I think this forum needs a place where we can write just poetry and comment on each others. I'll start.
While you watch my chest heave
As this last breath leaves me
Know that I have found peace
The serenity I could not find in life
I have finally found by following the light
And now its my turn to burn
As the flames lick my skin they envelop me in warmth
As my skin burns pictures of people I knew pass by
Your picture lingers until you're stnading there
I reach out to touch you but you walk away
Leaving me once again on my own
But instead of the rain you're leaving me in the flame
4508.911 days ago
Jan 25, 2011 - 4:56 AM
Whovian, I think your poetry could benefit from structure, but otherwise it's good.
Came time to pay the tithe
And all had come from near and far
To meet beneath an autumn star
And pay their tribute to the Queen
The kobolds from their mountain caves
The goblins from their new dug graves
The silent elves from tree and sprout
The pukas from a dying shout
All to pay the tithe
The hags flew in from crumbling keep
And woke the dryads from their sleep
Came the brownies, with a smile
Came the bogarts, filled with guile
All to pay the tithe
In glided pixies, green of skin
And in swam selkies, cold of fin
In marched the red caps to the drums
Beat on by knotted ogre thumbs
All to pay the tithe
Each kobold gave its first born son
Each goblin all that he had won
Each elf a single acorn seed
Each puka thoughts of hate and greed
All had paid the tithe
Each hag brought cuts of strong sinew
Each dryad drops of bottled dew
Each brownie gave thread and needle
Each bogart came with black beetle
All had paid the tithe
Each pixie gave the stuff of dreams
Each selkie mud from sacred streams
Each redcap blood from soldiers slain
Each ogre chunks of human brain
All had paid the tithe
Came time to pay the tithe
And all had come from near and far
To meet beneath an autumn star
And pay their tribute to the Queen
4508.202 days ago
Jan 25, 2011 - 9:58 PM
The Waltz
The Angel swoops on wings of sin,
His smile lies reassurance.
We dance to ballads in minor keys,
His feathers drift to cover the truth.
I shut my eyes whilst my Angel led,
Shuffled unwilling to music sour, never sweet.
The chords struck as hammers on glass,
And my blood seeped clear from the rends.
The Angel's wings, of Anansi's own silk,
Sealed me in his words macabre.
Our sonatas play unceasing,
Now I answer only to Lucifer's call.
4508.169 days ago
Jan 25, 2011 - 10:45 PM
I've never had good structure in my poetry. I also prefer it not to rhyme. I have one that I have to find because my Speech class raved about it.
4508.13 days ago
Jan 25, 2011 - 11:41 PM
Many of the poems I write are:
• AABBC format
• Lines are usually 7-8 syllables with one that ends a verse with far less.
I'm a very technical writer.
4508.106 days ago
Jan 26, 2011 - 12:16 AM
I'm a very technical writer.
I never would have guessed. 😛
4508.101 days ago
Jan 26, 2011 - 12:22 AM
Sarcasm?
By technical, I mean that I follow writing outlines strictly, whether I create them or not.
4508.088 days ago
Jan 26, 2011 - 12:42 AM
My stuff usually never ryhmes. The one from my Speech class does, but that's because the teacher made us.
4508.079 days ago
Jan 26, 2011 - 12:55 AM
I personally enjoy writing in iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter with the occasional trochaic switch.
4508.079 days ago
Jan 26, 2011 - 12:55 AM
I rather like your poem there, sirbob. Some of the rhythms and rhymes in a couple of lines feel a bit... off, but it's still good.
4508.069 days ago
Jan 26, 2011 - 1:09 AM
I just don't care for the iambic rhymes because I hate having to use awkward words to finish my lines and stanzas.
4508.065 days ago
Jan 26, 2011 - 1:14 AM
Yeah, it can get sort of strange.
