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You are worthless why can't you do anything she's gone, and you're gone and nothing matters YOU WORTHLESS THING Please...please don't take your anger out on me I did what I could I can't do more than that NOT GOOD ENOUGH you screwed up and you will do it again until nothing is left and you are alone again She won't be the last she won't ever be and it's ALL YOUR FAULT No...please...let me try again... There are no second chances she's gone no repairs can be done no patch-ups can fix it You fear neglect and act upon it do you do all that you are afraid of Maybe now it's time to change to act upon desire not fear to go into the world with courage not fear stand on your own two feet unsupported by the pillar of another of four years senior He's there, but you are here so deal with it ALWAYS DEAL WITH IT nothing is ever good enough NOTHING you will never be good enough So why even bother ...but I'm scared to live ...So deal with it OOC: Excuse the anger

A small piece of cloth woven with a number signifies all the pain is worth it All the grinding, the harsh pushing your body couldn't take it but it pushed anyway two hundred meters weaker but one piece of dyed cloth richer I stand broken but victorious The victor upon the broken bodies of my own and others before me but it is worth it, for the masocism yields a number, and a cloth and that is worth it

Life can be quirky but death is so strange we know nothing about it but it drives us insane I can't feel my legs now the claminess grabs my body and life force but I fear not the light Why do we fear the end to our woes I can see no reflection that stares back with life We are all shells of ourselves ripped apart by the pain of each other's foul picking finally driven inane So let death come hither and take me away for I wish to go now and go far today

As Trace finished his order, a small droid came out of the ceiling, attached to a system of connecting pathways usually used in anti-gravity systems. It gave a tweet of acknowledgement to the two humans, and shot forward, disappearing around a corner. "Nice ship you got here. Even got your own maitenance crew. Usually when we wanted something done we would just pump lead into the panels," Lex caught Trace's eye as he continued, "It seems that guns have become keys rather than wrenches now," he cracked a smile, and Trace followed suit. "But seriously, what was that android? I could tell that she was a tactical model, but I have never seen one behave quite like that. Rao was strange too. He seemed almost...affectionate," Lex pulled a crushed bag of cigarettes out of his hidden coat pocket, and pulled a lighter out of his other pocket. He was about to light up when a small laser came out of the wall and cut the burning cigarette in half. "Wha?!" he stared in half shock, and half amusement. "Colt doesn't like people fouling up his air. It takes effort for him to clean it. Here," Trace tossed him a pack of antique patches. The insignia was almost gone from the pack, but Lex could barely make out "CQ" on the right side of them, "And as for the android, Colt did a premilinary scan on her, and found her out to be an S.A.T.A," "That wasn't just her name?" [i] that sounds familiar...[/i] "No, and the name is the peculiar part. It stands for Specialized Assault-Tactical Androids," "Oh shit..." Lex breathed, recalling a past event, "I have dealt with one before, but I thought they were discontinued because of their sporadic tendencies. My old gang fought against a rival gang who had bought one on the black market. It should have wiped us out, but in the end none of us were hurt. The android went berserk and killed all of their gang. We got off the planet before it could follow us, but it took out an eighth of the population before it ran out of energy. I never thought I would have to see one again," "Nice to know you are on top of things, Lex. You know what we need to do then," "Yep! I need to go take a shower, find some place where Colt hasn't set up lasers so I can smoke the rest of my pack," he eyed the control deck venomously, "And then I am going to take a long nap," He grinned vivaciously, "But first, we need to take care of her," he motioned to the Hyfon he had been carrying on his back. The load was starting to get to him, and he carefully placed her in one of the nearby seats. "There is a sick bay down the ladder..." Lex twitched as Trace mentioned the ladders again, "...or there is the same system that the drones use. It may take a bit longer, but I can rig her to hang on her own and you won't have to carry her," "My back thanks you. I think I will have your computer give me a once-over as well," he subconsciously moved his hands to his side, squinting a bit. As soon as Kaia and Lex were hooked up to the system, Trace gave the word, and they awkwardly puttered down the old system. "Trace, I have word that the Ctarl-Ctarl you wish to return is almost here," Trace pressed a button on his seat, and a brandy snifter shot its way through the seat, filled with half an inch. He sipped casually, hearing Lex curse at the computer from far below, and the Ctarl-Ctarl's thundering footsteps approach the Midnight Wing. [i]Good choices[/i] He commented himself as he leaned back.

