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#1
I felt like this comp needed to go up, so here we go.

TEAM B
  • Chak (Captain)
  • CrimsonGhost
  • Thethingkills
  • YourMessiah
  • THW


Just to recap: The captain begins by posting 1 line, of any shape and theme to his choosing. In order; as per the list, continue to add 1 line at time until you have 20 lines, at which point the captain also titles the piece.

I will add here that once the next person in the list has posted their line no changes can be made to existing lines. Grammatical errors can be fixed by the captain/team before the piece is posted in the polls. If changes are made the line will be removed from the piece, meaning the consistency and flow within the piece could be ruined. mwahahha!

I don't mind you chatting etc. while the thread is in progress but when you do post a line please put it in Red and Bold so I can build the poem below.


If the captain would like to start the precedings...
Our thoughts became unravelled through calculated footfalls
Still we masqueraded as a deception to portray our sanity.
Though In the End we’re just lying Through Our Teeth
yet we still cannot be certain of our existence

For on graven tombstones us pawns aren't marked in name
and in name we're only marked in fragile misconception.
Our sacred thoughts fought back to find a way out of oblivion
Before being forced out of existence only cast away to be recalled.

With hopes of eradicating our numbers, and forcing upon us a correct path
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
Last edited by The Hurt Within at Aug 18, 2007,
#3
The pieces of paper made you captain but if you really don't then....

Okay Chantal. Go for it...
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
#5
F*ck. Okay, I dont mind being captain but I sure as hell have to think of something good before I start
Drop another coin in the slot, and I will tell you more...
#6
Alright, here goes!

Our thoughts became unraveled through calculated footfalls
Drop another coin in the slot, and I will tell you more...
#8
Here it goes. I hope i won't destroy the piece


Still we masqueraded as a deception to portray our sanity.
Hi
Last edited by abhishek21 at Aug 11, 2007,
#9
I'm really sorry if I muck this up. Sorry in advance

Though In The End We're Just Lieing Through Our Teeth
O Hai der.
Last edited by TheThingKills at Aug 11, 2007,
#10
Okay, i believe it is my turn. I have to go to work now, so I will put the line in when im off.
I am sorry if i fuck it up.
#12
Yet we still cannot be certain of our existence

Thats it Thats all i could come up with over a full 24 hours i suck
#13
for on graven tombstones us pawns aren't marked in name
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
#14
Our thoughts became unraveled through calculated footfalls.
Still we masqueraded as a deception to portray our sanity.
Though in the end we're just lying through our teeth.
Yet we still cannot be certain of our existence,
for on graven tombstones us pawns aren't marked in name,
and in name we're only marked in fragile misconception.
Drop another coin in the slot, and I will tell you more...
#16
Our sacred thoughts fought back to find a way out of oblivion
Hi
Last edited by abhishek21 at Aug 14, 2007,
#19
Yep your turn. Let's try to make this about something
Drop another coin in the slot, and I will tell you more...
#20
Steve or Chak . why don't you compelte the whole piece and PM it to everyone.
Hi
Last edited by abhishek21 at Aug 15, 2007,
#21
I kinda turned it into four lined stanzas. When reading it i made more sense of it.

Our thoughts became unravelled through calculated footfalls
Still we masqueraded as a deception to portray our sanity.
Though In the End we’re just lying Through Our Teeth
yet we still cannot be certain of our existence

For on graven tombstones us pawns aren't marked in name
and in name we're only marked in fragile misconception.
Our sacred thoughts fought back to find a way out of oblivion
Before being forced out of existence only cast away to be recalled.

With hopes of eradicating our numbers, and forcing upon us a correct path


Hopefully i didnt fuck it up.
#25
An untrodden route around, bound for the land of the living


Meh writing that piece last night took everything out of me.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
#27
^Hey, shut up We don't want your two cents mucking up our awesome piece, capisce?
Drop another coin in the slot, and I will tell you more...
#29
We parted ways, leaving trails of Gaillardia to know how far we came.

Drop another coin in the slot, and I will tell you more...
#34
Srry for posting this late .

The trail was an inspiration but it became heartache

Hi
#35
My burning desire to reach the end of the route fueling my way forward
O Hai der.
Last edited by TheThingKills at Aug 26, 2007,
#36
my turn?

EDIT: alright i will have my line in by sometime tomorrow hopefully.
Last edited by YourMessiah666 at Aug 26, 2007,
#40
Our thoughts became unravelled through calculated footfalls
Still we masqueraded as a deception to portray our sanity.
Though In the End we’re just lying Through Our Teeth
yet we still cannot be certain of our existence

For on graven tombstones us pawns aren't marked in name
and in name we're only marked in fragile misconception.
Our sacred thoughts fought back to find a way out of oblivion
Before being forced out of existence only cast away to be recalled.

With hopes of eradicating our numbers, and forcing upon us a correct path
An untrodden route around, bound for the land of the living
We parted ways, leaving trails of Gaillardia to know how far we came.
The trail was an inspiration but it became heartache

My burning desire to reach the end of the route fueling my way forward,
I got lost in the movement, with my deceitful eyes playing tired games



Yeah it sucks but oh well, I think I steered it enough in the direction I'd like it to end, make me proud!
Drop another coin in the slot, and I will tell you more...
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