White Akita

To tell the honest truth, I really don't care about the subject of the storyline, as long as it keeps my interest. I can't vote honestly because I've read Stephen King's stories, to War and Peace....I do have a lot of Horror and Fantasy on my shelves, but like I said, I have ?Canterbury Tales? and ?Les Miserables? as well as Plato... Really anything that will make me think a little bit (I am especially fond of poetry). ^_^'

[color=purple][center]Please don't be intimidatd by the length...I didn't really think it was that long once it was read. Please read and review![/color][/center] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Good-Bye Briana ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The forest was covered in a thick bluish-white mist, and it was all I could do to see in front of myself. It surrounded me in a swirl, almost howling to me as if I were a part of it. I took a few steps further, not caring what lie beyond in front of me. Whether it be a cliff, I didn\'t care. Whether it be something else, I didn\'t care. It is not my nature to care, and for that I am proud. A loud cry was heard, sounding like that of a human lost, without her fellows. I Began to abrubtly follow it, not knowing what it clearly was. I continued walking on, the dry leaves crackling beneath my noble feet, and the trees almost bowing at my presence. The forest was becoming less dense and I soon stepped out of the misty wood. I turned and looked back. The sight was like an unending green mountain, sheer beauty in which no mortal could comprehend. Then I returned forward. The grass was tall, swaying helplessly with the heavy breeze, continuing across to the edges of the forest. IT too was a beautiful sight. I only wish he could see it\'s beauty as he had when he was a child. On second thought, why do I even give a inconsiderable care? We never liked each other, and father acknowledged that simple fact. He didn\'t seem to even like me, but he recieved it all. I was barley noticed when the bastard was born into this world. That is not the only reason I want to rid of him forever. But I have many reasons to do so. The sky soon began to darken, and the mist began to slowly lift, But not all of it. IT was still difficult to see beyond me, but I could see. It was hard to keep memories from coming into my mind every now and then, They all seemed to come with the fog, as they were now. It was hard to push back the hurt that had turned me into what I am today, What I am proud for, and what HE created me to be. Nothing seemed to hurt anymore, and I feel no remorse for what I have ever done. I do not relive the past, for there is no point, it only brings back hurting memories, yes... something DOES hurt I, the coldest being on earth. They are the memories that jordan Had bestowed upon my being, trying to kill me as we grew older with time. I swore it, I swore to myself I was going to kill him, and nobody else was going to; and I had planned to keep that promise. The cry in the distance became louder, and a little more clear, and it was that of a female voice. It was was familar somehow, Yet I couldn\'t remember it at all. A storm was brewing itself over head, and you could hear the thunder that was rumbling itself in the menacing clouds. Darkness took over the remaining light, drowning it out, battling for superiority. The shrill cry was heard again, this time louder than it was before. I wished it would shut up so I wouldn\'t be tempted to follow it. But alas, it didn\'t. I steeped gracefully, my glistening silver sword carefully swaying with each move. I hated this. It was only curiosity, but curiosity may be my undoing. I believed that I had controlled it, but it is yet another instinct I cannot control. In the distance, I saw a flash, and a bright glow. I now smiled, For I knew who it was. I continued moving in on her, the air billowing even more menacing, and now the trees snapped and moaned. What a perfect backdrop for her demise. I came upon the brat quickly, standing, and waiting for her to call for help. I had a feeling that this was going to be differnt than any other. I had never fought a Priestess. Finally, my greatest kill before Jordan. She was afraid of me when she finally spotted me, I could sense it within her, as It was present in her eyes. I could feel her fear increase as she looked into my hands, seeing the arrow she had shot at me between my fingers as it was so long ago. In her fright she tried to back away, but fell upon an uprooted tree, twisting her ankle to an unatural place. Now she looked defenseless, But the I knew better. She had a knack for being more powerfull when endangered or angry, I din\'t want to risk it. I stepped closer, and her breathing became labored, and I still had the imminent smirk on My face; the usuall one for when I was going to enjoy a kill. briana backed away, almost squeakng like a trapped mouse. \"this is the end\" I could see plastered upon her face. Then I made my charge, And I enjoyed her scream. Briana stared in what almost resembled regret at my face, then at the sword that Stuck through her torso. She cried, But it did not move me. She screamed for Jordan as I yanked my sword back from her, her blood profusely spurting over my face and body. She let out a shudder, as the last bit of life drained from her. The rain began pouring in heavy droplets, how often this scene is happening when one dies. I almost, ALMOST felt guilty about killing her. I scoffed at the anger that will be held in Jordan when he finds his wench dead. I hope the last thing she sees, is my walking away, laughing mockingly at her. [CENTER][COLOR=Purple]Ok. There it was. Please review on this! I really want to know how much potential I posess.....I figured this was the best place.[/COLOR][/CENTER]

