Poetry Challenge! D:

[*Fell Star]

Alright. I am in need of some poetry for a Bleaknik.

Now what is a Bleaknik? A Bleaknik is a bohemian member of the Bleak Cabal. So basically: an artist, a poet, or a musician whose creations are abysmal and/or depressing, reflecting on the Bleaker attitude that "Life just happens, and then it stops." There is no meaning to life.

There will be a Bleaknik (maybe more) in game over by the Gatehouse, but he needs some suitably depressing things to say/sing about.

So with that in mind, I challenge you all to put on your creative caps, and start posting some original poetry and prose!

Best ones will be put into the module directly.

[*Tildryn]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This verse will end,
And so will you.

[*LittleMissWonderful]

A Bleaker Haiku:

Tried to write a verse
and come up with a good rhyme
But there was no point.

[*Product of Void]

My dream ended much as life
Darkness and nothing of importance
Standing I ready for a day wondering
Is it day? does it matter
The wheel turns like a hamster on a wheel
We go round yet no were.



Some one stops me saying they thought me up
I told them they must not have many thoughts
Or at least their thoughts must be even sadder then mine
I gave them a jink told them to think of a reason
A reason to why the bothered thinking of me
Or even why the bothered to stop me
knowing how pointless our talk would be


I met a man who said there are no gods.
I said he had it half right
He argued life had a point
I asked if he meant more then the end of a sword
With laughter he told me some die by maces
I agreed that is true as well
As I left I threw a rock at him
he threatened to put me in the book
I guess he meant something what a fool.

[*Ceremorph]

There once was a man from the Hive Ward
Who fell, impaled on a broadsword.
Blood pooled on the floor
For he was no more
And he's dead so I don't have to rhyme here.

[*Product of Void]

I tried to think of a poem
Nothing comes to mind
not sure why I bother
ah skip it I quit

[*Minotaurs88]

Some would say,
That life is okay,
However I think it best,
That we all be lain to rest.


Life is good one could retort,
This is a line I do not support,
In living you find peace,
That is until you find yourself decease,
I'll end with a verse that will leave you in trauma,
Cause in the end, I really don't wanna....

[*Knightoftheradish]

((Some poetry from my book. I'd like to note that it's all copyrighted and stuff. If you want to use it for something please ask first.))

Enter slowly, from the door;
Come before me, whom I abhor.
Dreams of faintly painted pains;
Leaves my spirit empty and drained.
Forlorn deeds from serpentÂ’s breath;
Bring my soul to a place beyond death.
From there I wake to a host of dreams;
Real though haunting, they arenÂ’t what they seem.
In this place of shadows forsaken;
My life isnÂ’t gone but my sanity taken.

****

Beckon unto me thy will;
Egos of a rotten face.
With lamenting the holes will fill.
Forever dreaming of a place;
To rest upon my weathered bones.
Journey no more, IÂ’ve found a hut.
And from this shelter I make a home;
To slumber in my little rut.
All the while dreams will pass;
My scattered thoughts, like shards of glass.

****

Sudden reversal of fortunes true;
Glimmering like a fiery spark.
Thoughts are skewed and found anew.
Rows on rows like teeth of a shark.
They mix and churn into one big pot;
Understanding the facets of the brain;
Forming in my mind, into a clot.
I look upon them with a slight strain.
Some of these did not belong;
And so I sort them with dismay;
Plans and designs of something wrong.
To find myself, once again I pray.
Beyond tatters of despair;
I can taste bitterness in the air.

****

Theres a lot more but here's a few. Hope they're enjoyed!

[*Zilvai]

I saw you walk with me the other day,
The joy you spread within my soul and heart.
Who was I to deserve such foundation of tranquility?

It was all these years you held me tightly.
You held me when I needed you.
You motivated me with memories from long past.
You reminded me of those who cared and the wisdom they shared.

This all, was what I hoped to say one day though.
I was born without you,
I lived without you.
I cared for nothing,
I had no goal,
desire,
purpose.

You are like mist to me.
Viewable but untouchable.
You can not be felt.
I saw with my eyes how people followed their dreams with your aid.
Why couldnt I?
Where were my dreams?
Am I lost? Am I even a living thing without you?

I hope to one day reach you.
Perhaps it is such that gives me a beggining.
Even if it is the ever faintest of lights within the endless black corridors,
It shines so much more within this black shroud.
Come to me, my soul.

[*Product of Void]

A woman came up to me and said
"I'd like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind"
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:

There's only one thing that I know how to do well
And I've often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And that's be you,
Be what you're like,
Be like yourself,
And so I'm having a wonderful time
But I'd rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
There's only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark

A man came up to me and said
"I'd like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock," he said,
"Though I am not unkind."
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.

There's only one thing that I know how to do well
And I've often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And that's be you,
Be what you're like,
Be like yourself,
And so I'm having a wonderful time
But I'd rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
There's only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark

There's only one thing that I know how to do well
And I've often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And that's be you,
Be what you're like,
Be like yourself,
And so I'm having a wonderful time
But I'd rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling, whistling
Whistling in the dark


:D yes its they might be gaints "whistling in the dark".