First place goes to PaperDart! PaperDart wrote a neat obscure form of Anglo-Saxon style of alliterative verse
The poem is here: [link]
Also we have invizygirl
[link]
Congratulations to the winners!


Going NowhereTraveling NowhereGoing Nowhere
We live in a nation of tourists. When you walk down the street Friday night for dinner, you can get Japanese sushi, Turkish falafels, and American hamburgers, sometimes all in the same place. American cities are teeming with the masses of Little Italies and Chinatowns. We like to think that we are cosmopolitan. Sometimes America feels a bit like a travel brochure.
Dunbars number is a theoretical limit proposed by Robin Dunbar to describe the number of people that we can know. Anything greater than that is merely an abstract conception. The cashier at the local fast fo


Unfinished Piece: WIPUnfinished pieceUnfinished Piece: WIP
I am a guilty bystander In a war Ive never won Looking to fight too late In a battle ancient and done
Facing a wall of gattling guns we own Soldiering through the trenches, lost captain Only static on the dead radio We have lost the line, we all die alone
Can we honestly call for hope and good What can it mean to the hungry? Give candy bars to the sick and dieing Dull wavering wits; a morphine nirvana
I was ten years to late
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"He is a [sane] man who can have tragedy in his heart and comedy in his head." G.K. Chesterton
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"He is a [sane] man who can have tragedy in his heart and comedy in his head." G.K. Chesterton
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Wit is far more often a shield than a lance. - Anonymous
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"He is a [sane] man who can have tragedy in his heart and comedy in his head." G.K. Chesterton
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Two-time urban explorer, and air raid siren enthusiast...
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"He is a [sane] man who can have tragedy in his heart and comedy in his head." G.K. Chesterton
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Two-time urban explorer, and air raid siren enthusiast...
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