Very intriqing indeed asMangafreak said. I like the way you pertray the moon in it. It does make you take a second glance at something so ordinary, yet captivatingly beautiful. I think I would agree with Manga freak on everything they said! I write too, but I don't think I have somethinglike that! Then again no one bothers reading mine. Anyway.....You should continue writing like this.

[color=purple]I like all of yours. they are so....whats the words....sensitive....They pertray a hard to get meaning that isn't captured at the first glance. Even if they seem to hav no message, you make sure there is one inside. I can sort of feel the illuminated feeling in the writing, and you have much talent. I would like to see more. ^-^ I like crimson reprive....but that is just me. It tells a story that KarmaOfChaos didn't quite get.[/color]

Death......Why must one fear something, that is inevitable, and is just another adventure in life. It is just a new begining of a new life somewhere else, or even not. It's just another lifelong dream that we have, in an eternal sleep. Many think of death as a void, that is why they fear it. But it isn't a void.....But its another utopia, inside the original, but even more beautiful than before. Not many see it that way, they don't see the beauty in the "afterlife" as some say. It is like a butterfly as mckaylyn has said. beautiful, no matter, and fragile yet strong. It all comes down to the way you look at the concept. I personally, look at the beauty of death, But yes, many fear it, because they don't see it. We all live in a dream. I kinda go with mckaylyn's theory.

Its hard to explain my character. I have a combination of many. Here's a litle list to SOME. And....I am a girl, though I may have a few guy characters in here. :D #1: Inuyasha. I don't show my true self to others, I hide it with a facade not anyone can really look into because its been up for so long. I don't seem unemotional, I just show the opposing ones that I really feel. But I do have my times. I take a lot from everybody, and it seems to never penetrate. It is hard for me to trust, to gain friendships because no one trusts me. Because i'm different, not like everybody else, it's always my fault, and i'm to blame. I don't take any crap from anybody, I snap right back at them, with more force and superiority. that is, if its worth it. If it's not, I shrug it off, like sesshoumaru, until i'm pushed "overboard". #2: Sango from Inuyasha. I have been through so much emotional trama, It would put others into insanity. I sometimes act like her when i'm touched to. {HENTAI!!} I usually listen to my "friends" and i'm a cool cat with long claws, and much advise. #3: Okay, evil lady Kagura from inuyasha. I [B]do not[/B] like to be held slave to [B]anybody[/B] and I long to be free. I can't wait for the time when I'm able to move out on my own, hold [B]my own heart[/b] in [B]my own hands[/B]. I long to be free, live life on [B]my own terms[/b], and I don't like people who get into my way of that goal. I'm not evil, I'm just looking like that at first before you get to know me. #4: Lets say Vash from trigun, [B]without the happy-go-lucky attitude[/B]. I have a troublesome past, and I don't like involving people in it. It's too dangerous for anybody to follow me, for they might get hurt. Even when they do, They still stay by my side, not caring who I really am. They wait for me to finish, and they are there at the end of the road, holding the cup to quench my thirst.