And thank you, ThenAgain. It is a bit off, so here's one that's somewhat similar in meter, but slightly less off,
Through blood and through fire
Though the danger be dire
The Royal Dragoons will ride swift
In the hearts of our foes
Our shouts will raise ire
As the souls of our men they uplift
Our formations pristine
In the name of the Queen
We’ll ride to the heart of the fray
Our sabers will glow
With the bloodiest sheen
As our valor delivers the day
Gunfire be damned
As we charge over land
Not a man of us breaks from the fight
For we’re true and we’re brave
And with weapons in hand
Our army’s chances look bright
To us death’s a sport
And to cut a life short
Is no worse then kicking a ball
The clashing of steel
And the cannon’s report
Are as cheers of a crowd to us all
Through blood and through fire
Though the danger be dire
The Royal Dragoons will ride swift
In the hearts of our foes
Our shouts will raise ire
As the souls of our men they uplift
4508.036 days ago
Jan 26, 2011 - 1:56 AM
Love:
You told me you loved me
I said it back
Our love stung like a bee
And had no lack
At the first sign of trouble
You turned and fled
I stood there in the rubble
As I cried and I bled
Now you act like nothing is wrong
You ignore me as if I’m not there
This has been going on for too long
I feel as if there is no more air
Most would blame you
But I don’t know that I can
I feel a bit blue
Most days I wish to be hit by a van
One day I’ll feel better
But right now I can’t
So I’ll write how I feel in a letter
It’ll look like a rant
And then I’ll burn it
And forget all about you
It’s time for me to quit
Because you’re no longer my glue
4506.999 days ago
Jan 27, 2011 - 2:50 AM
If I’m The Flower, Then You’re A Gallon of Miracle Gro Weed-B-Gon
I am the flower [petalling through] on my bike, photosynthesized from your light that’s scattering through peridot that glints uselessly in the wake of your grassy eyes that glaze over until portals appear and guide me by way of blurred candlelight in the same way those theatre bulbs guided me back to the seat where we then proceeded to profess our love with lips unspeaking. I watch as those sea green fronds grow and contract into the deep onyx centrifuge and run into a tree. Only to fall off my bike and onto you - discovering that the road maps in your eyes are now just tarry skies - starless and uninteresting. I remember when we wrote that beautiful story acted out in the auditorium of your irises, but now its become a hollow shell of flat characters and bad pacing - losing its ability to captivate me and tranquilize my powerful hands. Now they’ve been lost to you - an upheaval of earth in your garden of eden.
Bursting into sun
you grow ivy ‘cross my eyes -
rooting yourself there.
This is a haibun I wrote for a poetry challenge. This isn't the final draft because the final draft got lost somewhere in the sands of time. Tell me what you think? (:
4506.762 days ago
Jan 27, 2011 - 8:32 AM
I like that :D And it has introduced me to the haibun!
4506.613 days ago
Jan 27, 2011 - 12:05 PM
anyone know any good slam poets?
4501.842 days ago
Feb 1, 2011 - 6:36 AM
Cathexis is shit,
my prolix is worse,
your name has an X,
like all of these words.
4501.807 days ago
Feb 1, 2011 - 7:26 AM
The End of All Importance
Meaning stalks on velvet paws,
Stopping to snatch at innocent souls.
It rearanges the compass to its own device,
Leading unknowing victims to dubious goals.
Spectres are robbed of all decision,
Their lives no longer are their own-
The hearts and homes are lit now
By an electric sun.
The gods are false and dreams are lies;
People don’t exist. In the forest built of life,
Meaning would have us all pretend:
Sanity is meaning, and the truth is found within.
The Shadow in darkness watches me now,
Its teeth are bared in a smile.
Stories tell me it is real,
But stories are made of hope.
If the world were a lie,
If people were ghosts,
If it were all imagination,
Would not this be the ultimate salvation?
4495.068 days ago
Feb 8, 2011 - 1:11 AM
^ I liked it. The first two stanzas really reminded me of T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock" and there's something in the tone that's a bit reminiscent of "The Wasteland" though certainly a lot less formal and convoluted.
