NunYah's House of Poetry

Started by RaeRox22 pages
Originally posted by Fëanor
that's his name Sy, thought you knew that...

Me too 😛

Originally posted by Syren
Jake?

hug


Thankies 🙂

Happy birthday to me cry

No, I didn't know his name... he never credited me enough to tell me disgust

Rae, I sent you a PM sweetie. Happy Birthday! 😉

Originally posted by Syren
No, I didn't know his name... he never credited me enough to tell me disgust

Rae, I sent you a PM sweetie. Happy Birthday! 😉

Well Mz Pimp'n Im sure he just figured you already knew 😉 Dont take it personally hug Whats up with us and the hugs? 😛

There's obviously some repressed chemistry between us 😆

Seriously though, I was kidding... I'm not offended that he didn't tell me his name. He's just awesome anyway 😊

Originally posted by Syren
There's obviously some repressed chemistry between us 😆

Seriously though, I was kidding... I'm not offended that he didn't tell me his name. He's just awesome anyway 😊

Indeed, I would believe so 😉

I know he is, isnt he? 😛

Originally posted by RaeRox
Not to be mopey, whiny, or like....omg I just said like again.......*is trippin* But I miss Jake cry A lot.

me too cry
Originally posted by RaeRox
Happy birthday to me cry

awww I'm sorry I missed it. Happy belated birthday girl hug

Originally posted by RaeRox
Happy birthday to me cry
OMFG!!!!! HAPPY FUKCING BELAAAAAAAAATED BIRTHDAY!!!! 😱
Originally posted by Syren
There's obviously some repressed chemistry between us 😆

Seriously though, I was kidding... I'm not offended that he didn't tell me his name. He's just awesome anyway 😊

even if he rubbed a few people the wrong way 😆

Originally posted by Fëanor
OMFG!!!!! HAPPY FUKCING BELAAAAAAAAATED BIRTHDAY!!!! 😱 even if he rubbed a few people the wrong way 😆

He did at first lol, but at least he had the balls to apologize and stuff 😄

Originally posted by Coldfire
He did at first lol, but at least he had the balls to apologize and stuff 😄
weeeeeell....i wouldn't know if he had "balls"...if you know what i mean? 😛

but he did at that...then laughed about it afterwards. 🤨 strange guy he is

Originally posted by Fëanor
weeeeeell....i wouldn't know if he had "balls"...if you know what i mean? 😛

but he did at that...then laughed about it afterwards. 🤨 strange guy he is


lol yeah that he is.... man I miss him *sigh* Everyone seems to be gone these days.....

well..i'm sure he's pretty busy with his life and all. not exactly a kid, you know? *shrugs*

Originally posted by Fëanor
well..i'm sure he's pretty busy with his life and all. not exactly a kid, you know? *shrugs*

Yeah I don't doubt that at all... it's just that we had a great little community here before... and now.... now it's fading away.... it's like nobody comes back anymore... or rarely does... cry

ex-squeeze me? what am I, chopped liver? 😛

funny how he kinda kept a lot of us coming back...now why is that? since he didn't really write poetry. 🤨

Originally posted by Fëanor
ex-squeeze me? what am I, chopped liver? 😛

funny how he kinda kept a lot of us coming back...now why is that? since he didn't really write poetry. 🤨


Even you don't always come back sometimes, when you're really busy with work and all.... and it wasn't even really him that kept us together... I dunno what it was, but it's not holding together so well... life is pulling us apart *sigh*

I know exactly what you guys mean cry I mean...its not like it was ONLY him, but we are definatly missing something lately. I mean...hence, NUNYAHS house of Poetry.

Originally posted by RaeRox
I know exactly what you guys mean cry I mean...its not like it was ONLY him, but we are definatly missing something lately. I mean...hence, NUNYAHS house of Poetry.

Exactly so cry

i miss him just as much you guys, you know.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Damn dude, have you gone gay on me or what??

Emily Brontë

Love and Friendship

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.