There is no interest only apathy it sparks me no longer the passion dug deep I cannot bring it back to the front one at a time I lose them all The waves of emotion and hours clicked away mean nothing as my back turns from the screen Farewell to all I have to go my presence here is shunned by myself And so I leave in all my glory trampled beneath the treads of my brain

I have not seen the light of day for so long It hurts to say I long for grass and skies of gray to keep the light just tucked away The dull gray shines through many tears and clear light shines and there it wears the warm and tilted ground

Sometimes the wall stares back Sometimes it swallows me whole Sometimes I cannot speak to it Sometimes it screams at my soul Sometimes a hole shows my failures Sometimes the whole is not there Sometimes the wall is so solid That sometimes I see myself bare Sometimes I'm stripped of my person Sometimes I cannot get by Sometimes I wish for once chance Sometimes nothing works when I try Sometimes the wall is not there and I sit, staring into this space Sometimes my life is so distant a faint whisper, like a faraway place This distance I don't think I'll cover Will someday catch up to me

Partiri Sign-up: Name: Jeslai Klilika Age: 11 months (I will follow your lead, Hakira Description: About 5 feet 11 inches, and of light build. He usually wears a blood-red power suit that is organic in its matters, and a plate build that layers over all of his body in a thin, and almost weightless layer, although it can withstand a single shot of most heavy weapons. He has blue hair that comes down to his ears, but it is always tied back in a pure white bandanna. The two ends of the bandanna sweep down his back. His bright eyes constantly change color, reacting to what he is wearing. Usually they are crimson to match his combat suit. His skin is a soft olive A cape attached to the back of his power suit has a crest encrusted in liquidated precious metal, showing his rank, which is the Earth equivalent of an Army Corporal. He wears combat boots that are a part of his layered armor, and share the blood-red color. Weapons: [img]http://www.gamecenter.cz/article_images/2143/sg552.gif[/img] Enhanced plasma Sg552 with armor piercing capabilities and a scope for long range combat Strength: Superhuman reflexes, able to react and assess situations much faster, which keeps him alive. Tends to be aggressively protective of his team and friends Weakness: Brashness usually causes him to make the wrong choice. Makes decisions out of emotion at times, placing himself and those around him in a combat situation in jeopardy. Brutally hard on himself for failure.

THe words are a blur they blend together forming an incoherent mess my head cracks in agony The information seeps from my splintered skull carefully placed the night before I can't see clearly I need to know this I need to see what these books of knowledge can show me but I can't keep it in I can't slow the flow I want to learn how but I am lost in the pain and my head splits apart

Name: Raiyal Lei'Kel Code Name: Rei Age: 327 Gender: Female Powers: Chi Manipulation (can draw energy from all of the elements and mold them to her will) How you got them: Her chi manipulation has been a product of one hundred years of training from her race. Children, when they reach adolescence at fifty years old, are required to take intensive training. Home: Born on Hylad, but came to earth when she was two hundred years old Race: Alyrian Side: Good Personality: Rei is usually very passive and thoughtful in all of her actions. Since she has been living for a long time, she does not like to run into situations, and because of her Alyrian nature, she is not quick to anger. However, she is fiercely protective to those who she sees as her [i]Kikad[/i] or "separated family" in Alyrian. These people are ones who she grows to share bonds with, such as combat buddies, and people who she connects with on a deeper level. Description: [img]http://www.angelfire.com/anime/misao/artwork/original/girl.jpg[/img] Bio: She grew up in the normal Alyrian way, raised by her entire community. The Alyrians lived in close-knit cloisters of around thirty citizens. The children were everyone's children, and the entire village would raise them, each person teaching them something new. When she completed her training, she signed up to come to Earth, unnerved from her education of this unstable world. She felt the need to come and balance the good and evil on Earth. Weapons: Unarmed, trained in a unique fighting style that uses her chi manipulation in offense, enhancing her limbs in speed and strength, and defense, healing and guarding against blows. She also has a plasma pistol for long range, but rarely uses it.

