Different type of competition

Write about having fun and shit
I'm tired of bieng deppressed
Write about the funnest things to do
No deppresing stuff, no love, no pain, no loss, no rape shit, no sex shit
500 word limit
No entry limit
I'm bieng nice ;D

Haruhi888 said:
Write about the funnest things to do


Any suggestions?

like write about having fun with friends going to a party just nothing deppressing or love and crap too much of that shit on here

Ok. Guess I'll sit this one out.

raising your hands up torwards the sky
do not fear getting your hands dyed red
by the setting sun on the horizon
after spending day after day with you
stepping over warrior's corpses
accumulated over time, finally reaching the peak
we will surpass our goal which is the tower
raise our hands up torwards the sky
i want to soar through the sky
through the fierce winds, blowing torwards the moon
using the last bit of magic left

______________
im really not good at happy poems
but i gave it my best shot :)

i can smile
because i have a reason
i can shine
because someone cares
i can laugh
because someone told me a joke
i can giggle
because i know that someone will be
waiting at home

all i just said are lies
because when i walk in
and the house is dark
a little piece of me dies
but someday
ill make these true
ill make them real
and then i wont have to
frown anymore

_-_-_-_-_-_-_
i guess this is kinda sad
but its kinda happy too
-_-_-_-_-_-_-

my 2nd post x)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

i moved past
all the things
that brought
me down
i ignored
all the things
you said to
make me hurt
but i will
never forget
the painful
past that
made me need
to ignore
what you say
but i guess
i can pretend
to be happy
maybe one
day it will
be a real
emotion

Your Time You Have Sold



It is just a thought,                                        
Only a thought...                                            


Say, if I had wings

The sky my home

Birds my friends

And gravity was gone..                                                                        


say, if I could spit fire

Burn down all sinners

And at it, I'll never tire..


Say, my strength was mighty

My face encompasses beauty

And I'm light, wily and tidy,    


I would play merrily with the clouds

Wave happily to passengers on a plane

And escort the thunders that strike..                                                        


My life would be good

Cos I'll know not sorrow

I'll always smile

And look forward to tomorrow...            


But then again, I'll say it again

Your time you have sold

And it has always always been


Just a thought..

Cthonian said:Ok. Guess I'll sit this one out.


warming the bench with ya on this one

My bedroom wall

It's a wall
It's the sky
It's my life,
Bereft of strife

It's the first rays of light
It's a child's delight

Supernovas
And Seraphim
The first ray of hope
The harmony in a din

Open our eyes
Forget all the lies
We do what we can
We make our own plan...

It's not a "fun" poem, but it's a happy one

Sailor and a Momma's Boy

I'm a little boy at the age of 3
I just found the bestest mommy for me.
I'm 5 or 6 now, somewhere in that range
She legally adopted me now, I just got my name change.
Just past 7, and now I'm 8
Realizing how lucky I am she found me before it was too late.
Starting my teen years, going into 8th grade
Thinking of the big difference in my life momma has made.
I finally did it, high school is here
I hear her sweet voice saying "don't worry, it'll be ok dear".
I did cross country, football, basketball, baseball, track and field
Never once did she stop supporting me, never once did her faith in me yield.
Certificates, metals, rings, patches, award banquets with friends on all sides
She was always there waiting for me at the end, beaming with joy and pride.
I'm in San Diego now, taking my oath, right hand raised
And she still showers me with love, encouragement, and praise.
I'm finally back home after 3 months of boot camp on Christmas break
There's all my favorite dishes she promised she would make.
With a bittersweet tone I tell her Spain is the next place I to which I must go
A mix of emotions, for these next 3 years will be hard, this we know.
We're at Ontario airport now, she gives me one final hug goodbye
We're all doing our very best to not be to sad and cry.
Now here i stand, a U.S. sailor, serving for my country and for her
We will get through this and stay strong, of this I am sure.
Because even though I'm not reading in her lap or begging for a new toy
I'm proud to say that I still am and always will be a momma's boy.

*me trying to think up a happy poem*: um...wait...wait i gottit...eh, no.

here's a shit poem instead:

blood is red
the sky is blue
the happy poet's crown
i give to you

i think you should watch comedy programmes. watch live at the apollo. nobody alive can be depressed watching live at the apollo.

lightbaron said:[quote-119168-Cthonian]Ok. Guess I'll sit this one out.

warming the bench with ya on this one[/quote]



two and tao aint fun no more. three is the gig.

A Good Morning

When I awoke this morning,
before opening my eyes,
no smell of fresh dug earth greeted me
and I was quick to realize
this was going to be a good morning;
filled with the promise of unlimited tries.

Where soft green grass lay beneath my feet,
and above my head, bright blue skies.
There would be no need for tears,
nor room for angry cries.
Only laughter would exist
and of course contented sighs.

As I extended my gaze
I felt love swell from deep inside,
for there on the horizon
a lone figure did arise.
And although the distance was great;
there was no mistaking friendships guise.

CRANK IT UP!!...
some one shouts
it's so loud
I can't hear myself
drink in one
other raised hi
pumping to the beat
can't help moving my feet
loud music, cold drink
band jamming out
in the middle of a crowd
just me and myself