For a while, I really thought I wasn't afraid of anything. Even when my sister threw a knife at me, only missing my neck by a few centimeters, I wasn't afraid. When I hate three exacto knives thrown at me, and scarring my cheek for a while, it didn't scare me. I didn't even cry in pain. When I was held at almost gunpoint, no fear. I wasn't afraid of anything, untill I beagan thinking about my future. I guess when you think ahead, that really uncovers your fears. Many people say they don't have a fear. They really are fearing fear itself if you stop and think about it. They deny feeling it, And denial is a sign of fear. fear #1: What if i die while giving birth to my kids, will I even be with anybody to have any? I also began wondering if I really had any friends.....I was always rejected, so it never bothered me much....But when I finally made a friend...He's my best friend in the world and i'm deathly afraid of losing him. I know it is a weakness, but it is also a strength to me. I guess i'm afraid of losing my closest people around me too. or lonliness, but i never give in to the lonliness I have now. My parnents don't understand me, and no one else does except for a very select few. It is a different type of lonliness that is hard to explain, but I put it this way....A life without love, is no life at all. No friend or spouse to build with, is no life worth the pain. Fear #2: I am also afraid of intense pain. I have a strong will, but I don't know if it is strong enogh to endure the physical and mental strain of overly-intense pain. I guess that goes hand in hand with my first fear, but, Yet it doesn't at the same time. I've been through pain, but something more severe that I have already been through, like.........Well....A pain that hurts even more than a dull blade stabbing you, and you dying a slow, rigorous death. And I hear being stabbed hurts more than A gunshot. I have a few friends that have been shot, and one that has been stabbed too, but that was with a razor blade. I [I][B]almost[/B][/I] feared death. I did for a while, but I got over it in two days. It's just I'm afraid of the ways you [i][B]could [/B] [/i]die. The ones that really hurt like hell, the ones that move nice and slow, full of hurt. Like burning to death. there's an example. It's not intense as what i'm speaking of, but same concept.You hear how insects scream when you throw them into the fire That's the type of slowness I fear. Problem, I love things that cause pain. I guess I'm just strange. The way I face my fears, is to actually face them. Afterall, courage to face fear, comes from the fear itself. Self-confidence is not courage. It is but a crutch for the weak. The strongest and bravest people are cowards.

Forsaken Shadows Of War [Actuall Title] ~~~~~~~~ The story ~~~~~~~ They were walking down the road. quietly, without any sound but loving whispers. The wispers turned to sharp gasps, then to horrific screams of terror and pain. A vile laugh of a high pitch was heard over the dreadful shrieks. An immortal laugh that droned out through the night. In the morning they were found, Or what was left of them. Their bodies were shreded, the insides were trailed along the walk way in a bloody strip. Not even a white skeleton remained. the nearby plants were dripping from the blood that had sprayed, and so was the trees. It pooled in a crimson puddle in the area of the intended slaughter. The area stunk with the stench of a decaing carcas, left out in a damp building .the only thing that was left to the bodies unscathed, was the hands. still linked tightly together in a tight embrace. The only item that was left at the scene, was a video camera. The thing was left next to the victims hands, seemingly for a purpose. The police picked up the camera with caution, and viewed the tape. Nothing but crimson eyes surrounded by a shadow was visible in the screen. "Your next" 'it' rasped. " The War has Just begun...." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B][U]BIO:[/U][/B] [I]A/N: I'm also the shadow thing, but if anyone wants the position, p.m. me with a describtion and i'll choose the one I like best! :D [/I] NAME: Robin Ryoka GENDER: Female BIRTHPLACE: Belived to be in the U.S. WEAPON: Controls element fire. Her weapon is a 6ft.SIlver Dragon naginata, a set of silver fighting knives, and blades hidden in her shoes that come out when she stamps foot (got idea from trigun! ^-^) just in case. PERSONALITY: The personality of this entity, is pretty ambigious. her thoughts are always concealed in her mind with a barrier to ward off telpathic messages and mind readers. Robin loves playing with peoples minds, inserting images to put them into their own world of insanity. Robin will also give people false senses of security, to lure them into her traps. However, once you get to know her, she is a bright person, the exact opposite of what she seems, though still a trickster. REASON FOR MISSION: The "shadow" had killed her parents. It ruthlessly tore them apart in front of her eyes, and she could still feel the blood spraying onto her face. The image haunts her till even now. She wanted revenge to avenge the early death of her parents, her only source of reason for living, and to finally end the continous war for world peace. APPEARENCE: medium-length multi-colored hair that is usually worn up, with a slightly pale-olive complexion, and eyes that change color with mood or dress. She has a fair body-build, and weight is muscle instead of body fat. She wears black flare pants, with a Red leather belt That go over her knee length, gothic boots, and a Black tank with ancient runes written in red over the chest. She has a spiked choker around her neck, with a spiked heart amulet, along with silver spiked bracelets on each wrist. Between her shoulders and elbows, she has a silver bands about two inches thick. On her fingers, excluding her thumbs, which have silver bands, there are many silver sharp rings, that WILL leave a scar if you're hit with them. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The number-one rule is NO GOD-MODDING! Everyone has a weakness, but doesn't always have to show it. I dont have a certain number of players, You just join in!

