Creative thread

Rei wrote:The soul of despair dies each night, only to rise in the morning, more desperate than before,
The inevitability of the rebirth only deepens its malaise,
The only thing to look forward to is the sweet release of death,
It’s a release that will never come, but it prefers not to acknowledge this fact,
Living in this sphere of ignorance is the only way the suffering is bearable.

kyro7 wrote:Cock IN.

Dean wrote:Fantastic.

El_indian wrote:that's some deep shit man

Sean wrote:Seems like you've had that one under your hat a while Gord

Dean wrote:A poem written by myself:

Turbulence

The heart hands a beat of red liquid to the cells in our body, nerves jingle on a bones edge, veins swell on the muscle
The walls whisper, the roof talks, the doors mutter, a second presence is felt by the hard cold wooden square metres of our gravity
The heart throws a beat of red liquid to the cells of our body, nerves scream, bones crack, veins pop and the muscles cry
The hair salutes, the eyeball's fixate
She's a storm, standing on her throne

Sean wrote:

kyro7 wrote:Cock IN.

You've lost me?

kyro7 wrote:

Sean wrote:

kyro7 wrote:Cock IN.

You've lost me?

Dunno was being an idiot, don't want to ruin your thread so sorry it wont happen again.

AGUERO-LFC-YNWA wrote:There once was a man known as Ry
Who liked to get extremely high
But then he smoked too much
And leaked human fudge
Now his pants are stained with brown dye

Dean wrote:A poem written by myself:

Turbulence

The heart hands a beat of red liquid to the cells in our body, nerves jingle on a bones edge, veins swell on the muscle
The walls whisper, the roof talks, the doors mutter, a second presence is felt by the hard cold wooden square metres of our gravity
The heart throws a beat of red liquid to the cells of our body, nerves scream, bones crack, veins pop and the muscles cry
The hair salutes, the eyeball's fixate
She's a storm, standing on her throne

Bring Back Forest wrote:A quick poem of mine, first one I've wrote in many months




Long ago, from EA, I used to post my poems to confess
The story of my everlasting love for the beautiful Jess

But times have changed, i've realised that was wrong
She didn't want poems, she just wanted my Schlong

But on the Playmaker, a rival emerged called Spider
He had one on me, he made Jess' legs wider

All his days spent in the Swagger Thread flirting
They all paid off, he got Jess squirting

She squirted and squirted and squirted so hard
Even when Spider, went up her backyard

They were at it all morning, they were at it all night
And when he pulled his dick out it was covered in shite

But that's enough now of my poems for our resident lady
There will be no more for her, except one, maybe..

Many apologies for any members offended
Offence was never what I intended

I shall now leave this thread with my head held high
Despite my efforts, award for best poem, goes to Ry

ReturnOfTheMack wrote:

Bring Back Forest wrote:A quick poem of mine, first one I've wrote in many months




Long ago, from EA, I used to post my poems to confess
The story of my everlasting love for the beautiful Jess

But times have changed, i've realised that was wrong
She didn't want poems, she just wanted my Schlong

But on the Playmaker, a rival emerged called Spider
He had one on me, he made Jess' legs wider

All his days spent in the Swagger Thread flirting
They all paid off, he got Jess squirting

She squirted and squirted and squirted so hard
Even when Spider, went up her backyard

They were at it all morning, they were at it all night
And when he pulled his dick out it was covered in shite

But that's enough now of my poems for our resident lady
There will be no more for her, except one, maybe..

Many apologies for any members offended
Offence was never what I intended

I shall now leave this thread with my head held high
Despite my efforts, award for best poem, goes to Ry

Why are you banned?

Bring Back Forest wrote:A quick poem of mine, first one I've wrote in many months




Long ago, from EA, I used to post my poems to confess
The story of my everlasting love for the beautiful Jess

But times have changed, i've realised that was wrong
She didn't want poems, she just wanted my Schlong

But on the Playmaker, a rival emerged called Spider
He had one on me, he made Jess' legs wider

All his days spent in the Swagger Thread flirting
They all paid off, he got Jess squirting

She squirted and squirted and squirted so hard
Even when Spider, went up her backyard

They were at it all morning, they were at it all night
And when he pulled his dick out it was covered in shite

But that's enough now of my poems for our resident lady
There will be no more for her, except one, maybe..