My brother did my name in japanese, and he said in romanization it was pronounced, "Su-ti-fan" (My real name is Stephen) If you could do it in chinese and tell me what it means that would be great. I don't know if that phonetic helps at all. THanks!

My first kiss was pretty good by most standards. It was interesting in the sense that it was almost right on Valentine's day, when I was about 14. Yea it was open-mouthed, but it doesn't really matter because she was really sweet, and it was very soft, not like what you guys have described. My condolences. I have had experiences like that, and I am most definitely glad that they were not my first. It was definitely one of those feelings that you never quite forget. Some people say that fireworks go off, others don't feel anything. This was my crush of three years, and girlfriend of five months. The whole ******* world exploded inside my brain, and I will never forget that split second moment of hesitation, and then the complete nirvana of my mind at the exact point our lips met. You don't get that type of thing ever again. I like this thread. Be it abnormally large and covering more than one subject, it is still a good story-telling thread. That's all for now. Ja ne! P.S. this post is my 100th post. Just a little sidenote for myself. Ja ne!

I think that when you are ready you will know what you want, know that you could potentially screw up, and nobody else can tell you when you are ready. If you have religious issues with the whole thing, then that is your thing, and if you aren't then that is cool too. If you have morals about the whole issue, then you won't do it. If you see it as a form of intimacy, morals or not, then you will wait until a very special person comes along. If you just wanna have sex for fun, and you know what you are doing, then that is fine too. That's your thing. Those are just my thoughts after reading all of these arguments and suggestions. Everyone is right. Right? I'll stay Swiss on this and leave neutral, just agreeing with everyone. Hope that makes any sense. Ja ne!

I think that something needs to have closure, and while happy endings are the endings that we would prefer, because it is nice to see things work out for the protagonist, because things don't always work out in real life, more tragic endings, if they are done realistically, can be truly well done. End of Eva, well, I guess that in truth that was the only way that you could do it, because in all series, you can never truly prevent something from happening, because if that thought is set on the mind of something happening, it will never be fulfilled until it happens. In truth, if Neon Genesis Evangelion did not end the way it did, then people would probably be asking, "Well what if the other thing really happened?" and would still ***** and moan at Anno. I prefer endings that lead you into something else, while closing everything else that has happened, and if they mindfuck you in the process so I guess I am neutral.

We are cut short our words concise can you hear what I say? I say what I mean I mean what I feel I feel the weight of my own expectations crushing me You've distanced yourself I can hear it I hear what you mean unless I am wrong I could be wrong your words confounding my life corkscrewed over overreacting thoughts I can't seem to say what I really want to speak I am frozen by your voice and cannot speak again Why can't you hint? why can't you say? I want to know what's wrong or just what's wrong with me

Why can't we agree to fight alongside the banner of what we know is true We bicker and fight and no one will lift a finger in work just screw up and blow off their team I can't practice or work hard when my team throws time to the wind Why can't they listen they only mess about and accomplish nothing our team is weak they take our claim we break and fall but all care none We must be strong divided we break and divided we stay to this very day

I'm tired, I'm passive I was happy, I was active I will be yours, I will be free I want to be one with life You're busy, you're lovely you were hurt, you were scarred you will be happy, you will be content You want to be....well.... That's for you, and this is for me it's my words, not yours I could be right I could be fake This will not change my life at all I look inward to us both and see truth For my eyes pierce not the flesh alone they pierce the soul but not enough I cannot see your true life's end my eyes can't see if you will come but I can wait for that is all my eyes can see

I can't see straight I am drugged to imperfection my body racked with plagues unseen The pain goes on for weeks and months I am confined to precious sleep Not much do I get for I toss and I turn as my body fights the coming death For pathogens lurk and my body falls as my eyes grow dull my skin is cold My last breath will take the rest of me away my soul wrested free from a disease-rotted shell

Two souls connect physically and greater I can see the energy of happiness unbridled From afar I observe a watcher on the sidelines of the energy unfolding before me for two are in love their tendrils enrapped together they walk with a certain elegance and I crack a smile not of derisity, but satisfaction detached, but still part of a moment of inhibitionless joy Two are in love their love is known wide they see none around them their aura spreads wide and I watch, alone enrapted in the outskirts of their joy Smiling...

