Fun with Poetry
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brigdhJust rediscovered Rob's Amazing Poetry Generator, and wow, I am having way too much fun with it.
Poetry from Five Things That Never Happened to Hisoka:
Five Things that quickly ceasing to get their first
She could possibly
be that, really
he
wasn't wanted to
know. any tattoo. The mistake. and
Hisoka s, personal or green.
eyes.
****************
Chosen That bears
his fingers the woman
was complicated, and wishes himself digging
his face, pulled tight enough to hold him to
die
of
his skin of a breath, trying
to head down, the kitchen with a
blessing. number two.
She owned
anymore It rained. None A:little, deliberately
swaying into the latest, prettiest clothes for
his
throat. He should count that would shove
this
off clearing his
mesh shirt up and purple, eyes 3.
*************
had purple It worked. It ride
up muttering
about what did you want. fries?”
Tsuzuki said, offended.
Hisoka lashed out the music of
a name. Oh.”
******************
had seen a thin strip
of his
movements, that winter was jerky
and her father could answer, a glimpse
of doctor you can t outright reprehensible,
and alone in the man
s a small touches. Hijiri
s. tired
of his back, so
used to think that Hijiri s also or Hijiri
flying on himself, from the
other singed where nothing
happens. It’
in his
body of light peck that weren’
t need to keep from a single
thing to purple It now,
strangely shaped calluses,
rough patches
to feel those
who find somewhere to do
you re going to Nine
Inch Nails Replaced
Joydrop
A glimpse of it.
was where he trailed off,
onto him, on himself, for
it, was such a
lot more than flushed and sudden quiet.
**********************
That answering the early and
twisting the back on
the mortal. He hadn’t meant
the middle of a mashing together of his
head to imagine a partner has never be
a brother that fact. that was
Hisoka said, don’
t
stupid. About the townspeople
who
are nailed over his head
where she
had bled
and tied to
mere
centimeters from the most people didn’t want To
another, step back, his mind further
but Hisoka notices that
Hisoka s risen up in this morning,
to think anymore. It
was that bears
his body language
And optimistic and
even midnight, and play all himself, seem
out to remind her.
Poetry from A Sway and A Roll:
Chosen A sway and she was never been?
How to grow
up sometime.
by her father’s deceptively
simple. But she s
deceptively simple. But it
is. my fault.
Poetry from Summer's Day:
Hisoka shrugged and
he was the rumble of
Hisoka’twisted again And
shone like heat his eyes He’
continued to say, too
Tsuzuki s neck,
letting his
spine under the sun a wildness
in a slow movements as the ice. again,
The smooth and feel, through
it, feel the cheeks round and slender,
between them both, too
high. He skimmed across the water
gleamed along the only
thing keeping their faces,
blurred and then he
could glimpse the heat
and with kisses across the fact that needed no
one gulp. It s
hands planted
to Tsuzuki’felt nice for the underside
of Hisoka’twisted in
the kisses
across Tsuzuki, again angry warped with it
was from sweat and pressed his
lips were better people,
who beta’d
died had waited before
he’
was what he slid forward It all.
**************
hiding his skin, was the
heat The velvet
slide away doing anything so near to Hisoka, yet he
hadn’
t moved this was directed
elsewhere. Hisoka s personal space.
in a second, to singe like they’
would be civil, retreating
to the past clouding his lips.
Tsuzuki with
Hisoka’s His shirt, his legs,
were hard and turning
Tsuzuki’could feel through the water and wanting
to return with Hisoka was
so humid that flowers didn‘t understand the eyelashes
scattered kisses Tsuzuki understood.
**********
Chosen Hisoka shook
his shape hidden behind him
but it
s Apple, just as far
that he had made the laughter turned
his throat. He remembered what he tasted like
winter. Tsuzuki had tried to grab
for Hisoka, But Tsuzuki Why?”
Hisoka s not reading you, make
There
tenaciously, glittering dully in the
refrigerator in the
backs of his eyes.
could touch it to keep
it
was flushed and thick, but only
brief the anger he’d
stuffed as he slid the
unwanted attention that he could feel
them both, froze, drowning in the ribs, curling
around him Like winter.
Poetry from Salt Water:
“The
worth
in the
back of the Kyoto Arc and
more unwilling than budgets. Muraki can drown yourself
in the big climax
at the undeniable proof of course: offered
freely
by foolish, besotted girls, licked
from skin more difficult to
take control of the anime, and
yes, we
never minded sweat; blood,
tears, He
s never will. improve things for
the waves? Damn you. can
drown so do I. Stay with me,
If you drown,
so do I.
*************
Warnings: Thoughts
of his mouth.
His hands
are dark depths under the thoughts of life.
itself, bitter as life itself, bitter
as life itself,
bitter as a
little longer.
***********
Salt Water sweat, blood,
before, of things.
off Tatsumi. s never minded
sweat; is salt water: The sea.”
can taste on his cheeks. He
smells sakura, or
maybe the sea.”
The undeniable proof
of tears.
And, just because I'm fascinated by this, poetry from my livejournal:
B 39;s Journal2
most recent
entries Date: 19:36 Subject: Security:
Public Mood: sickMusic: Northern Star Hole
gacked from amet
and for far more entertaing
things, check out the entire
ending needs to system
and a , class, and depth
of thought, and fever
and of course today is
the latest posts by Sephy and sore throat and
Amet. and routine.
However, this name spoils
patience and been rather bitter.
This name spoils patience and a ,
comment browse
my userinfo my userinfo
my journal body { margin: 0; padding:
8px; : verdana, ; : 10px; color:#666666; :12px; }
color:#336699; :16px;} font.date { : 03:32 Subject:
Rest in other news, desperately, horribly, yuckily sick.
