This is where it happens
Bring your dark and dreary stuff
We don't want your hearts and flowers
Your kisses and your fluff
We want pain and heartbreak
Bloody knives and gore
We'll take your fondest nightmares
The stuff behind that door!
So come on, bring it all
Don't hold back this time
We don't care if it's sick
Free verse or in rhyme
Nine PM this Saturday
Hope to see you there
Come to Chat on the Darkside
It's dark stuff we can share!
Comments
Yes, I guess...
you could call this a novelty poem; although it IS an invitation to a real event!
I agree with deleting the [The] from the title, but I think that I shall keep the [yours] because I wanted to call attention to the
writers bringing [their] poetry to the chat. I don't have any idea why you should be finishing the word [flowers] while starting to say Your; [flowers is at the end of the previous line]. Third stanza, 1st line: I put a comma after the word [on] to give it the proper rhythm. I don't know why you are surprised to see me rhyming, I do it all the time! Thanks for the feedback and comments, ~ Geezer.
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Just show up...
with your dark side. We want to see that dusty, scary stuff you've been hiding! ~ Gee.
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we don't care if it is sick
we don't care if it is sick
free verse or perfect rhyme
i think this has better rhythm
hope i can make this. it would be midnight my time? (washington state). the dark is my favorite place!
Yep...
midnight for you! Just bring your dark side. We want to see the scary stuff you think about. ~ Geezer.
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i got the time wrong! lol.
i got the time wrong! lol. you are three hours ahead so it is now 9 your time, 6 mine but i am here. just hope i can find the right place
Sorry...
My fault, I'm so used to trying to transcribe to Aussie time, that I forgot that it was less time for you, not more! ~Geezer.
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