Put it this way, Love really is hard to explain to people in words, but it is sort of a feeling that needed a name. A force that happens to draw two together. It may be "chemical Results" but I don't believe so. love is when you have to build relationships, it doesn't happen straight away. It is a goal that many people go after that we slowly mold over time. If you want it right then, then it is indeed lust. It has to be built upon, and not very many people want to, because it takes a while to do that. WE have to cautiously slip away the covers that pile upon what we think is love. That is where humanity draws the line. They begin thinking there is no love that can be shared mentally, so then happens what we call lust. After a while, we get bored, and want nothing more to do with what we lusted for once we have it. Think about it, even if you think you hated your mother, why did you stay with her when you got angry? Didn't you eventually get back in touch? Thats a different type of love than what i'm speaking of, but it has the idea i'm tring to place down. There is a bond that you can't get rid of that draws you to one another. People who want it right away, or even think it, are wrong to think that way- for there is no possible way, except in fairy tales. Even then those are only fairy tales, just stories in ones mind. Or you could say this, There are thousands of ways to love someone, Between boy and girl, mother and child, Between friends, and a rare occasion of being between teacher and student. No matter what way, as long as love is there, all you want is to be with that person, to talk to them, to share feelings......just to be around them. Sometimes love might make you do somthing you'll regret or put yourself in danger, but it also gives you strength, knowing you can see that someone again or that you're keeping them safe will give you strength beyond your wildest dreams....because you're protecting Love, the feeling inside of you too. But possibly the most wonderful thing about love is when you love someone, no matter what they say to you or what they do will keep you from loving them. Love is unconditional. Whatever happens, whether they hate you or try to hurt you, you'll love them. Even you might do things you'll regret, but in the end nothing will keep you from them......because love is the flame the never dies. A feeling that it will be alright if you have a litle fight, or a misunderstanding. The strongest bond you can find in anyone. If you want a more clear derinition, I would ask someone you know, who has been "in love" for many years, like great-grandparents, or someone you know who is honestly in love, not lusting. Dan L has a good explanation. I'm never very good with explanations am I?

I tried to refuse writing on my religion because mine is complicated to explain, considering it's so close, yet so far from being atheist. But they said it was on your background, and you HAD to include religion. I know it sounds.....odd...But it was part of our grade, it was worth a LOT of our grade, and if we didn't do OUR religion, it's like we didn't do it at all. My teachers and school I don't really think followed rules very well, because we had many drug dealing, molesting, etc. teachers, and they never got in trouble. Well, they did eventually, but not when I was there. No I don't get confused on religion, because I study many of them. Their beliefs and stuff, but the people who are in them, they don't follw waht it says to do, But I've found many *coincidences* in them. They relate to what Baron Samedi said. Baron Samedi, you are actually fairly accurate. But my class had 33 students in it, but I get what you mean.