4493.249 days ago
Feb 9, 2011 - 8:50 PM
You, like the poison in my veins,
Blackening my lungs like cigarette smoke...
But still I can't walk away,
Though maybe it's for the best.
4489.39 days ago
Feb 13, 2011 - 5:26 PM
I think the first line would be better without the "like" and the second with the "...". Also,
the last lines both use connectives, and it doesn't seem to flow. Maybe restructure?
You could maybe add in some more lines between the 3rd and 4th to add more context to the final line.
Basically, I thnk there's too many words that aren't carrying concepts/images, just...words.
4489.369 days ago
Feb 13, 2011 - 5:57 PM
At Decline of Day.
A sprite of lithe light dances
Its last to a whisper of wind's fun,
When manic Winter applies to it's canvas
The gleams of a grateful sun.
An unspecific pane pops and crackles,
And gathers pace, sound and light from
Silence of mind and evening shackles,
When stirs little in house and home.
Shadows, fed by time and loss growing
On walls nourished by neither,
Garner in their bowing,
Applause of raining weather.
Evening tyres, with heavy sighs, pass by,
While drainpipes operatically sing,
All the songs they know of joy -
Browned concrete, marble sky, sunless wings.
In the midst of shrouding shadows
Where tined and tentacled trees stitch
Seam's of light, daytime narrows,
And darkness drops to its noisome pitch.
4487.053 days ago
Feb 16, 2011 - 1:32 AM
I like that, is good. The 3rd stanza is a bit... awkward, but the rest flows nicely.
I especially like "Browned concrete, marble sky, sunless wings."
4486.515 days ago
Feb 16, 2011 - 2:27 PM
Rising Tide.
Frighteningly
Erratic
Aren’t they?
Rises in the tide.
They
Envelope you and I.
Rising,
Rising.
Oh, they inch ever closer.
Rising, Rising.
Dark waves come closer.
Rising.
Each breath we take now is but
A dismissal of our coming
Destiny.
Here we meet our end,
Or at least something resembling an end.
Rising,
Rising.
Open wide and breathe deep the dark water.
Rising, Rising.
4486.472 days ago
Feb 16, 2011 - 3:28 PM
Bravo, sir. You are the FIRST poet I've ever read, outside of George Herbert, who could manage to make a pattern poem emotionally evocative. Truly well done.
Edit - Did you mean meet our destiny or as it was written?
4485.958 days ago
Feb 17, 2011 - 3:49 AM
{
"thread_id": "107",
"posts": [
{
"id": "770",
"time": "1295931411",
"html": "I think this forum needs a place where we can write just poetry and comment on each others. I'll start.<br />\n<br />\n<br />\nWhile you watch my chest heave<br />\nAs this last breath leaves me<br />\nKnow that I have found peace<br />\nThe serenity I could not find in life<br />\nI have finally found by following the light<br />\nAnd now its my turn to burn<br />\n<br />\nAs the flames lick my skin they envelop me in warmth<br />\nAs my skin burns pictures of people I knew pass by<br />\nYour picture lingers until you're stnading there<br />\n<br />\nI reach out to touch you but you walk away<br />\nLeaving me once again on my own<br />\nBut instead of the rain you're leaving me in the flame",
"user": "whovian"
},
{
"id": "1484",
"time": "1295992682",
