cre.ations.net http://cre.ations.net/ A haven for creators and makers, cre.ations.net is the place to quickly publish anything you've created. Free and easy! en-us Copyright 2006, cre.ations.net Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:16:48 -0500 Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:16:48 -0500 custom http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss <![CDATA[Love - a wacky poem]]> Created by pointlesspark 8 weeks ago: "Love, brought to you by the masses. You've brought, Love, With cool singeing hope, the destiny of Man. but you eat that sweet peach like you watch the sun…. And up I leapt, quickly, to go grab my scalpel and the Cheddar under my bed that starts to reek, Because its fast and deficient and not too dear, As it's been there for well over a week, even though the best orifice for such is in your heart. Wonderingly, I twirled, Dancing the Boogy, 'neath the big Disco Ball. Of course I, Wonderingly, fell till life came wire. sail away, you fiction, excuse the missed doves by an ineffable, her, that sounds right! not Even handled tide is the life we want to live. Are you a poet? No! Because gods have no pity on those borne when history began! eat that peach like you watch the sun, And maybe then become how you must be. (But I will always feel the right to chicken done right). realms become found down wind of the man in the moon, And elude the hippopotami ... my heart grows, Cubed or crushed...."

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]]> Created by pointlesspark 8 weeks ago: "Love, brought to you by the masses. You've brought, Love, With cool singeing hope, the destiny of Man. but you eat that sweet peach like you watch the sun…. And up I leapt, quickly, to go grab my scalpel and the Cheddar under my bed that starts to reek, Because its fast and deficient and not too dear, As it's been there for well over a week, even though the best orifice for such is in your heart. Wonderingly, I twirled, Dancing the Boogy, 'neath the big Disco Ball. Of course I, Wonderingly, fell till life came wire. sail away, you fiction, excuse the missed doves by an ineffable, her, that sounds right! not Even handled tide is the life we want to live. Are you a poet? No! Because gods have no pity on those borne when history began! eat that peach like you watch the sun, And maybe then become how you must be. (But I will always feel the right to chicken done right). realms become found down wind of the man in the moon, And elude the hippopotami ... my heart grows, Cubed or crushed...."

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]]> http://cre.ations.net/creation/love---a-wacky-poem http://cre.ations.net/creation/love---a-wacky-poem Literature Sat, 24 May 2008 14:11:42 -0500 <![CDATA[Hell is Heaven]]> Created by pointlesspark 1 year ago: "I won some writing thing with it last year so I just wanted to see what other people thought about it. It's just some fiction story i wrote so... uh... here it goes. --Hell is Heaven-- A loud shriek echoed and a heavy artillery shell thundered onto the desolate cemetery. The earth shook as if rocked by a slow and steady hand. The scene, however dead it may be, seemed alive with every crash, explosion, and even the slightest movement. Even the most intelligent and mentally sound soldier would have gone mad at the sight of the wicked dance. A dance that seemed to go on forever in an endless daze. Maybe this was Hell. Maybe the corpses of the fallen soldiers weren’t trying to break free of their earthen imprisonment but were trying to escape this hellish world. A world we call home. Zechial rolled from his bed coughing and vomiting blood. He never thought he could have imagined a sight as chaotic as that. Tears were rolling down the side of his face. This was..."

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]]> Created by pointlesspark 1 year ago: "I won some writing thing with it last year so I just wanted to see what other people thought about it. It's just some fiction story i wrote so... uh... here it goes. --Hell is Heaven-- A loud shriek echoed and a heavy artillery shell thundered onto the desolate cemetery. The earth shook as if rocked by a slow and steady hand. The scene, however dead it may be, seemed alive with every crash, explosion, and even the slightest movement. Even the most intelligent and mentally sound soldier would have gone mad at the sight of the wicked dance. A dance that seemed to go on forever in an endless daze. Maybe this was Hell. Maybe the corpses of the fallen soldiers weren’t trying to break free of their earthen imprisonment but were trying to escape this hellish world. A world we call home. Zechial rolled from his bed coughing and vomiting blood. He never thought he could have imagined a sight as chaotic as that. Tears were rolling down the side of his face. This was..."

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]]> http://cre.ations.net/creation/hell-is-heaven http://cre.ations.net/creation/hell-is-heaven Literature Fri, 23 Feb 2007 15:15:02 -0600