Hello! Rotrok Ombro here! I am the moderator for this group. I hope that it gets used for the creation of a new type of poetry; "Smash Mouth," as my father put it the other day. It's designed to be in your face with a purpose and wants to make the reader think. It's simple in its structure yet complex in its rhythm and meaning. I do hope you join and contribute!

Everything posted must be in bitem format. here is an example

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and it's as easy as that.

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I hope you enjoy writing this as much as I do!

Rotrok AKA Mark

EXAMPLE:

Nail Up the Coffin: Rotrok Ombro

And as I waste what's left of mine,
I come to grips with a sad truth.
Our time must be so envied,
When the Blackness finds the damned.

As the years went on,
Her colors faded to grays.
Fibers detached from the seam.
Skin sagged and flaked away,
Without the slightest sense of irony,
Predicting the inevitable.

Time seemed to have flown by.
Life failed to climax,
Rather dragging through her present.
In retrospect it was far to short,
But even still, Now was not fast enough.

She had decided not to cough anymore;
Not so much because of the pain,
But she simply no longer cared.
It seemed to be foolish to struggle.
So she no longer fought it,
Or enjoyed self-pity,
Or tried to outlast it.
It was time to move on,
To get past the initial shock,
Relocate focus back on reality.

Then, in an instant unlike any other,
Darkness overcame her quite unexpectedly.
There was no light,
No afterlife,
Only the Blackness.

As she sat in what felt like eternal nothingness,
A wave of panic subdued her.
Her body began to chill.
A cool filled her to the core,
Robbing her of her energy.
Scarlet streams coagulated.
She felt her veins go hard.
They stretched and threatened to burst.

And all the while time dragged on.

Dead but not dead, alive,
But trapped inside her old cadaver.
Cruelty to say the very least,
But better this Blackness than flames.
Even in death, things can always get worse.