"html": "Whovian, I think your poetry could benefit from structure, but otherwise it's good.<br />\n<br />\nCame time to pay the tithe<br />\nAnd all had come from near and far<br />\nTo meet beneath an autumn star<br />\nAnd pay their tribute to the Queen<br />\n<br />\nThe kobolds from their mountain caves<br />\nThe goblins from their new dug graves<br />\nThe silent elves from tree and sprout<br />\nThe pukas from a dying shout<br />\nAll to pay the tithe<br />\n<br />\nThe hags flew in from crumbling keep<br />\nAnd woke the dryads from their sleep<br />\nCame the brownies, with a smile<br />\nCame the bogarts, filled with guile<br />\nAll to pay the tithe<br />\n<br />\nIn glided pixies, green of skin<br />\nAnd in swam selkies, cold of fin<br />\nIn marched the red caps to the drums<br />\nBeat on by knotted ogre thumbs<br />\nAll to pay the tithe<br />\n<br />\nEach kobold gave its first born son<br />\nEach goblin all that he had won<br />\nEach elf a single acorn seed<br />\nEach puka thoughts of hate and greed<br />\nAll had paid the tithe<br />\n<br />\nEach hag brought cuts of strong sinew<br />\nEach dryad drops of bottled dew<br />\nEach brownie gave thread and needle<br />\nEach bogart came with black beetle<br />\nAll had paid the tithe<br />\n<br />\nEach pixie gave the stuff of dreams<br />\nEach selkie mud from sacred streams<br />\nEach redcap blood from soldiers slain <br />\nEach ogre chunks of human brain<br />\nAll had paid the tithe<br />\n<br />\nCame time to pay the tithe<br />\nAnd all had come from near and far<br />\nTo meet beneath an autumn star<br />\nAnd pay their tribute to the Queen",
"user": "sirbob"
},
{
"id": "1542",
"time": "1295995500",
"html": "The Waltz<br />\n<br />\nThe Angel swoops on wings of sin,<br />\nHis smile lies reassurance.<br />\nWe dance to ballads in minor keys,<br />\nHis feathers drift to cover the truth.<br />\n<br />\n<br />\nI shut my eyes whilst my Angel led,<br />\nShuffled unwilling to music sour, never sweet.<br />\nThe chords struck as hammers on glass,<br />\nAnd my blood seeped clear from the rends.<br />\n<br />\n<br />\nThe Angel's wings, of Anansi's own silk,<br />\nSealed me in his words macabre.<br />\nOur sonatas play unceasing,<br />\nNow I answer only to Lucifer's call.",
"user": "rainingonyourparade"
},
{
"id": "1617",
"time": "1295998884",
"html": "I've never had good structure in my poetry. I also prefer it not to rhyme. I have one that I have to find because my Speech class raved about it.",
"user": "whovian"
},
{
"id": "1668",
"time": "1296000993",
"html": "Many of the poems I write are:<br />\n\u2022 AABBC format<br />\n\u2022 Lines are usually 7-8 syllables with one that ends a verse with far less.<br />\n<br />\nI'm a very technical writer.",
"user": "sophrosyne"
},
{
"id": "1673",
"time": "1296001373",
"html": "<div style=\"margin:20px; background-image:url(/images/light.png);\"><div style=\"border:1px solid #888; padding:5px;\"><a href=\"/users/sophrosyne\">Sophrosyne</a> said:</div><div style=\"border:1px solid #888; padding:20px;\">I'm a very technical writer.</div></div><br />I never would have guessed. \ud83d\ude1b",
"user": "joetom"
},
{
"id": "1699",
"time": "1296002539",
"html": "Sarcasm?<br />\nBy technical, I mean that I follow writing outlines strictly, whether I create them or not.",
"user": "sophrosyne"
},
{
"id": "1717",
"time": "1296003308",
"html": "My stuff usually never ryhmes. The one from my Speech class does, but that's because the teacher made us.",
"user": "whovian"
},
{
"id": "1718",
"time": "1296003316",
"html": "I personally enjoy writing in iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter with the occasional trochaic switch.",
"user": "sirbob"
},
{
"id": "1743",
"time": "1296004189",
"html": "I rather like your poem there, sirbob. Some of the rhythms and rhymes in a couple of lines feel a bit... off, but it's still good.",
"user": "thenagain"
},
{
"id": "1752",
"time": "1296004463",
"html": "I just don't care for the iambic rhymes because I hate having to use awkward words to finish my lines and stanzas.",
