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Disclaimer: Credit for the above goes to Malinda Kathleen Reese (the person lady who does the Google Translate Sings videos)

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Plagioclase see post above
There is a fine line between genius and madness and I'm not sure on which side IKEAPanda37 is on. I fear for the latter.
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There is a fine line between genius and madness and I'm not sure on which side IKEAPanda37 is on. I fear for the latter.
Let's hope for the former.
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Feelings

Meh.
Urgh.
Argh!
Some words
Words that are not words
They are better for expression.
Sploosh.
Kouchieow.
Emotions need to be expressed.
Be it through pictures,
through words,
through words that are not words
Love
Hate
Rejection
Grief
All in a day,
Cannot be expressed using language alone
Gibba Gibba
Gibba Gibba
Namee Namee Noomee Nee
Lang Lang
KANCK!
What do these words mean?
They mean how they sound
They sound how they are meant
Walla Walla Mee Moo
Yonking.
Some words are just funny
Goggles
Ointment
Expunge
These words test your teeth and twist your tongue
Emotions are too vast,
too deep
too complex
to be expressed logically.

Say coo to the pigeons for me.


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(Original post by 04MR17)
Feelings

Meh.
Urgh.
Argh!
Some words
Words that are not words
They are better for expression.
Sploosh.
Kouchieow.
Emotions need to be expressed.
Be it through pictures,
through words,
through words that are not words
Love
Hate
Rejection
Grief
All in a day,
Cannot be expressed using language alone
Gibba Gibba
Gibba Gibba
Namee Namee Noomee Nee
Lang Lang
KANCK!
What do these words mean?
They mean how they sound
They sound how they are meant
Walla Walla Mee Moo
Yonking.
Some words are just funny
Goggles
Ointment
Expunge
These words test your teeth and twist your tongue
Emotions are too vast,
too deep
too complex
to be expressed logically.

Say coo to the pigeons for me.


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:bump: So I can access this thread easily later on.
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If I'm offensive to haribo lady then lost ear boy will have to get mad otherwise haribo queen and her sidekick japanese Sakura will smite thee boy who will have then 2 lost ears

~ Courtesy of Kraggor :rofl:
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The Tale of Calcium878
Calcium878 was always rather keen and nerdy, so much so that at the beginning of last September he was made minimod of the universities section of TSR, before he'd even begun applying to universities. Soon enough he showed himself to have a bit of a fetish for answering post reports, although he also managed to put all the posts about maths past papers in the contraception thread. After many months of doing everything he could to become a global mod (including flirting excessively with LPK), he was offered the opportunity to become one, and began tackling every single post report on the site. Soon enough, though, it became too much for him, and it was taking over his life, like a malignant tumour in HTML form. Finally Calcium878 burnt out. He could no longer answer any post reports, and his life was reduced to hanging around parks, drinking his favourite tipple (Malibu) from the bottle, and generally looking like a geeky hobo. The moral of the story: TSR can ruin your life if you take it too seriously. Don't do what calcium did, because no-one likes a geeky hobo.
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The Tale of Calcium878
Calcium878 was always rather keen and nerdy, so much so that at the beginning of last September he was made minimod of the universities section of TSR, before he'd even begun applying to universities. Soon enough he showed himself to have a bit of a fetish for answering post reports, although he also managed to put all the posts about maths past papers in the contraception thread. After many months of doing everything he could to become a global mod (including flirting excessively with LPK), he was offered the opportunity to become one, and began tackling every single post report on the site. Soon enough, though, it became too much for him, and it was taking over his life, like a malignant tumour in HTML form. Finally Calcium878 burnt out. He could no longer answer any post reports, and his life was reduced to hanging around parks, drinking his favourite tipple (Malibu) from the bottle, and generally looking like a geeky hobo. The moral of the story: TSR can ruin your life if you take it too seriously. Don't do what calcium did, because no-one likes a geeky hobo.
And above all else, dont rep and drive.
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The airplane monologue

So here we are.
In the air,
Take off made a strange noise. Got a bit worried there!
This one's going to Italy.
Out Oui.
Girl opposite is watching a film, Breakfast club. I'm watching too hehe.
Seatbelt sign just gone off. Incoming rush to the toilet.
Yep. Two people just sprint past me.
Now they're getting all their bags from the overhead compartment.
Desperate to get those sweets they bought at WHSmith.
Here come the trolley dollies. Paninis, hot food orders, apparently on he menu today is chicken Tikka Masala, Lasagne and Chilli con carne.