Thanks No_Regrets, and Dead-Angel. I was just simply asking a question and thats really it. I didn't mean to make everyone all B*tchy about it all. I just don't really think I should have told anyone my religion, but the teatchers made us write a report on our religions..........Thats when all the [i]fun[/i] started. Name calling.......The list goes on and on. But I still stand proud for I have my beliefs, and no one can destroy them. My theorys are mine. I myself try to see people on their good side, unless of course, well, the really crazy ones who commit genocide........ Even the people who [i]hate[/i] me, I still respect them. Anyones friggin opinion doesn't really matter to me anymore, but Sometimes it will hurt. A continous battle rages on within me.........All because of this d*mn religion problem. I hate it.

Ok. Now I'm arrogant eh? Fine, believe what you want, but I'm not that way at all. If you only knew how much more I listen than talk......About the perception, Hey, it's only what I'm told, and I believe it because I understand different things that are hard to infer. ''I don't really know how to explain it in words'', type of things. And I dont think I ever mentioned that I don't understand this concept, I just asked for opinions. So I'm sorry if I sound arrogant. I just hated the way people were treating me, almost as if I wasn't a human.

I'm not really into politics or religion, but When I start talking about it, There is usually a good reason for it. I have been shunned by most society almost, event the people at my church sense my.......difference. I'm not a full christian believer, and I don't fully believe in the religion, give or take a few quirks. Nobody ever wants to talk to me, because I'm very perceptive, see things in a much higher or different level, and everything has a reason. I'm just tired of people acting this way to me. Every step I take is another mistake to everyone I know. Many of you think that I just took the candle without asking, But i'm sorry if I didn't say anything earlier, but I DID ask if I could use it. She even said fine, you can have it to do whatever. Then she told me to keep it. I even told her what I was going to do with it. She herself used to do it.......But then she turned all christian, and started to turn her back on me. Now she's afraid of everything. Even her own religion. Her father has the gut to call me a witch [ the kind meant for sorcery, not a fasinating girl.], just because I happen to be a more sullen [not depressed] person, and I happen to not show much of my emotion. I love not writing in english either. It gives people a wierd feeling, thus gives me more protection. I have been abused, and this is how I now act. My liking of sharp things...mckaylyn had a point. I use it to show my place, my rules of my being. I don't meant to hurt anybody, and personally, even though I like them, I am afraid of what they could do. I hate using things to harm anything that lives, yet I love collecting knives and anything else sharp. But you have to realize, I lock them away unless I want to see them out, or feel threatened. Every one I live around tries to gang up on me because of my religion, and my beliefs and views. They start calling me a witch because I like unatural things. I have never had many friends, and losing the ones I do have, It just isn't something I ever thought about losing them over. I have one very good friend though. He goes against his fathers rules, and communicates with me otherwise. Isn't that what a true friend is?

[SIZE=3][COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]Who here, has ever lost friends over your religion because they are scared of it? I personally, have had parents say to me I'm not welcome in their house anymore, because I read a witchcraft spellbook, and have a fancy for candles and anything sharp. Because of a little thing like that, I'm not welcome. I personally think this is wrong. Because I have my own beliefs, it doesn't mean I'm different than anybody else. I have had a friend litterally shun me out because I used one of her candles, and made one of my own from it, by scratching things into it. I just feel it helps me get over certain dilemas. It helps me "burn away" old desires. But I guess that scares her. Losing friends.....I don't care anymore, but losing the best friends over a religion or belief, thats absurd. :flaming: What do you think?[/COLOR][/SIZE]