"user": "whovian"
},
{
"id": "1819",
"time": "1296007018",
"html": "Yeah, it can get sort of strange.<br />\n<br />\nAnd thank you, ThenAgain. It is a bit off, so here's one that's somewhat similar in meter, but slightly less off,<br />\n<br />\n<br />\nThrough blood and through fire<br />\nThough the danger be dire<br />\nThe Royal Dragoons will ride swift<br />\nIn the hearts of our foes<br />\nOur shouts will raise ire<br />\nAs the souls of our men they uplift<br />\n<br />\nOur formations pristine<br />\nIn the name of the Queen<br />\nWe\u2019ll ride to the heart of the fray<br />\nOur sabers will glow<br />\nWith the bloodiest sheen<br />\nAs our valor delivers the day<br />\n<br />\nGunfire be damned<br />\nAs we charge over land<br />\nNot a man of us breaks from the fight<br />\nFor we\u2019re true and we\u2019re brave<br />\nAnd with weapons in hand<br />\nOur army\u2019s chances look bright<br />\n<br />\nTo us death\u2019s a sport<br />\nAnd to cut a life short<br />\nIs no worse then kicking a ball<br />\nThe clashing of steel<br />\nAnd the cannon\u2019s report<br />\nAre as cheers of a crowd to us all<br />\n<br />\nThrough blood and through fire<br />\nThough the danger be dire<br />\nThe Royal Dragoons will ride swift<br />\nIn the hearts of our foes<br />\nOur shouts will raise ire<br />\nAs the souls of our men they uplift",
"user": "sirbob"
},
{
"id": "2849",
"time": "1296096628",
"html": "Love:<br />\n<br />\nYou told me you loved me<br />\nI said it back<br />\nOur love stung like a bee<br />\nAnd had no lack<br />\n<br />\nAt the first sign of trouble<br />\nYou turned and fled<br />\nI stood there in the rubble<br />\nAs I cried and I bled<br />\n<br />\nNow you act like nothing is wrong<br />\nYou ignore me as if I\u2019m not there<br />\nThis has been going on for too long<br />\nI feel as if there is no more air<br />\n<br />\nMost would blame you<br />\nBut I don\u2019t know that I can<br />\nI feel a bit blue<br />\nMost days I wish to be hit by a van<br />\n<br />\nOne day I\u2019ll feel better<br />\nBut right now I can\u2019t<br />\nSo I\u2019ll write how I feel in a letter<br />\nIt\u2019ll look like a rant<br />\n<br />\nAnd then I\u2019ll burn it<br />\nAnd forget all about you<br />\nIt\u2019s time for me to quit<br />\nBecause you\u2019re no longer my glue",
"user": "whovian"
},
{
"id": "3118",
"time": "1296117124",
"html": "<span style=\"font-weight:bold;\">If I\u2019m The Flower, Then You\u2019re A Gallon of Miracle Gro Weed-B-Gon</span><br />\n<br />\nI am the flower [petalling through] on my bike, photosynthesized from your light that\u2019s scattering through peridot that glints uselessly in the wake of your grassy eyes that glaze over until portals appear and guide me by way of blurred candlelight in the same way those theatre bulbs guided me back to the seat where we then proceeded to profess our love with lips unspeaking. I watch as those sea green fronds grow and contract into the deep onyx centrifuge and run into a tree. Only to fall off my bike and onto you - discovering that the road maps in your eyes are now just tarry skies - starless and uninteresting. I remember when we wrote that beautiful story acted out in the auditorium of your irises, but now its become a hollow shell of flat characters and bad pacing - losing its ability to captivate me and tranquilize my powerful hands. Now they\u2019ve been lost to you - an upheaval of earth in your garden of eden.<br />\n<br />\nBursting into sun<br />\nyou grow ivy \u2018cross my eyes -<br />\nrooting yourself there.<br />\n<br />\n<span style=\"font-style:italic;\">This is a haibun I wrote for a poetry challenge. This isn't the final draft because the final draft got lost somewhere in the sands of time. Tell me what you think? (:</span>",
