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Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Topic started by: Sangwa on August 14, 2010, 07:58:19 pm
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Following are the poems my diaboli character Gartheiz has created while roaming Hydlaa. I'll keep changing the ones I have on this very post. It's juts meant to entice.
Truth
Solid, boring and searing,
Why should anyone hear it?
Won't you rather keep my words,
And avoid those that hurt?
We know every tale is fake,
So we should lie for fun's sake.
Chorus:
There's nothing you must hear,
There's nothing you must fear,
As long as you get what you feel,
As long as you get what you reel.
If what you live is not enough,
Why can't you make it up?
If they believe so easily,
Why not give it for free?
If it takes so little to create,
Go ahead and mistake.
Chorus
Of The Dark Empire
From Brimstone to Greenmoon;
A trail of blood and sweat.
Deeds done not late or soon,
For they left us where we're at.
From these ashes we raise
Our banners once more
To face this oncoming phase
We willl add to our lore.
We have lost our Emperor,
His wife and his heir.
But we still have his daughter
And our lack of fear.
And so none can say
We bite less than we bark;
I'll hush right away
And leave you in the dark...
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Neither do I, I keep the best ones for myself. But your bumping is still appreciated.
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Clearly, Rinenud knows nada 'bout street art. He just dissin' fool, y'know what I sayin'? So I gonna give you some real critics, coz dat's what real homies do, y'know?
So listen, yo, ya poetry need more street flavour, dawg. Like, y'know, it hafta be more street. I ain't no poet but I gonna tell you dis:
Yo, listen. I'ma tryin' to tell ya
Yea, you look dope in dat plate,
Dose fools dis my intentions
But I gonna bust deir f***'en heads.
Coz In dat metallic shizzle
Yea, ya lookin' goddamn tasty, babe,
An' I ain't got no can opener
But tonite, yo I tellin' ya,
You is sweatin' in ma bed.
Oh, I hafta see ya bend dere, baby
Let's get down, we need no words,
All you's gonna say is "more"
Yo, when I sheathe ma f***'en sword.
Y'know what I sayin'?
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Pwopa ftw.
Hehe, Draklar's version is certainly more fun though.
So the poem is understandable? I thought that had been Rinenud's problem with it.
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All these hoes rappin their rhymes
talkin' bout these f***ed up times
in their rhymes
yeah, uh, yeah
uh, uh, uh, yeah
All the critic b****es call me talunt-ed
after I fill der m***erf***in heads with led
Yeauuuh!
uh, uh, yeah, thats right YEAH!
uh, uh, yeah, thats right yeaaaauuueeeuh!
Every time I rap some lovely b****es come and dance
make me go pointy like a lance
slather them up in buttah
huhu haha yeaaaaaah
slatha' them up in buttah
'cuz you a sucka
yeah, yeah, uh uh, uh, I said it, I said UH!
uh uh, uh uh, what what uh, yeah
I bring the rhymes!
Talking 'bout these dope ass lines
I'll spit my words and laugh in yo face
leave all yo punk asses in disgrace
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Oh man. There's some beef going on.
Ya tryin' ta challenge me?
I'm moe' than you can be!
No, ain't no turnin' back now,
I've cracked yo' open, pow!
Come in he', spillin' you shi
Like yo mo' nigga than me?
I got 2 rings of the past,
And one was stolen, man!
[Girls sing:] Oooooooooh, he's the finest diaboli!
Yeah, huh, You know that's me!
[Them girls sing some more:] Oooooh, ohhh, he's cooler than frozen water!
I come into yo' house, take yo' daughte'!
Ya think you got 'em b*****s?
But they are all less than kittens!
W'all know them fenkies are flimsy,
Nothin' like these yilians you see he'!
I grind, I roleplay and I duel,
Yo' still tryin' to find da best fuel!
But it's all about furnace, you see?
And mine's as hot as there can be!
Yeah. This one was for all my bro's out there in the Death Realm. They doin' their time, but we gonna par-tey triple hard when they back.
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Bravo, Sangwa! Bravo!
Now that's some true old-school raping right there.
You even got some Soul chicks to sing along
Really def, man!
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Hehe. Them soul chicks never leave my side.
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Soul chicks have to be real women, not Rinenud and Parallo dressed in booty shorts and skimpy tops.
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Damnit, I told you guys needed some make up.
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Double post to say I've added a new poem.
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I bring the rhymes, talkin' bout these dope ass lines.
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I don't mind poetry for poetry's sake. I don't need a battle. Minnesongs were not much about conflicts either, I believe...
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I love poetry for poetry's sake.
But the evil school... Not sure when I'll be able to contribute to this, dwarven History, Lolitra and DE's plot.
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Here's Gartheiz's latest satire :P
My lovely, mighty lady,
It's good that you look
Over the poor and crazy,
Over the rat and the crook.
It must be a great job,
Why, you just have stand
And watch as they rob
Hydlaa's lunch and rent.
The hardest part must be partying,
With the Octarch and his friends
And profusely talk of exploiting
The simple life of the citizens.
Don't worry, we're with you
Slipping into our own pockets,
And if our dreams come through,
We'll have cleared even eye sockets!
Those balls aren't doing much anyway,
None are, is what it seems to me,
Since Yliakum's blood has thinned away
Into the effeminate people I see.
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??? :o :sleeping: in the middle
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The poem's called "Admidison"
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Agh ::|