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I'm back!

Hi, everyone! I know you missed me! Things really fell apart around here without my support... We were about to overtake Misc. Thought! Anyway, I'm going to start writing again. What should I write about? I know Silvia wants me to write a romance, but I will probably finish Storm and Fire first, it has been a long time since I last updated that. Anyway, post your opinions on what I should write!

A little speech

I'm making this up as I go.

When you truely love you feel this fear. A fear to be regeted from the person, and a fear to love the person if you are to cause them pain. It is easy to watch from the shadows, and when you do this you take the pain and absorb it. You hide it and pretend that nothing has happened. Love is a blessing and a curse. To many people love to many people, flaunting it about tauntingly. Even if love is pain we could limit the pain it we were true to ourselves.

Thank you and good bye!

Love

Love is a illusion,
Behind every love there is pain,
But let us indulge ourselves,
Even if it is a fantasy.

re: Howard

Interesting the same way watching a blind person try to walk on a tightrope over a 100 meter drop is.  Actually, that does sound kind of interesting...  I may do it.  Don't know.

Howard

I think you should try writing a romance. I'd like to see how you do it, and where it goes. It'd be interesting.

To many poems!

Did I use that title already? Ohwell.

The night gives way to day,
The moist rain still clings to the grass,
I cling to my legs, trying to warm them,
The stone is cold as I sit on it,
My stomach growls for food it has lone since been deprived,
My heart has lost a piece sice you died,
It no longer beats, it barely keeps going,
I know that this would cause you pain,
But I can't stop,
Time has stopped for me,
Maybe time will flow once again for me,
Untill then I will sit in agony.

I am going nuts! Stupid summer!

Babies grow,
Each one a gem,
Emeralds,
Rubies,
Diamonds,
All in the rough,
Waiting for people to polish and cut them into true wonders.

Must... stop...

Phew ok I've stopped. Recently I have gone a bit more insoane then usual so I apologize to all those out there. I will upadate Eternal Feather next weekend.

To many poems!

All this year,
The time has pasted,
My useless body has laid down,
The worthlessness I felt,
Like a leaf that was falling off a tree,
I will make a wonder,
I will make myself live,
Not within me, but within others.

Time to fly,
To travel on wings of hopes and prayers,
To become the angel of god and make dreams come true,
With a pen the world can be changed,
With a pen the world can flourish,
With a pen the world can burn,
With my pen I will a nine day miracle.

Tricksy devil,
She flirts and toys with you,
Not mean not loving,
You feel your emotions tie,
You can't explain,
Your love,
You can't awaken her to her own,
The bond is impossible,
But you still love.

Poems, poems everywhere!

Two Worlds

Fields turn grey as night falls,
The last rays of sun leave the branches of a tree,
Then a red flame flies into the field of grain,
Birds chirping, it is replaced by the scream of villagers,
The sound of men working, it comes from the work of murderous thieves,
A land loses its color and turns black.

The True Color of Snow

Why is snow white? It is not white because it chose to be, but because it forgot. Snow forgot its color and so is white. But white is a sacred color. White resembles purity. Just like the purity of the fresh snow.

Fairy Tale

The hero rides into the villiage,
A white steed bears him,
Gold armor protects him,
His handsome face draws favor to him,
He sweeps up the pesant girl he loves,
They ride away,
The girl reading wishes the fairy tale was real.

Alone

The baby who is born alone loses love.
The toddler who walks alone loses incouragement.
The child who plays alone loses friendship.
The teenager who studies alone loses confidence.
The adult who works alone loses peace.
The oldman who dies alone retains his hatred.

True Tears

When one cries true tears, that ones opens their heart.
You understand then for that second.
Then their heart closes.
But you, in that instant, have made them part of your soul.

Pain

The pain of injury,
A cut, a bruise, a break,
It hurts to move,
The pain of the body.

The pain of loss,
A friend, a loved one, someone,
It hurts to think,
The pain of the heart.

The pain of revenge,
To ruin, to hurt, to kill,
It hurts to smile,
The pain of happiness.

What do you think?

After I finish the current story-arc in my current Paul and Silvia story, should I continue it, work more on my Howard Windstorm story, or go on to another genre?  No, I am not going to write a romance novel.  I just don't want to.  So, give me your imput.  I want to know what people want to see.

More poems!

Listening to music really makes me want to write poems.

I see you,
The wind lifts your hair,
You fly free,
Without a trouble,
Then you fall,
High from the building,
I watch you,
I see a tear,
It hangs in the air glistening,
Then it to falls,
Like your body,
And hits the ground,
Its beauty still there but lost,
I never understood you,
Why you would wish to fly,
You knew what would so,
Why vanish,
Away from thopse who cared,
And never got to tell you.

he's back?! he's back!

btw, yeah there's a poetry contest sheet i have if you want to try that :)

Contests

I would like to enter some of our poems or short stories into a contest. Does anyone know of any near here? If so then we should all enter a work of ours into it.

Defeat and Victory

The land lays barren,
Nothing but endless sand of a white desert,
Not a sound of a bird or the trickle of water,
The sky is black and without a speck of light,
Everything is twilight,
We live in a world of emptyness.

