about you, something unique,
    I'm trying to glean things from the the lines you speak.
    But you're like a book, closed but for password holders,
    I'm trying to climb your doorstep boulders.
    Please let me in, tell me something deep,
    As until you do, I fear I won't sleep....

    On the music note: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rdwembQpAs - this either totally in or totally against my favour.
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    (Original post by AngusJ)
    What makes me think that you're worth this work?
    I suppose at the least your rhymes have a quirk.
    But theirs something about you, something unique,
    I'm trying to glean things from the the lines you speak.
    But you're like a book, closed but for password holders,
    I'm trying to climb your doorstep boulders.
    Please let me in, tell me something deep,
    As until you do, I fear I won't sleep....

    On the music note: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rdwembQpAs - this either totally in or totally against my favour.
    No one has the password but me
    Flattered as though I may be,
    Just let the insomnia kick into you,
    For you will never have a clue,
    About the chamber of secrets that is my heart,
    Even after the time you depart
    For although I'm quirky and unique,
    As a metalhead it is how I speak,
    Something deep is what you want,
    Something deep is what you will get,
    Deeper than the ocean, deeper than the sea,
    But sadly that won't be from me.


    Good voice, poor choice of song although I like the link between Pompeii and my first poem haha
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    (Original post by Rosaknows)
    No one has the password but me
    Flattered as though I may be,
    Just let the insomnia kick into you,
    For you will never have a clue,
    About the chamber of secrets that is my heart,
    Even after the time you depart
    For although I'm quirky and unique,
    As a metalhead it is how I speak,
    Something deep is what you want,
    Something deep is what you will get,
    Deeper than the ocean, deeper than the sea,
    But sadly that won't be from me.


    Good voice, poor choice in song although I like the link between Pompeii and my first poem haha
    Baby, please don't dangle the dream,
    Not knowing you just make me wanna scream,
    You mysterious ness has made me curious,
    And now all you're doing is driving me furious.
    If nothing else, answer this please,
    And try to do so without being a tease!
    What on earth is a 'metal head'.
    A person living under a tin slate shed?
    Give me something, if short of gold,
    This longing already makes me feel tired and old...

    It's not the best cover I've ever done but I'm glad you think so. Yeah, I recorded it specially
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    (Original post by AngusJ)
    Baby, please don't dangle the dream,
    Not knowing you just make me wanna scream,
    You mysterious ness has made me curious,
    And now all you're doing is driving me furious.
    If nothing else, answer this please,
    And try to do so without being a tease!
    What on earth is a 'metal head'.
    A person living under a tin slate shed?
    Give me something, if short of gold,
    This longing already makes me feel tired and old...

    It's not the best cover I've ever done but I'm glad you think so. Yeah, I recorded it specially
    A metalhead, my friend, is not what you think,
    It is a term used for those, who into darkness they sink,
    As into iron maiden and Metallica they are,
    For that is the best genre by far
    As for mystery it works a charm,
    Luring you into where there is harm,
    For not even your lyrics can save two
    Hearts, into the cradle of filth I will lead you.

    (Please note how I mentioned three bands like a lyrical pro)
    And I can tell haha
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    (Original post by Rosaknows)
    A metalhead, my friend, is not what you think,
    It is a term used for those, who into darkness they sink,
    As into iron maiden and Metallica they are,
    For that is the best genre by far
    As for mystery it works a charm,
    Luring you into where there is harm,
    For not even your lyrics can save two
    Hearts, into the cradle of filth I will lead you.

    (Please note how I mentioned three bands like a lyrical pro)
    And I can tell haha
    I can't say that they're my cup of tea,
    But I'm open minded so let me see,
    Maybe my boyish wit and charm,
    Could lift you from hose depths of harm.
    I'll have you duetting James Blunt in days,
    You just have to trust me and the things I say.
    It won't be easy, you'll think me unkind,
    But try and slip from sight and mind.
    I live each day trying to spread the smiles,
    And imagining you under blackened tiles,
    I want to wash that filth away,
    All you have to do is trust me...and play.
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    (Original post by AngusJ)
    I can't say that they're my cup of tea,
    But I'm open minded so let me see,
    Maybe my boyish wit and charm,
    Could lift you from hose depths of harm.
    I'll have you duetting James Blunt in days,
    You just have to trust me and the things I say.
    It won't be easy, you'll think me unkind,
    But try and slip from sight and mind.
    I live each day trying to spread the smiles,
    And imagining you under blackened tiles,
    I want to wash that filth away,
    All you have to do is trust me...and play.
    A cup of tea is what I'll make,
    Flavoured with metal is what I take,
    Against your classic guitar, my electric,
    Damn right I may seem a bit eccentric
    Although I'm in the darkness I'm bright with friends,
    Making them laugh until no end
    For my armour is raised, shielding hate,
    Like Caesars army against the senate
    You'll think I'm unfair being so closed
    Letting you suffer while I'm composed,
    But as he rightly said, 'veni, vidi, Vici',
    I'll never be conquered, you see.