Well... I'm a drawer myself, but here's my advise: You should keep trying on the picture. just concentrate on the work that lie ahead of you, studying the characters personality in the picture, etc.. You should draw them in your perspective first, then try the actual picture,so that way you can find out how you see it compared to the original. Make the changes you note, that you see in the two different copies. Have someone else check it out too. A second opinion always helps. [not mine. I'm too picky.] It may take a little more time, but I feel it works. Try starting out with a simple area too. I prefer to start with the hair of my character, working down, too get as much in so its not as choppy. The out line of the character is most important when starting a picture, then you can add the other qualities of perfection. I think my advise doesn't sound any diffeent than sara's does it? Oh well... if it does, i tried!!!

[FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=DarkRed] Well, I think vampires are quite overdone :sleep: , as many have mentioned here. I believe that we have too much dealing with vampires, But an actual good movie or RPG once in a while will suffice. :D In genral, they are so darn predicable. :sleep: You can almost always figure them out no matter what role they play. As Godelsensei said : [QUOTE]There's only a certain degree of creativity you can achieve when dealing with something so pain fully overused. : /[/QUOTE] and I certainly agree.[/COLOR][/FONT]

So, you don't get replies do you? neither do I. This one is good too! like I said before your damn good and should keep writing. there is a lot of thought. how much time do you put into these? I only ask because i'm envious!

Hell Rising Long ago, The humans were a peaceful race. living in harmony with each other, and everything that their God had showered them with, until one day, the giver of evil life had placed a new species of chaos upon the earth. These creatures murdered many and without hesitation. the smell of blood constantly filled the air, and limbs of the dead hung in bushes and trees, among the bodies of the torn. this sight alone caused many to go insane. These creatures came in hopes of destroying all life on earth to transform it into their kingdom of hell, and were doing a damn good job of it. The humans had to fight for their very own survival, screaming with fear, and dying with honor, harnessing the powers of the God, and they won by a short strand. The only successers were shunned when they learned the tecniques of the God, and were hence called a witch: for the other humans were afraid of her powers that the God had given them. But one witch in peticular they were afrais of most: Kikena Chikaraso Ryoka. She almost went insane after recieving the tremendous amount of power the God had given her, making her more powerful than the others. But, 4000 years later, after being forgotten, hell is once again rising, shedding even more blood and the only humans who remember, are long gone. The only traces and memories are the dreams that the destined witches have every night, and the strange incidents of "magick" that keep popping up.The dark forces are searching for the Heir of the God, the heir of Kikena, to recieve revenge and to enable them to destroy all that is good within the world, and they are angrier than ever. it is the job of the witches {the term "witch also referes to guys.} once more, and the Witch of God to restore the balance. BEFORE humanity is corupted any more than it is. [CENTER]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ROBIN NAME: Robin Chikaraso Ryoka GENDER: Female BIRTHPLACE: Belived to be in the U.S. POWER/WEAPON: Controls every element and then some, her favorite being fire. Her powers range in many categories, for she is continuously learning new and making up her own to improve her skill. That is also her main weakness. Robin doesn't really use her weapon very often, because she is more in tune with her powers. Her weapon though, is not really A weapon. Its atoms change whenever Robin feels like changing it into a new weapon. Her favorite however is a black, double-edge sword. PERSONALITY: The personality of this entity, is pretty ambigious. her thoughts are always concealed in her mind with a barrier to ward off telpathic messages and mind readers. Robin loves playing with peoples minds, inserting images to put them into their own world of insanity. She will also cure the insane. Her choice. This witch will also give people false senses of security, to lure them into her traps. However, she is not evil. APPEARENCE: *The number-one rule is NO GOD-MODDING! Everyone has a weakness, but doesn't always have to show it. *If at all possible, provide a profile for your character as I did. *I would prefer that the battles be detailed. Well, thats just about it! happy playing![/CENTER]

I really like this poem as well as your others, maybe even more. You display many great things that are able to create a picture in the readers mind, which in turn is a very good thing. You display the thought that I mainly look for, even if I do complain about it not being in stanzas [hint]. You have put emotion that I, as the reader can see/feel in your writing. You can become very talented if you continue and follow everyones advise. You should keep writing.