A lomesome rabbit fleses the fox,
Running threw bramble,
The lomesome rabbit escapes,
She becomes lonesome no more, as she meets her family,
Her friends,
She is here,
She is alive,
She weeps for joy,
she is... she is,
The fox goes home alone,
Too a lonesome den,
He is here,
He is dieing,
He weeps in pain,
He is.. He is..

I am here and now, alive and well, yet I am missing something.
Love I am missing, love is what I want, Love the only thing that makes life.
The impossible, and the impossible,the wish for someone who knows you and someone who doesn't.
The wish of everyone and no one.
The wish to live and die.

Next Part of Howard Story

      Builder of Happiness stood in front of a council of his followers.  He had a solemn look on his face.  They all had in their minds that this was the turning point, an turning point for the entire universe.  Anxiousness was strong in them, they could not avoid it.  They only sat in anticipation of the speech to be delivered.

      Builder had only established the People's Nihilistic Party a few years ago.  It had rapidly grown with many people around the world becoming members.  Soon enough, there were over one hundred thousand members, along with a vast army.  The belief that life is only pain led the army to be the cruelest in the world, and Builder and his generals had many war crimes attributed to them.  With this vast army, he had conquered Japan.

     Builder cleared his throat and began the speech.  "My fellow nihilists," he said, staring intently at his note cards and not looking up for a second, "We are finally ready to begin the plan.  We must bring order to this chaotic universe.  Life is chaos.  All around us is chaos.  Our only hope to bring order to this chaos is to destroy the universe.

     "To do this, we must eliminate the source of our universe's growth: dark energy.  If we succeed in our plans to turn this into dark matter, it will go all the better.  However, to start, we need a black hole.  Gravity is negative energy.  If it absorbs all the matter in the universe, it will eventually emit radiation causing it to shrink and our universe will return to a perfect zero.

      "We have strived long and hard to achieve this.  On this very night we will start.  Our black hole has been made, as you may have been informed, a few hours ago.  It is being kept at a stable size, but when ready it will consume the whole world.  We only need wait until we gather more support.  Currently, though, we must decide where to use it.  I will let you vote on it.  Write down the name on a slip and give it to me."

      A few minutes later all the slips were given to Builder.  He read off all of the suggested names.  Many of them held one name; Sierra Leone.  Builder realized exactly why.  This was Windstorm Industries' stronghold on Earth.  Doing so would badly injure the company, as it was said Howard himself was staying there.  Builder had an objection.

     "True, destroying Sierra Leone would be a loss to WI," Builder said, "but didn't you hear the news?  Howard died.  It would already be a major loss for the company, so I would suggest another area."

      "There have been multiple reports of Howard dying!" exclaimed one member of the council, "and he never has.  Why should we trust this report?  We should destroy the company while it's down."

       "True," said Builder, "we should.  Let's place it in Sierra Leone in exactly one week.  Get to work, all of you!  We have little time to build an army great enough to destroy the Earth.”

 

Breaking Love

we had a 10 line poem assignment where we had 10 books, opened to a random page and copied down a sentence until we reached the end of a line on our paper. then we took those words and had to make a poem. this sucks.

Love like fish darting through hands
He said he’d see me back here
He didn’t
Love only slightly different from the rest
Looking for thoughts
He rolls his eyes
Love falling silent
Nothing to show why
He did it

feedback please?

mason's poem made me want to cry

New Poem

God,
I feel that you love none,
You seem to make the world feel at ease,
Then destroy it all,
Happiness is unattainable,
In truth only you,
Only you may have it.

I turned off my brain for a moment and this is what I wrote, sorry.

I long for you,
I long for you,
I long for you,
But I feel alone.

I wish for you,
I wish for you,
I wish for you,
But you are gone.

So I try,
To forget,
What I felt for you.

I try,
To be with,
Another,

I try,
To find,
Happiness,

I can,
Not forget,
You.

We have shared,
We have shared,
We have shared,
The love.

We have felt,
We have felt,
We have felt,
The pain,

Because you,
Followed me,
To the Light,

Because you,
Asked me to,
Save you,

Because you,
Have left,
This world.

I feel,
I can't,
Live.

I know I should but...

I know I should post Eternal Feather but lately my mind has been on mind controlling powers and bipedal robots, so sorry.

Love is a will-o-wisp. A spirit that dances in front of your eyes, and leads you down paths that can lead to harm. He tricks you and makes you die in everything but his little flame, his flame of hope and happiness, warmth and peace. Then you plunge into the swamp, deep into its muck that sucks you down. You know you have been tricked but still you wish for the light. For light tricks us all into darkness.

In darkness there is freedom, no ties and no barriers to hold you from what you want. Flying on wings on wishes in which you selfinshly carry out what you want freely and obtain happiness for in peace you can not move in fear of trampoling others dreams. The peaceful man who dies not moving, breathing, or blinking, in fear of killing something. But in darkness you have no fear to move.

Yes

Both Ben and Jennifer posted!