    On that note I must bid you farewell, have to wake up early tomorrow to revise.. When I say early I mean 11am D:
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    (Original post by Rosaknows)
    A cup of tea is what I'll make,
    Flavoured with metal is what I take,
    Against your classic guitar, my electric,
    Damn right I may seem a bit eccentric
    Although I'm in the darkness I'm bright with friends,
    Making them laugh until no end
    For my armour is raised, shielding hate,
    Like Caesars army against the senate
    You'll think I'm unfair being so closed
    Letting you suffer while I'm composed,
    But as he rightly said, 'veni, vidi, Vici',
    I'll never be conquered, you see.
    Classical? Don't give me that.
    Do you see me wearing a bowler hat?
    I'm gonna be a pop sensation,
    No eccentricity to fuel my frustrations.
    When people talk of groups I have my place,
    I adopt role of funny one, that's my space.
    Spreading the giggles and the rib age rattles.
    But you've got the humour of bulletproof cattle.
    It's a metaphor, you've got to open up,
    Be an emotional whore you pup.
    Learn to learn and connect with others,
    For all you know I'm your long lost brother.
    And when I'm gone you might regret saying bye,
    And watching this relationship crumple and die....
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    (Original post by AngusJ)
    Classical? Don't give me that.
    Do you see me wearing a bowler hat?
    I'm gonna be a pop sensation,
    No eccentricity to fuel my frustrations.
    When people talk of groups I have my place,
    I adopt role of funny one, that's my space.
    Spreading the giggles and the rib age rattles.
    But you've got the humour of bulletproof cattle.
    It's a metaphor, you've got to open up,
    Be an emotional whore you pup.
    Learn to learn and connect with others,
    For all you know I'm your long lost brother.
    And when I'm gone you might regret saying bye,
    And watching this relationship crumple and die....
    Bulletproof cattle? I think not,
    In reality I'm the laughing stock
    In a good way of course, it is true,
    However my humour may be too dark for you,
    Connecting is what I'm doing,
    Through my rhymes I'm pursuing
    This conversation that we are having,
    When right now I am laughing.
    This relationship is merely temporary,
    The Internet is acting as our messaging fairy,
    But for now I must go,
    I'll see you through this unsightly glow (that is my iPad)
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    dan dat.
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    Wouldn't it be wonderful if football,
    if sport,
    that was the worldwide religion.
    And we did away with all these gods,
    And what they make you wear at different times,
    And what you can eat at different times,
    And how you treat women.
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    (Original post by AngusJ)
    I read a post by the Ultimate_Geek,
    Couldn't help but suggest a tweak.
    Bob might be an easy name to rhyme,
    But let's be honest, it's far from sublime.
    So from now on please do try a little bit more,
    Or there's really no point in my keeping score.
    I've offered this battle yet you make it one-sided,
    Give it me back and we can make communities divided....

    GO!


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    If you wish to start a battle,
    Of witty rhyme, I have no doubt,
    That it is you who will start to prattle,
    It is you who will cry and shout.

    You want a challenge? Show it,
    Please bring your biggest bluff.
    For there is no sharper poet,
    none who're made of stouter stuff.

    See your words they start to crumble,
    Watch your vocab. turn to dust.
    Hear your boasts become a mumble,
    Observe your wits begin to rust.

    I see your dare and raise you,
    Your stakes were low and crass.
    You can't back down if you want to,
    'Cause now I own your filthy ass.
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    (Original post by The_Last_Melon)
    Laughing at my calamity,
    I'll laugh at your success!
    You fooled a fool now who's the best?
    I'm not you and you're not me so leave me be.
    You ****ing tree.

    Ever so sweet
    She reads
    As her words release
    A sense of relief
    Perceived to conquer her fear



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    You worked your hands till dry and calloused,
    The dry sails sat still for the ballast,
    Bright blue eyes dreamed of so much,
    His face was as real to you as his touch,
    I'll never know life when it snaps my face,
    Pushes the meaning into the pocket of Grace.

    O'er the glen and sunset in dark,
    Like radiant greens and veiled tree bark,
    I caressed her hands for fear she walks,
    Two hessian sacks three crooked forks,
    Only the birdsong that she remembers,
    From warmth of June, till cold of December.
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    Everytime I see you
    I feel like I just got told
    that it's a snow day
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    (Original post by AngusJ)
    Classical? Don't give me that.
    Do you see me wearing a bowler hat?
    I'm gonna be a pop sensation,
    No eccentricity to fuel my frustrations.
    When people talk of groups I have my place,
    I adopt role of funny one, that's my space.
    Spreading the giggles and the rib age rattles.
    But you've got the humour of bulletproof cattle.
    It's a metaphor, you've got to open up,
    Be an emotional whore you pup.
    Learn to learn and connect with others,
    For all you know I'm your long lost brother.
    And when I'm gone you might regret saying bye,
    And watching this relationship crumple and die....
    I've never used the word "dope" before, but it seems fitting here. DOPE.
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    Left, Down, Right, Up,
    Could I really give a ****,
    Oh well, it's just a game,
    to stop me from going insane.

    Sphincter.
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    What am I doing on this thread?
    Surely this will not end well,
    Carefully I should tread,
    Or I will burn in a poet's hell.

    I love reading what others write,
    It brings tears of joy to my eyes,
    To see people who can spell and rhyme is a delight,
    I am not telling lies.
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    Scrolling through, I really must say,
    That most of you guys did a pretty good job.
    But seeing just how bored I am today,
    I believe I shall join this rambunctious mob.

    Crafting and weaving with my wordsmith's wit,
    Stomping and strutting with gilded aureation,
    I still manage to sound poetic and not like some rapping sh*t.
    So go right ahead with that standing ovation.

    :cool:
 
 
 
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