2 more people up for the loo.
Ooh! And the first sick bag is being dispensed!
Congratulations to the customer pin seat 14F. And commiserations to the poor sods sitting next to them.
Dad just got up to join the toilet queue.
Woman sat next to me is foreign. At least, her texts aren't English anyhow. She's currently got her leather jacket over her head. Hope she's alright.
I'm doing the very British thing of absolutely nothing.
The people in front are American. Give me strength! That's not me being racist to any Americans in the audience. I don't dislike all of you; just most of you. Screaming baby #1 is piping up. Brilliant.

Trolly Dollies are coming along with the crisps. I presume the paninis are currently in the microwave. Leather Jacket head has decided to use the little table as a pillow. The Americans are cold. Bring a jumper to Manchester next time! The breakfast club is kicking off. Apparently, there's a character called bender. According to the subtitles.
Dude by the window has adopted a praying position with his hands. Clearly not a confident flyer - this isn't remotely turbulent.

Italian cabin crew man can't understand his Mancunian colleague. The Americans are passing round the Pringles. Everyone in Breakfast club is falling in love.

Film's ended.

Leather jacket wan still looks deceased. Film girl has started another one. Something's crashed in Norway, that's the plot so far.
Hot food is being dished out now. The microwave say Ping!
Any Rubbish?
John Hurt's having a sword fight.
Cute Italian Cabin Crew bloke is giving out scratch cards for a charity.
He film is "outlander" apparently.
Leather head girl has a friend, now she's ran off to join her.
Outlander looks like Lord of the Ringa spin off.
Oh. Seat belt sign back on. Looks like turbulence heading our way.
Woman has returned to under her leather jacket.
I smell... Cheese?!
Cabin crew bloke is hiding in the toilet looks like.
The family behind me are dealing with an exploding pen.
Cue mood lighting!
And the seatbelt signs are back off.
There's now 1... 2... 3; Eight people in the queue for the toilet.
Good grief he's tall.
Just brushed past my shoulder.
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Across the street, the river runs
Down in the gutter, life is slipping away
Love may still exist in another place
Running undercover of a helicopter blade
The flames are getting higher in effigy
Burning down the bridges of my memory
Love may still be alive somewhere, some day
Where they're downing only deer
A hundred steel towns awayOh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
No, never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing

Photographs and kerosene
Light up my darkness, light it up, light it up
I can still feel the touch
Of your thin blue jeans
Running down the alley
I've got my eyes all over you baby, oh baby

Oh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
No, never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
rhyOh, I've got lightning in my veins
Shifting like the handle of a slot machine
Love may still exist in another place
I'm just yanking back the handle, no expression on my face

Oh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Oh, never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
The rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
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Labrador99



Across the street, the river runs
Down in the gutter, life is slipping away
Love may still exist in another place
Running undercover of a helicopter blade
The flames are getting higher in effigy
Burning down the bridges of my memory
Love may still be alive somewhere, some day
Where they're downing only deer
A hundred steel towns awayOh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
No, never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing

Photographs and kerosene
Light up my darkness, light it up, light it up
I can still feel the touch
Of your thin blue jeans
Running down the alley
I've got my eyes all over you baby, oh baby

Oh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
No, never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
rhyOh, I've got lightning in my veins
Shifting like the handle of a slot machine
Love may still exist in another place
I'm just yanking back the handle, no expression on my face

