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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 11:01 pm
exclaim A Wild Piñata Appears! exclaim  In the darkest corner of the library, a lone pinata monster sits in a corner and glare out at the world. Occasionally it takes a moment to write something down in it's journal or quote some woeful, angry poetry to itself. You have never want to hit something until prizes come out of it as you do right now. Sadly, you left your handy Beat Stick in your dorm room. Now the only way you can get some prizes is to...make friends with it. Maybe poetry is the way to go? Quote: OOC: Write a poem for the pinata monster and post it here! You have until Moonday night! You can enter more than one, just edit your original post!
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 11:47 pm
Blindfolded fate is swinging Wondering when that last blow will fall I hope she isn't peeking
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 12:12 am
A stick Oh how it hits! The stick My only touch My only companion
Why stick? Why do you hit? Why do you allow Others to control you so?
Come stick Come Let us be friends OW! OW stick ow!
Oh stick We are not meant to be You and me We'll never be Friends
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 12:20 am
The loneliest piñata sheds a tear For being always lonely is his greatest fear He wishes only for love and friends To be with him until his time ends
He cries alone in the night Wishing others knew his plight Longing to share his sweet insides With those in which he could confide
Cry piñata, cry
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 12:52 am
Whispers in the wind, your voice called to me, Sent my body aloft, to break through fog freely I called out your name, You called it out too I followed your voice Wherever it led me to I felt the world end under me And suddenly you were beating me bludgeoning me with a stick of wood Breaking through me as it should I screamed, and you replied But it was not you at all My own scream was what I heard What had led me to my fall I cried, you cried too, such a deep crevice I had found as I had not yet splattered all over the ground.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:05 am
Look at me in the breeze, I feel like I have been stung by angry bees. Angry students gather round and together they make an awful sound. wham bash clang boom All of it spells my doom. In my belly candy does shake, but also my heart which begins to break.
They wait in gruesome glee to see what will spill from me. Mint candies from places unknown, I wince at the thought and begin to groan. I can see their eyes bleeding red If they could will it I would be dead. Pain erupts in my side It's coming now I cannot hide I feel it happen and I cry out in pain oh do these brat know no shame? Their greedy hands paws and claws below while I remain swinging to and fro My body is empty now and I feel sad I lack the strength to even be mad This is my last time visiting Halloweentown Next time I'm Easter bound -------------
CRAWLING IN MY PAPER MACHE THESE WOUNDS, THEY WILL NOT HEAL FEAR IS HOW I FALL CONFUSING WHAT IS REAL
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iStoleYurVamps
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Crew
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:12 am
You feel that stare, That sticks up your hair. You creep to the window to see, It's me, better plea.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:17 am
why would you- I never did a thing to you and now you you want to hurt me? that won't do.
I will be the creeper outside your window I will be the toys you now dread I will be every little bit of color and I will endlessly be stuck in your head
you brought it on yourself I'm minding my own life, doing my own things and then I'm a container to be shattered? this makes no sense
we are different than you monsters we have style, we have culture, we have color would you hurt me for that? would you hurt a child?
I will be every paper you see I will be all the lines you see you will only see my face when you look for answers and you won't know why
...all I had to do was die
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:54 am
So many colors it burns my eyes. Why do you have be up in the sky? I can't reach you as hard as I try. Knowing that you have a prize. While making fun of me with your eyes.
Oh pinata up so high, Laughing at me while I cry. Knowing that I will never get you. Laughing at all my boo-who.
Now that some years have past, I come back with a blast. Your not laughing no more Now knowing that I can get for sure.
Once a short boy That cry at a mocking toy. Now a tall man, That is proud where he stand.
Color that was once bright, Are now drawl with no light. Now I'm the one sky While your the one with tear in your eyes.
Oh pinata up so high, That once made me cry. Now your one that look so small, Now wishing you had someone to call.
Now who the one laughing? Now who the one crying? I think it I who laughing now. While your crying with a frown.
Don't think it strange, How over time thing can change.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:55 am
((I'm going to have to shoot myself after this))
I want to beat it like they do at parties please, Smack it, whack it, bat and slam it, baby break for me - I love it Luck and intuition, use the big stick just for starts And after I get started, no one better take my part
CANT BREAK THE CANT BREAK THE NO YOU CANT BREAK THE PINATA FAAACE (The candy's in the body) CANT BREAK THE CANT BREAK THE NO YOU CANT BREAK THE PINATA FAAACE (The candy's in the body)
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:56 pm
I once knew a Pinata She graduated with c** Laude Dressed in Purple and Pink She signed in ink
To get new prizes They came in all sizes Two days later she was robbed She sobbed
This was the last I saw her I hear she's now decked in fur While she lost her candy I hear things now are dandy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 4:47 pm
A child, with such a joyous smile, How atrocious their whimsy, The evil light glinting in their eyes all the while, For they know what I hold in within my skin so flimsy.
They thirst for my insides, to break me apart, That child, so deceiving, was the monster from the start. They pretend I am nothing, just a toy to decimate. And all through this while, they will feel so elate.
They heft a branch thick; it's bark is so rough, Knowing that, honestly, my skin is not tough. This young child who brings forth a flock, So many more children, to me they all mock.
They brandish their rough staff, tyrannical and fierce, Knowing each child's brutal hit surely will pierce, These children so evil, their joyous-ness vile. They seek to destroy me, and I know they will smile.
This child will bring my destruction, for this I do know, The other children will beat, they will joyously smack, But I know they will not be the one who will cause the last crack. This first child will be the one to bring my insides below,
To fall away under me, to snap me in half. And I know as he does this, he surely will laugh.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 6:19 pm
An innocent piñata Never lov'd the dogmata: Guts flying with every swing Since for kids, it's the cool thing To win their sweets violently. Yet never his tears they see
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 6:25 pm
smash crash pain is here candy spilling everywhere oh, your time is near
((it's a haiku :> ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:24 pm
Woe is the Piñata! Where the only ones you would ever know, Wants to beat you with a stick, And watch your innards fly.
Woe is the Piñata! Suspended from a string, Unable to dodge, Only able to swing.
Woe is the Piñata! Silent as a grave, Unable to scream in pain, Nobody would care anyway.
Woe is the Piñata! Dreaming of a paradise in Viva Piñata, Too bad its just fictional, Too bad its not there.
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