"user": "thestorythief"
},
{
"id": "3190",
"time": "1296129918",
"html": "I like that :D And it has introduced me to the haibun!",
"user": "thenagain"
},
{
"id": "15481",
"time": "1296542212",
"html": "anyone know any good slam poets?",
"user": "righteouspugs"
},
{
"id": "15493",
"time": "1296545194",
"html": "Cathexis is shit,<br />\nmy prolix is worse,<br />\nyour name has an X,<br />\nlike all of these words.",
"user": "k"
},
{
"id": "20198",
"time": "1297127481",
"html": "<span style=\"font-weight:bold;\">The End of All Importance</span><br />\n<br />\nMeaning stalks on velvet paws, <br />\nStopping to snatch at innocent souls.<br />\nIt rearanges the compass to its own device,<br />\nLeading unknowing victims to dubious goals.<br />\n<br />\nSpectres are robbed of all decision,<br />\nTheir lives no longer are their own-<br />\nThe hearts and homes are lit now<br />\nBy an electric sun. <br />\n<br />\nThe gods are false and dreams are lies;<br />\nPeople don\u2019t exist. In the forest built of life,<br />\nMeaning would have us all pretend:<br />\nSanity is meaning, and the truth is found within.<br />\n<br />\nThe Shadow in darkness watches me now,<br />\nIts teeth are bared in a smile.<br />\nStories tell me it is real, <br />\nBut stories are made of hope.<br />\n<br />\nIf the world were a lie,<br />\nIf people were ghosts,<br />\nIf it were all imagination,<br />\nWould not this be the ultimate salvation?",
"user": "rainingonyourparade"
},
{
"id": "21144",
"time": "1297284628",
"html": "^ I liked it. The first two stanzas really reminded me of T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock" and there's something in the tone that's a bit reminiscent of "The Wasteland" though certainly a lot less formal and convoluted.",
"user": "randite"
},
{
"id": "23108",
"time": "1297618010",
"html": "You, like the poison in my veins,<br />\nBlackening my lungs like cigarette smoke...<br />\nBut still I can't walk away,<br />\nThough maybe it's for the best.",
"user": "never"
},
{
"id": "23118",
"time": "1297619861",
"html": "I think the first line would be better without the "like" and the second with the "...". Also, <br />\nthe last lines both use connectives, and it doesn't seem to flow. Maybe restructure?<br />\nYou could maybe add in some more lines between the 3rd and 4th to add more context to the final line.<br />\nBasically, I thnk there's too many words that aren't carrying concepts/images, just...words.",
"user": "thenagain"
},
{
"id": "24609",
"time": "1297819970",
"html": "At Decline of Day.<br />\n<br />\nA sprite of lithe light dances<br />\nIts last to a whisper of wind's fun,<br />\nWhen manic Winter applies to it's canvas<br />\nThe gleams of a grateful sun.<br />\n<br />\nAn unspecific pane pops and crackles,<br />\nAnd gathers pace, sound and light from<br />\nSilence of mind and evening shackles,<br />\nWhen stirs little in house and home.<br />\n<br />\nShadows, fed by time and loss growing<br />\nOn walls nourished by neither,<br />\nGarner in their bowing,<br />\nApplause of raining weather.<br />\n<br />\nEvening tyres, with heavy sighs, pass by,<br />\nWhile drainpipes operatically sing,<br />\nAll the songs they know of joy -<br />\nBrowned concrete, marble sky, sunless wings.<br />\n<br />\nIn the midst of shrouding shadows<br />\nWhere tined and tentacled trees stitch<br />\nSeam's of light, daytime narrows,<br />\nAnd darkness drops to its noisome pitch.",
