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Arii Jul 31
Cold, cold ice,
And a

Roll of dice,
Do you

Hear the cries
Of the
Scamp’ring mice

Running
For their lives,

Biting
Down two lies,

And a
Broken

Set of
Eyes.
All-seeing watchers.
Traveler Jul 30
I can figure for the math that X controls.
I can see the quantum, I can read the code.
I will not scroll down any further like a wayward lost sheep.
Just so you can censor my every bleep!
I have no need to play the fearful angry games.
Love and laughter extinguishes all flames!
In my heart god remains..
Traveler Tim
Welcome to the House of Dix,
Where Otto Dix was alive but sick.
In this room, where we play,
Otto took his life and his name.
He hung himself to relieve his pain
And ‘Hangman’ was the name they gave.
His story has been shared for years and, in fact,
It is told that if you enter a match
There is no escape and no turning back.
So, think twice, and do not lapse.

To play his game, it is very simple,
What lies before you: one paper, one pencil.
The Host and Players must gather about.
The Host of the game must then shout,
‘Hangman! One Host...’ and the number of guests.
You will hear a bell that confirms your request.
Each Player is given three hints and three hints only.
Not per hour, not per round, but throughout the entirety
Of the game. If you are out of hints, you may need to worry,
Because no more is given, so don’t rush or hurry.

The Player in turn must choose a letter from the alphabet.
But to stay in the game, that letter must be correct.
If that letter is wrong in select,
The Host must draw Hangman’s body to connect.
Once all six body parts of the Hangman is drawn,
The Player in turn of the game is withdrawn.
But if the Player guesses the game right,
They are safe for the round and maybe the night.
If the Player feels that they can solve,
They should and pray that they aren’t wrong.
For if they are wrong, the Host will not draw
The head, the body, a leg, or an arm.
Instead, the Player is hung and gone.

Towards the end of the game, with one Player and one Host,
If the Player guesses correctly, then both can go home.
But if the Player is wrong, they may turn ghost,
And the only one safe to walk is the Host.
A sinister take on a classic children's game where losing not only means failure, but execution.
CE Uptain Jul 25
Sometimes my muse only sees the dark, he fills my pen with pain
Makes me write sad little lines, and makes tears fall like rain
He’s only trying to spill my heart, so I get poetic relief
He makes me think these things, but it doesn’t change my belief
I believe that I know myself, there’s no one else to blame
I keep writing with my muse, we play a poetic game
I've been spending a lot of time here lately with my muse. He made me write this one.
Samuel E Jul 16
When clouds float
from your head
and words seep
into space,
and frames pan
around you—

You might be a comic book character—

In someone else’s story—

A little unoriginal—

Straight up 2 dimensional,
good or bad,
and you might never know
if it’s all for their show,
for their entertainment.
You meet all types eventually. Preachers, teachers, politicians, and convicts. The latter two are often the same.
I have news for you,
even when you think you're failing,
you're actually winning.
Because if you're failing,
that means that you're still in the game.
If you're still fighting,
they haven't won.
Whoever "they" are to you,
don't let them win.
Stay in the game.

-Rhia Clay
Ronnel A Jun 4
and so i look into your eyes,
as i melt slowly
I started to realize,
all it carry
The full form of your vice

and so i played with your game,
what you call
a rules of flame
i knew it, i know it
Its full of lame.

playing with me dear
Is not the dumbest way to hurt me
Ive been there,
and i know
how to win that game
This is a tale of the lives
of fools who are wise
a balancing act of love
hate truth and lies.

A carnival-style society
pull up stakes no time
to commit and contracts
full of loopholes so
there's always a way
out of it.

Nothing's for certain
too many choices keep
our heads raised high
to see in a consumer's
world that the grass is
greener on every side.

A lifelong love doesn't
seem to be a part of
this game of quantity
not quality but in spite
of it all I still hear love
calling out my name.

First I hear you laughing
then I hear you cry
the promise of forever
then the promise of
goodbye.
Lyrics to a song i wrote & recorded.
The song, Promise of Goodbye is at:
www.soundcloud.com/
dantuckerband
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