Oh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Oh, never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
The rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
Yay your creativity is back :gah:
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Labrador99



Across the street, the river runs
Down in the gutter, life is slipping away
Love may still exist in another place
Running undercover of a helicopter blade
The flames are getting higher in effigy
Burning down the bridges of my memory
Love may still be alive somewhere, some day
Where they're downing only deer
A hundred steel towns awayOh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
No, never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing

Photographs and kerosene
Light up my darkness, light it up, light it up
I can still feel the touch
Of your thin blue jeans
Running down the alley
I've got my eyes all over you baby, oh baby

Oh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
No, never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
rhyOh, I've got lightning in my veins
Shifting like the handle of a slot machine
Love may still exist in another place
I'm just yanking back the handle, no expression on my face

Oh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Oh, never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
The rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam
For I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing
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Yay your creativity is back :gah:
Cheese is here
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Cheese is here
hey :hugs:
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hey :hugs:
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How did I just stumble upon this?

04MR17 this is amazing!
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How did I just stumble upon this?

04MR17 this is amazing!
:fan: You've just reminded me to post the poem I wrote for an open mic recently.
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Love ya MR :ahee:
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Frozen Veg

Chocolate ice cream.
Beep.
Bag of crisps.
Beep.
Apple Juice.
Beep.
Frozen Veg.
Beep.
Bourbon biscuits.
Beep.
Mushrooms.
Beep.
Who are you?
Yeah you, in the queue
You're impatient
I can see it in those complacent eyes,
Selfish, judging. Don't realise
That we are equals, in human form
We've got arms and a chest and one day we were born
There may be some difference: I'm young and you're old
But we're both here in LIDL so no need to be cold

£16.60. I'll pay by card
I've done 2 week's shop without my bank balance scarred
And you with your eyes, and your face, and your sneer
You might be a snob but you're still shopping here
I take my receipt and ready my trolley...
But wait.

Hold on.
That bag, was it mine?
That's the frozen veg.
I can't see it on my trolley.
Is it further down? I can't see, I don't know.
I don't want to leave without the food I've bought.
I place an uncertain hand on it, consumed in thought.
A pause, a silence, the cashier stares
LIDL has stopped for you and your glares
"What are you doing?"
I'm not sure what to say.
I can't even remember who asked me that.
The embarrassment is real.
"Oh. Is this yours?" I ask you politely
Innocently really, though you'll still try to slight me
"Yeah that's mine"
Now I'm truly going red
Turning my trolley in awkwardness to find my frozen veg (and my dignity)
You take my place and your eyes meet mine
And you say, with some scorn, "Tut. You tried"

Tried what?
What?
What do you think I've done?
Who even are you?
Why is it your business what I'm doing?
Can people not make mistakes?
Leave me to my biscuits and crisps and ice cream, and my frozen veg.
I respect you and your food choices, (clearly they're similar).
So yes I'm angry.
Because why me?
You think I'm a thief?
Because I'm young???
Or worse because I LOOK young???

Do me a favour mate, learn some respect.
You've put me off my day with your foul dialect.
I'm a good person. Don't need your validation.
Don't disrespect people who you don't even know.
I leave with my trolley
Bag on my shoulder
The words ringing in my ears
My blood is boiling
Who knew LIDL could be so emotive?

So let me tell you,
And all those like you,
Something about young people.
That we may make mistakes, we may do things wrong
We may learn from these moments to help us stay strong.
That we have feelings, rights and views
And our voice in this world can't be abused
Because we are the future, and boy that feels weird
And you won't be there, with your face; or your beard.
I'm very polite
Wouldn't hurt a fly
But you angered me
I cannot deny
All of us have, a little voice inside
Called true feelings, that we like to hide
And I will tell you, here in this place
The thoughts I now have
About you, with your face
Sit down and listen, and don't scoff
Whilst I tell you, very nicely, to **** off.
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^ New poem

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