ACD - Let Me Put My BBS Poems In You
Aug 3, 2020 22:40:07 GMT -8
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Post by ashes on Aug 3, 2020 22:40:07 GMT -8
Let Me Put My BBS Poems In You
A collection of poems and short stories for BBS
A collection of poems and short stories for BBS
I've decided to compile a list of literary genius for you today. BBS is often hard to describe with hard, rigid ideas like logic and statistics. Sit back and truly think how BBS makes you feel. Reflect on that time you won the Championship or landed that #1 Pick. Dream of your days in youth spent refreshing forums and making witty posts among friends and acquaintances. The bond you share runs deep, one that very few can truly understand. Look at this marvel through glasses tinted with artistry and passion. I invite you all to let these words shower your very soul, I will be gentle.
Chapter 1 - Haiku
Mark
When will it all end
Lottery jumping for days
Please win some games soon
GAME
Losing is for chumps
Winning is overrated
Game marches forward
Play
Angry and bitter
It's okay, you're not washed up
Reclaim your glory
jahallstar
Unchanging ideals
The stone on the riverbed
Water presses on
Royal
In constant turmoil
You sacrifice everything
Shaquille, please come home
2 years left
The climb is over
Unearned swagger, nevermore
Sleep well, grumpycat
footy
The wizard foretold
Out from behind the curtain
Just a man, it seems
kobe
Trade away sorrow
If there wasn't luck involved
You'd win every time
Chapter 2 - Two-Sentence Horror Stories
The cacophonous sound shakes the foundation and the light fills the pitch-black sky. A terrible storm for the ages, the Martin household forever in darkness.
The dread fills your soul as you lay alone in your bed surrounded by darkness. You muster the courage to peer underneath the bed as you are met with a madman's grin and the words, "I've sent you a trade offer."
You wonder just how much longer you can hold out after waiting for so long at the chance of happiness. Finally, you've given up hope and glance at the calendar and the upcoming weekend, defeated, wondering why did he have to make the playoffs?
Chapter 3 - A sonnet for Spencer
You keep the files in flux, it drives us mad
We hang on you simming to keep us sane
Even when you sim five and make us sad
We check the time and plead to sim again
Habit we've tried to kick before in vain
Revived, regrouped, reformed we make anew
Battle, bicker, banter - the league will reign
It's back in full so let us say thank you
Everyone waits each day, alone or crew
For that moment the sim finally drops
Morning or night, there is so much to do
Activity, we hope it never stops
Spamming? Posting? Who needs a real reason?
Good luck! It's time! Basketball Sim season!
Chapter 4 - Poeta Obscurum
harold
You're gone and back again
Tumultuous
A whirlwind of desire
Cutting words, a softer side
You've done it, you've failed
harold
Grab your dreams
A long way to go
Look no further
Organize your thoughts
A mighty pen
Persuasive words
Obscure at times
Exceptional still
Many will rejoice
Always looking eagerly
Bold and unswerving
Order and discipline
Unquestionable devotion
Truth unanswered
Yesterday's words
Our nearing salvation
Ultimate sacrifice.
Chapter 5 - A story of loss
"But I am strong," the man pleaded.
"It matters not, for you lack the skill to use the strength," the voice echoed.
"Impossible, no one can match my size and power. I can overwhelm any foe!" exclaimed the man with hubris.
But the man did not succeed. Try as he might, he was met with failure over and over. Stubbornly, he pressed forward. Admirably, he did not falter from his course, but over time he grew weak and small.
"I warned you," the voice began, "Things are not always so simple."
The man resolved himself. He would change. Instead of brute size and strength he would resort to skill and finesse. Sure, it took him longer than others. And maybe he would pay more for his tools than the rest, but he would do things right this time! His friends betrayed him. His peers derided him. He will prove them wrong.
"Sometimes," the voice sneered, "You still fail."
The man closed his eyes. Sometimes...you still fail.
Rest in peace, erbes.
Chapter 6 - A cautionary tale
The old man sat at the fire, surrounded by children and adults alike. His eyes were heavy, his beard disheveled. A layer of mischievousness belied his wisdom, yet the ragtag camp was silent.
"Listen now to my words and heed my tale
I was once young, foolish and could not fail
Or so I presumed that to be the case
When it came to success, for me it was a race
You see I was the greatest, this was fact
I stood above the rest, this was no act
I seized my moment, rose to the occasion
But I had a different taste, one immune to dissuasion
I conquered up front, now for the rear
I should have seen the signs, I gave them my trust
But it is I who suffered, on death's door I was thrust
So listen to me now, I almost put it all to waste
If you eat ass, please wash and use toothpaste!"