Many apologies for any members offended
Offence was never what I intended

I shall now leave this thread with my head held high
Despite my efforts, award for best poem, goes to Ry

Jord wrote:You are of a unique kind
The blood within you is unlike all others
You are half angel and half devil
And with Judgement Day drawing near
It's time to choose your path

Will you be the one
To save all of mankind?
Or will you be
The destroyer of the race?
To follow the footsteps
Of your mother or your father

You cannot remain neutral
In the comming war
Of your mother against your father
In the battle for mankind

Will you cause them to suffer?
Will you save their souls from it?
It's you decision to make
But either way in the end
Nature will take back what belongs to it

So will you be the devil
Or the angel for their souls?
Do you want them to suffer
Or do you simply want them away?

You are the half-breed spawn
Of peace and chaos itself
So will you follow your dark father
Or your holy light mother?

Bring Back Forest wrote:A quick poem of mine, first one I've wrote in many months




Long ago, from EA, I used to post my poems to confess
The story of my everlasting love for the beautiful Jess

But times have changed, i've realised that was wrong
She didn't want poems, she just wanted my Schlong

But on the Playmaker, a rival emerged called Spider
He had one on me, he made Jess' legs wider

All his days spent in the Swagger Thread flirting
They all paid off, he got Jess squirting

She squirted and squirted and squirted so hard
Even when Spider, went up her backyard

They were at it all morning, they were at it all night
And when he pulled his dick out it was covered in shite

But that's enough now of my poems for our resident lady
There will be no more for her, except one, maybe..

Many apologies for any members offended
Offence was never what I intended

I shall now leave this thread with my head held high
Despite my efforts, award for best poem, goes to Ry

menalawyerguy wrote:

I consider this my masterpiece.

Bring Back Forest wrote:I'll be the first to post a short story. This is completely off the top of my head, just for fun, no malicious intent involved. It's all banter.

The Playmaker.com and the Evil MILF

It was a lively day on the Playmaker; Jela was getting wet over SSN and posting threads, SBSP was laughing at every single post he possibly could, and Kyro was calling everybody a cunt. You could say that was your average day for our beloved forum, but today, the Playmaker would be experiencing one of the most terrifying experiences it has ever had to face...
It all started around noon. Rangers had just signed a mediocre player from some unknown league in the Faroe Islands. This player was being tipped by Jela to be the next Lionel Messi. Well, the thread that was created, went on to be one of the Playmakers darkest days. The first reply was a facepalm. A facepalm posted by our resident facepalm poster, Kuled. But this was no ordinary facepalm however. No, this was the worst facepalm decision Kuled had ever made in his life. As soon as the post appeared on the screen, Kuled felt a soft, gentle pair of hands slowly wrap themselves around his throat. Kuled tried to scream, but it was no use. The soft, delicate hands slowly held on tighter to Kuled's throat. Kuled, struggling to breathe, quickly picked up his keyboard and tried to hit the person that had their hands around his throat. This act of bravery failed, and before he knew it, Kuled was dead! But was he...
"Hello Kuled...I've been expecting you" came a mysterious voice from the distance.
"Wh..Who are you" Kuled gasped in a shocked tone. "Where am I? I thought I was dead!"
"You are not dead, Kuled" whispered the mysterious voice. "You were saved before your attacker could cause any harm"
"Who was my attacker", a shocked Kuled stammered.
"All will be revealed in due time" whispered the mysterious voice once again, before a loud swooshing nose filled the dark room Kuled found himself in. Then, with a flicker of light, Kuled could see again.
But what met his eyes, gave him the hardest erection the world has ever seen.
"MUM!" gasped Kuled, "Thank goodness you're here! I was attacked Mum. Why are you in your dressing gown?" asked Kuled.
Kuled's mum did not answer. She walked slowly over to Kuled, her face wearing the most notorious of smiles. She reached Kuled, and slowly lifted her hand and placed it on her sons face. Kuled quickly reached down to his penis before it poked his mum in the leg; this was all too much for Kuled. Still, Kuled's mum did not speak. Gently, her hand stroked Kuleds lips, before she removed it. Then, she undid the robe on her dressing gown, and revealed the hairiest fanny the world had ever seen. Kuled let out a small, high pitched squeal; he was going to do it, he was finally going to do it! With his own mother too! Her hands began rubbing her breasts in a rhythmical movement. Everynow and then, her long finger would slowly find itself being sucked so soothingly, before poking her hard nipples. She began working her way down her body, quickly scissoring through her huge beaver. Her beaver now resembled Mr T, to which Kuled let out another high pitched squeal. Her whole hand clenched into a fist, her knees bent. She was going to do it Kuled thought! She was going to fist herself! But, that was not meant to be. As Kuled's mum's fist entered her gold encrusted vajazzled vagina, it exited almost straight away. But this was not the only thing that came out. Along with Kuled's Mums wet fist, there in her palm, was an egg. Quickly, she threw the egg at the wall, and the room was filled with a menacing scream. Out of the egg, popped Jela!



To be continued!