ruins, under the roiling clouds of an
acidic sky.
no one left, anywhere, they were
defenseless against the final
onslaught.
most of everything, blown to dust,
slumbering for eternity.
it wasn't fair, it wasn't planned,
lost so long ago.
left, as a sad reminder,
it can always happen again.
no one is ever safe.
ever.
someday, they may come again, and
strike when least expected.

over the white-capped mountains,
his love soars
into a sky of cerulean blue,
gone but never forgotten,
ever longing for the return of golden sunsets,
the warm feel of a lover's touch

I swear to god
this isn't about me

*checks to make sure this isn't the "Legendary Sluggites" thread*

Good to see you rarely sighted posters! And enjoyed the poetry :) Don't worry I'll bring the poetry contest back...

(in the meantime you should Lyricdash...)

Heh, I totally would.
Eh, but I never knew the rules to Balderdash, or any other dash!
Like the idea though, would love to get involved.
Please explain it to me in depth so I can play?

Most I've posted in a week in about 4 years.
Every once in a while I get that Sluggy itch, I dunno.
!!! would be a great band to use for that game, methinks.

in the eternal light
near the edge of the world
the last of the
elves gazes over
reality, asking whether
elves made a difference
since all he can see is
the enemy rejoicing
in the ruins of his people's world
never satisfied with mere death
going so far as to
invade every
dwelling, knock down every wall, burn
every book that they come across;
all elvish history burning

In each round, a new person is the "dasher." The dasher posts two consecutive lines of a song (and gives the song title, artist, and genre.) All the other players write two lines that could plausibly follow the posted lines and submit them via PM. Then the dasher posts all the lines anonymously, and the players all try to guess (again, via PM) which lines are from the real song.

analyzing systems can point out that
new organizations are required.
all must benefit,
reaping the
commercial potential,
having the responsibility,
you can turn the world in the right direction.

So, West Virginia
There was this party out there
Called The Red Party

Opposite that night
There was a big metal show
At the local bar

My old band opened
A national act was there
The Absence. Know 'em?

I said that I'd go
Yes, of course to both of them
Last chance decision

A Pisces moment
1. Walk to the metal show
2. Get abducted

Deciding factor
The rain that was coming up
How best to stay dry

Party was inside
(And outside too, though covered)
The walk wasn't short

FANTASTIC music
Some damn interesting people
On the Hurr-can* hills

I'll always wonder
About that lost metal show
I chose Adventure

water runs down a stream
here grow daffodils

everywhere green sprouts
ready to flower

emulating itself
similar to this time last year

time immemorial
here in this tiny field

every field in some ways the same
always the same yet never quite

calling into the mind
radical theories of time

over which many have debated
since the dawn thereof

time in the field is odd indeed
it's the same now as it was last year

cerulean skies above green growth
forever year after year

unless one looks at the six-month gap
now we see white snow in the winter

killing all the grass... more change
you see in six months than in a year

no one is ready
it is always a surprise
courage is a wild card
existing is hard enough
,especially when
confronted with
cold, hard
consequences.
!- is the silent scream.

Boughs hanging
Overhead, growing and dying on a
Yearly basis

I sit back and wonder
Something seems off this time
Maybe it's just me
You seem to know what's going on

Forgetting things lost
All forces press on
Certain of themselves
Ever confident, ever sure

Reacting, not thinking
Everybody makes mistakes
Darned masses

In the shade of a broad broad tree,
There sat a curious little man, sighing,
'Oh for the life of me,
Should I be sitting here and crying?

Oughtn't I be off to fix my wrongs?
Kicking myself doesn't mend it
And idleness will win no throngs.
Yet what can be done? Better keep quiet.'

I dared suspect he spoke to me
Don't say he had a phone and an ear-gem -
It would be anachronistic, you see -
Did I mention this was before them?

Nearing, I said what I could:
'Should shame be restraining your ability,
Think how fixing it for good
Gives credit for responsibility.'

Even though he had been speaking idly,
This advice was not an offense.
In response he said, 'Sadly,
This does not fit your two pence:

Easily was the damage done,
Impossible to restore.
The words slipped and all will shun,
Hate, despise, and deplore.

Excuses for it would merely bleat
Repeating the curse; none would bless.
For I have called - no, I won't repeat.
Have I learned my lesson? Yes.'

No-one sees them.
Over the hill they walk.
The invisible ones
Evade human sight, hide
Very well in the shadows.
Everyone knows they're there;
Realistically, they can't hide forever.

Yet no-one has ever seen them.
All we know is that they exist -
Cries are heard on the hills at night,
Rocks fall from the slopes, and
Often food is stolen, taken up,
Showing us that they exist.
That it is more than our fancy.

I resolved to seek them out,
Chase the demons from the hill;
Hide they might from peasants -
Although peasants are very good
Spotters when they want to be -
Peasants do not infrared or
Ultraviolet cameras.

Now over the Hill of Invisibles
Came my fleet of helpers,
The undergrad students led -
Up to a point, there was danger,
And less education would be
Thrown aside if they were killed -
I followed at the rear.

Overseeing the camera screens,
Never reaching the slopes myself;
I saw everything that transpired
And did not risk even a toe.
More and more cameras
I had installed on the hill;
More to observe my defeat.

Perhaps some of the undergrads
Really did see the invisibles.
Every now and then, one just
Stopped reporting in, was never
Seen or heard from again.
Every camera we put up,
Destroyed from behind, unseen.