The kids nodded in understanding. They could see now he was not old but weary.
I hope you all enjoyed this literary excursion. Let the words resonate within you, close your eyes for full immersion. I'll be sure to share my next volume with you all, inspiration is everywhere! Good luck this year, fellas.
Chapter 1 - Haiku
Mark
When will it all end
Lottery jumping for days
Please win some games soon
GAME
Losing is for chumps
Winning is overrated
Game marches forward
Play
Angry and bitter
It's okay, you're not washed up
Reclaim your glory
jahallstar
Unchanging ideals
The stone on the riverbed
Water presses on
Royal
In constant turmoil
You sacrifice everything
Shaquille, please come home
2 years left
The climb is over
Unearned swagger, nevermore
Sleep well, grumpycat
footy
The wizard foretold
Out from behind the curtain
Just a man, it seems
kobe
Trade away sorrow
If there wasn't luck involved
You'd win every time
Chapter 2 - Two-Sentence Horror Stories
The cacophonous sound shakes the foundation and the light fills the pitch-black sky. A terrible storm for the ages, the Martin household forever in darkness.
The dread fills your soul as you lay alone in your bed surrounded by darkness. You muster the courage to peer underneath the bed as you are met with a madman's grin and the words, "I've sent you a trade offer."
You wonder just how much longer you can hold out after waiting for so long at the chance of happiness. Finally, you've given up hope and glance at the calendar and the upcoming weekend, defeated, wondering why did he have to make the playoffs?
Chapter 3 - A sonnet for Spencer
You keep the files in flux, it drives us mad
We hang on you simming to keep us sane
Even when you sim five and make us sad
We check the time and plead to sim again
Habit we've tried to kick before in vain
Revived, regrouped, reformed we make anew
Battle, bicker, banter - the league will reign
It's back in full so let us say thank you
Everyone waits each day, alone or crew
For that moment the sim finally drops
Morning or night, there is so much to do
Activity, we hope it never stops
Spamming? Posting? Who needs a real reason?
Good luck! It's time! Basketball Sim season!
Chapter 4 - Poeta Obscurum
harold
You're gone and back again
Tumultuous
A whirlwind of desire
Cutting words, a softer side
You've done it, you've failed
harold
Grab your dreams
A long way to go
Look no further
Organize your thoughts
A mighty pen
Persuasive words
Obscure at times
Exceptional still
Many will rejoice
Always looking eagerly
Bold and unswerving
Order and discipline
Unquestionable devotion
Truth unanswered
Yesterday's words
Our nearing salvation
Ultimate sacrifice.
Chapter 5 - A story of loss
"But I am strong," the man pleaded.
"It matters not, for you lack the skill to use the strength," the voice echoed.
"Impossible, no one can match my size and power. I can overwhelm any foe!" exclaimed the man with hubris.
But the man did not succeed. Try as he might, he was met with failure over and over. Stubbornly, he pressed forward. Admirably, he did not falter from his course, but over time he grew weak and small.
"I warned you," the voice began, "Things are not always so simple."
The man resolved himself. He would change. Instead of brute size and strength he would resort to skill and finesse. Sure, it took him longer than others. And maybe he would pay more for his tools than the rest, but he would do things right this time! His friends betrayed him. His peers derided him. He will prove them wrong.
"Sometimes," the voice sneered, "You still fail."
The man closed his eyes. Sometimes...you still fail.
Rest in peace, erbes.
Chapter 6 - A cautionary tale
The old man sat at the fire, surrounded by children and adults alike. His eyes were heavy, his beard disheveled. A layer of mischievousness belied his wisdom, yet the ragtag camp was silent.
"Listen now to my words and heed my tale
I was once young, foolish and could not fail
Or so I presumed that to be the case
When it came to success, for me it was a race
You see I was the greatest, this was fact
I stood above the rest, this was no act
I seized my moment, rose to the occasion
But I had a different taste, one immune to dissuasion
I conquered up front, now for the rear
I should have seen the signs, I gave them my trust
But it is I who suffered, on death's door I was thrust
So listen to me now, I almost put it all to waste
If you eat ass, please wash and use toothpaste!"
The kids nodded in understanding. They could see now he was not old but weary.
I hope you all enjoyed this literary excursion. Let the words resonate within you, close your eyes for full immersion. I'll be sure to share my next volume with you all, inspiration is everywhere! Good luck this year, fellas.
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