"user": "landravager"
},
{
"id": "25041",
"time": "1297866449",
"html": "I like that, is good. The 3rd stanza is a bit... awkward, but the rest flows nicely.<br />\nI especially like "Browned concrete, marble sky, sunless wings."",
"user": "thenagain"
},
{
"id": "25059",
"time": "1297870126",
"html": "<span style=\"font-style:italic;\">Rising Tide.</span><br />\n<br />\nFrighteningly<br />\nErratic<br />\nAren\u2019t they?<br />\nRises in the tide.<br />\n<br />\nThey<br />\nEnvelope you and I.<br />\nRising,<br />\nRising.<br />\nOh, they inch ever closer.<br />\nRising, Rising.<br />\n<br />\nDark waves come closer.<br />\nRising.<br />\nEach breath we take now is but<br />\nA dismissal of our coming<br />\nDestiny.<br />\n<br />\nHere we meet our end,<br />\nOr at least something resembling an end.<br />\nRising,<br />\nRising.<br />\nOpen wide and breathe deep the dark water.<br />\nRising, Rising.",
"user": "ninjaofcloud"
},
{
"id": "25358",
"time": "1297914582",
"html": "Bravo, sir. You are the FIRST poet I've ever read, outside of George Herbert, who could manage to make a pattern poem emotionally evocative. Truly well done.<br />\n<br />\nEdit - Did you mean meet our destiny or as it was written?",
"user": "randite"
}
],
"users": {
"whovian": {
"name": "Whovian",
"key": "whovian",
"url": "/users/whovian",
"avatar": "/images/white.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "5716"
},
"sirbob": {
"name": "sirbob",
"key": "sirbob",
"url": "/users/sirbob",
"avatar": "/images/white.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "48"
},
"rainingonyourparade": {
"name": "RainingOnYourParade",
"key": "rainingonyourparade",
"url": "/users/rainingonyourparade",
"avatar": "/images/white.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "4748"
},
"sophrosyne": {
"name": "Sophrosyne",
"key": "sophrosyne",
"url": "/users/sophrosyne",
"avatar": "/uploads/drawn/3473.png",
"rankClass": "comrade",
"rankText": "АДМИНИСТРАТОР",
"posts": "3499"
},
"joetom": {
"name": "joetom",
"key": "joetom",
"url": "/users/joetom",
"avatar": "/uploads/drawn/23117.png",
"rankClass": "admin",
"rankText": "Admin",
"posts": "7643"
},
"thenagain": {
"name": "ThenAgain",
"key": "thenagain",
"url": "/users/thenagain",
"avatar": "/images/white.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "1440"
},
"thestorythief": {
"name": "TheStoryThief",
"key": "thestorythief",
"url": "/users/thestorythief",
"avatar": "/images/white.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "8"
},
"righteouspugs": {
"name": "RighteousPugs",
"key": "righteouspugs",
"url": "/users/righteouspugs",
"avatar": "/images/white.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "6"
},
"k": {
"name": "K",
"key": "k",
"url": "/users/k",
"avatar": "/uploads/drawn/1314.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "5450"
},
"randite": {
"name": "randite",
"key": "randite",
"url": "/users/randite",
"avatar": "/images/white.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "49"
},
"never": {
"name": "Never",
"key": "never",
"url": "/users/never",
"avatar": "/images/white.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "4398"
},
"landravager": {
"name": "Landravager",
"key": "landravager",
"url": "/users/landravager",
"avatar": "/images/white.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "2"
},
"ninjaofcloud": {
"name": "Ninja_of_Cloud",
"key": "ninjaofcloud",
"url": "/users/ninjaofcloud",
"avatar": "/uploads/drawn/1412.png",
"rankClass": "civilian",
"rankText": "",
"posts": "2855"
}
},
"page_num": 1,
"locked": 0,
"total_pages": 45
}