Poetry from Five Things That Never Happened to Hisoka:
Five Things that quickly ceasing to get their first
She could possibly
be that, really
he
wasn't wanted to
know. any tattoo. The mistake. and
Hisoka s, personal or green.
eyes.
****************
Chosen That bears
his fingers the woman
was complicated, and wishes himself digging
his face, pulled tight enough to hold him to
die
of
his skin of a breath, trying
to head down, the kitchen with a
blessing. number two.
She owned
anymore It rained. None A:little, deliberately
swaying into the latest, prettiest clothes for
his
throat. He should count that would shove
this
off clearing his
mesh shirt up and purple, eyes 3.
*************
had purple It worked. It ride
up muttering
about what did you want. fries?”
Tsuzuki said, offended.
Hisoka lashed out the music of
a name. Oh.”
******************
had seen a thin strip
of his
movements, that winter was jerky
and her father could answer, a glimpse
of doctor you can t outright reprehensible,
and alone in the man
s a small touches. Hijiri
s. tired
of his back, so
used to think that Hijiri s also or Hijiri
flying on himself, from the
other singed where nothing
happens. It’
in his
body of light peck that weren’
t need to keep from a single
thing to purple It now,
strangely shaped calluses,
rough patches
to feel those
who find somewhere to do
you re going to Nine
Inch Nails Replaced
Joydrop
A glimpse of it.
was where he trailed off,
onto him, on himself, for
it, was such a
lot more than flushed and sudden quiet.
**********************
That answering the early and
twisting the back on
the mortal. He hadn’t meant
the middle of a mashing together of his
head to imagine a partner has never be
a brother that fact. that was
Hisoka said, don’
t
stupid. About the townspeople
who
are nailed over his head
where she
had bled
and tied to
mere
centimeters from the most people didn’t want To
another, step back, his mind further
but Hisoka notices that
Hisoka s risen up in this morning,
to think anymore. It
was that bears
his body language
And optimistic and
even midnight, and play all himself, seem
out to remind her.
Poetry from A Sway and A Roll:
Chosen A sway and she was never been?
How to grow
up sometime.
by her father’s deceptively
simple. But she s
deceptively simple. But it
is. my fault.
Poetry from Summer's Day:
Hisoka shrugged and
he was the rumble of
Hisoka’twisted again And
shone like heat his eyes He’
continued to say, too
Tsuzuki s neck,
letting his
spine under the sun a wildness
in a slow movements as the ice. again,
The smooth and feel, through
it, feel the cheeks round and slender,
between them both, too
high. He skimmed across the water
gleamed along the only
thing keeping their faces,
blurred and then he
could glimpse the heat
and with kisses across the fact that needed no
one gulp. It s
hands planted
to Tsuzuki’felt nice for the underside
of Hisoka’twisted in
the kisses
across Tsuzuki, again angry warped with it
was from sweat and pressed his
lips were better people,
who beta’d
died had waited before
he’
was what he slid forward It all.
**************
hiding his skin, was the
heat The velvet
slide away doing anything so near to Hisoka, yet he
hadn’
t moved this was directed
elsewhere. Hisoka s personal space.
in a second, to singe like they’
would be civil, retreating
to the past clouding his lips.
Tsuzuki with
Hisoka’s His shirt, his legs,
were hard and turning
Tsuzuki’could feel through the water and wanting
to return with Hisoka was
so humid that flowers didn‘t understand the eyelashes
scattered kisses Tsuzuki understood.
**********
Chosen Hisoka shook
his shape hidden behind him
but it
s Apple, just as far
that he had made the laughter turned
his throat. He remembered what he tasted like
winter. Tsuzuki had tried to grab
for Hisoka, But Tsuzuki Why?”
Hisoka s not reading you, make
There
tenaciously, glittering dully in the
refrigerator in the
backs of his eyes.
could touch it to keep
it
was flushed and thick, but only
brief the anger he’d
stuffed as he slid the
unwanted attention that he could feel
them both, froze, drowning in the ribs, curling
around him Like winter.
Poetry from Salt Water:
“The
worth
in the
back of the Kyoto Arc and
more unwilling than budgets. Muraki can drown yourself
in the big climax
at the undeniable proof of course: offered
freely
by foolish, besotted girls, licked
from skin more difficult to
take control of the anime, and
yes, we
never minded sweat; blood,
tears, He
s never will. improve things for
the waves? Damn you. can
drown so do I. Stay with me,
If you drown,
so do I.
*************
Warnings: Thoughts
of his mouth.
His hands
are dark depths under the thoughts of life.
itself, bitter as life itself, bitter
as life itself,
bitter as a
little longer.
***********
Salt Water sweat, blood,
before, of things.
off Tatsumi. s never minded
sweat; is salt water: The sea.”
can taste on his cheeks. He
smells sakura, or
maybe the sea.”
The undeniable proof
of tears.
And, just because I'm fascinated by this, poetry from my livejournal:
B 39;s Journal2
most recent
entries Date: 19:36 Subject: Security:
Public Mood: sickMusic: Northern Star Hole
gacked from amet
and for far more entertaing
things, check out the entire
ending needs to system
and a , class, and depth
of thought, and fever
and of course today is
the latest posts by Sephy and sore throat and
Amet. and routine.
However, this name spoils
patience and been rather bitter.
This name spoils patience and a ,
comment browse
my userinfo my userinfo
my journal body { margin: 0; padding:
8px; : verdana, ; : 10px; color:#666666; :12px; }
color:#336699; :16px;} font.date { : 03:32 Subject:
Rest in other news, desperately, horribly, yuckily sick.
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Re:
Date: 2003-06-06 05:24 pm (UTC)And I'm still so amused by the whole thing. It's just so random that it's inspirational.