Time passes slowly as words appear to be swallowed by white the keys are clacking furiously but it means nothing I cannot begin no direction to take I cry out in anguish as my road turns south I cannot take that one it screams of wrong I cannot go that way, it is not where I can be My brain is rattled from the screen of blank my letters piercing a small part of paper's thick hide I will see soon, if I keep going I will stumble, broken and bruised on the right road and my journey shall begin

Lex trained his rifle from one target to the other. The strange girl shot a glance towards him, staring straight though his crosshairs with chilling blue eyes. The smoke from the hole the Ctarl-Ctarl had made slightly screened his views, but he did see a man catch a glance at him before he had pulled back. He breathed in, and efficiently reloaded his three shots. Pausing for a second, he threw his rifle back over his shoulder, and twirled his knives out of their holsters into his hands. [i]Trace is going to need more than a sharpshooter down below. That android looks nasty.[/i] he leaped off the roofs, turning around in midair, and dug his unbreakable knives into the concrete, jamming them to make a set of handholds. He quickly released them again, and dropped freely down the building, digging them quickly a few feet before the ground swallowed him. He landed softly on the ground, and twirled his knives back into their holsters. "Nice of you to join us, Lex," Trace didn't look up from his rifle, which he was checking for damages, and brushing debris off. "I figured a hired gun up top wouldn't do you much good. That android can handle a few high calibur shots, but close range is always a different story," Trace eyed his knives, "Your skill with those as good as your aim?" Lex smirked, "Perhaps, although this could be a bit of a tough target. Your Ctarl-Ctarl friend looks to be rightly pissed, so we should just let her take it for now. Pride I have very high respect for,"

[b]Father Live For Me[/b] Blessed father I love so dear dont slap me down, I will adhere Feel my pain for I am hurt with my face smashed in the dirt Will your mercy for give my plight Can I still come to the light? Satan wants me yes I know because my father told me so I will never see his face without praying to your grace He has hurt me physically but you shall save me and help me flee Then we dance and feel great joy as my wrists join in my ploy surrendering their lifeblood then I will return to you again [b]Two With One On the Side[/b] Two souls connect physically and greater I can see the energy of happiness unbridled From afar I observe a watcher on the sidelines of the energy unfolding before me for two are in love their tendrils enrapped together they walk with a certain elegance and I crack a smile not of derisity, but satisfaction detached, but still part of a moment of inhibitionless joy Two are in love their love is known wide they see none around them their aura spreads wide and I watch, alone enrapted in the outskirts of their joy Smiling a hidden smile known only to me

I like the way you do the contrast and temptation of tainting the pure white with black, like "Pure as destiny with fur like snow Turn dim as The black doth glow," It definitely is a cool imagery. The flow is there, although you might want to check spelling on a couple things. I'm not trying to be an english teacher, but if people stop to take a closer look at a word that has an ambiguous meaning, then that ruins the flow. The concept is also a cool idea, changing someone who is completely innocent and naive to the world to a darker sort of being , the entity being society, peers, parents, whatever. You have good flow, so keep writing. This is a good poem. Hope I've been of some help. Ja ne!

Blessed father I love so dear dont slap me down, I will adhere Feel my pain for I am hurt with my face smashed in the dirt Will your mercy for give my plight Can I still come to the light? Satan wants me yes I know because my father told me so I will never see his face without praying to your grace He has hurt me physically but you shall save me and help me flee Then we dance and feel great joy as my wrists join in my ploy surrendering their lifeblood then I will return to you again

Nothing comes out I try to scream as I gasp for air but am stifled once more My mind refuses a poor soul thinking so much to speak my thoughts I can only watch in helplessness as the subjects leave my thoughts wasted I want to scream at them "What do you think of me?!" but I am no longer in control of my voice Everything else affects my chords binding them back and stopping my breath I suffocate from rules and customs and lives and cannot speak to those I wish I restrain myself no longer alive a shell of myself my soul locked inside it will break free because it fights and struggles til its spark goes out