The Last Post Wins!!!!!

[Mist she/her]

Once it was one page. A haiku? What? 

[Nathrangking he/him]

1 minute ago, Truthless of Shinovar said:

The first, or so it would appear (were there more on other threads?)

This thread had many at one point.

[Mist she/her]

Poetry here? Interesting. Not what I'd expect, but then again, this thread isn't what I'd expect. 

[Nathrangking he/him]

Well for while the posters of this thread thought that they were riddles.

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

A lot of people

Posting in the vain hope of

Victory alone. 

[Nathrangking he/him]

Just now, Truthless of Shinovar said:

A lot of people

Posting in the vain hope of

Victory alone. 

Exactly so.

[Mist she/her]

Quickly posting here

Seeking final victory 

Alas 'tis not so.

[Nathrangking he/him]

Veins of honey stone.

Seen sweetness shines most brightly.

Dreaming of cool rocks.

[Mist she/her]

Running past columns

Reaching into the heavens

Touching blinking lights.

[Nathrangking he/him]

Artistry 

Woven skies expand.

Songs spin intricate patterns.

Birds and rising sun.

[Mist she/her]

Standing, quiet, still.

Labor completed for others.

Surrounding love felt.

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

Look up! The black sky.

Stars and moon, shining softly.

It’s ok, just breathe.

[Nathrangking he/him]

Betrayed by an ally?
Killed by a fake divinity?
Remade by odd magic?

[theTruthshaper]

9 hours ago, Gears said:

Roko's Basilisk is an AI that will torture anyone that knew about it and did not help bring it into existence. Now that you know about it, it will torture you unless you cause its existence to occur. 

Won't work on me. I had precommitted to not do anything under the pain of torture.

[Darkfinder she/her]

Poetry is hard.

I'm very, very bad at it.

How do you do it?

[Nathrangking he/him]

Haiku is not my preferred method though I am fair in it.

[Mist she/her]

T enters the room.

She begins to lift herself

Pushing fields upward.

Practice, I guess. 

[theTruthshaper]

*wins*

[Nathrangking he/him]

Nice.

[theTruthshaper]

*win*

[Mist she/her]

Until you try it, you'll have a hard time getting better. 

[Nathrangking he/him]

Just now, Mist said:

Until you try it, you'll have a hard time getting better. 

Very true. 

[theTruthshaper]

Maybe, you are right, 

I think, but I am no good

At this, I tell Mist

[Mist she/her]

Very nice, I say

For the haiku posted here

You can write, you see?

Edited August 3, 2020 by Mist

[Nathrangking he/him]

Two young dripping branches,

Throw scents born of crushed needles.

Pillars  of perfume.