I like them. To be a dreamer is a very good thing to be. They seem to have a bit of thought put into them, for you can usualy tell when someone puts in thought. I also like the fact that there in stanza, which is pretty stupid to compliment on, but I know many poets who don't do that: which makes it hard to read. they are really good, and i believe you can, well, do whatever. keep writing! ^-^

Really like, but it's hard to read because it's not seperated into stanzas. I like that it has puntuation, because it gives the poem more........"expression". Otherwise, your really good and you could go far if you follow everyones advise and critique your own work, as I did when i first started in poetry.

sounds just like my first poems i ever wrote. It's really good, but hard to read. If you were to punctuate the lines, and seperate into stanzas, it would be much eaiser to read. Also, the title doesn't really fit with the poem, because the title is "reamain" and the last line was "I won't remain". Try finding a title to fit into the poem completely. I may be critiqued by others because of my strict comprehension, but it's just the way I am. It doesn't matter really what you do about the title, but the puntuation and seperation into stanzas is quite important in terms of understanding.

[I]I really like your poem. you are a really talented artist. Is this perhaps from experience? From pain you have suffered, or is it describing another? Anyway, I really like it. It has a nice, how do ! say, "texture" so to speak. It has much thought into it and thats what makes it great, and I like the word choices. I'm not really a fan of "big words" all the time. Too many "big words" make the poem dull. You keep it alive. I really believe you can go far if you keep writing like this, but i'm not one whose good to critique.[/I]

[CENTER]I'm only a beginner, so i need your true judement. :D people don't review my writing and sometimes i feel like they don't like it. Can you all just give me...well...."tips" and opinions? [/CENTER] [CENTER][U]NO ONE KNOWS[/U] NO ONE KNOWS, HOW I FEEL DEEP INSIDE. NO ONE CARES, AND NO ONE FOR ME CRIES. NO ONE KNOWS, THE FEELINGS OF SORRROW, THAT LIE SILENTLY DORMANT, TO HURT ME TOMARROW. NO ONE KNOWS, HOW HARD IT IS TO STAND, TO BE HATED, WHEN LOVE IS AT HAND. NO ONE KNOWS, TO LOOK DEEP ENOUGH, TO SEE WHO LIE, SO DEEP IN STUFF. NO ONE KNOWS, TROUBLED SOULS HIDE, OR OF COURSE, OF HOW MUCH PAIN IN I RESIDE. NO ONE KNOWS, I WANT TO CHANGE. SHED THIS COVER, IT FEELS SO STRANGE. NO ONE KNOWS THE LIFE I'VE LIVED, WAS VERY HARSH, AND ALL I HAVE GIVED. NO ONE KNOWS, BUT CONSIDER THEY WONT. THIS WORLD IS HATE, AND LOVE IS A DON'T. [U]Why, Why?[/U] All alone in the dark, Alone with his pain. He has lost all, Nothing more to gain. He has stopped his crying, Will accept all dying. Inwardly with no regrets, All is pain he begets. Time slowly slips away, Hurting more day by day. He looks up to cold blue sky, And so wonders, why, why? He will never shed a tear, For he will never feel fear. The paradox called life, Has called nothing but strife. He will still sit alone, Long will his cover drone. But none will take to, Say nothing but shoo, shoo. This boy slowly dies away, Having nothing more to pay. Now i see his spirit fly, Now I wonder, why, why?[/CENTER] [CENTER] I would rather use simple words, and simple phrases to "describe" the poem. :D i'm not one who will use many large words. ;) Anyways, please post your reply's. I'm dying to know what ya'll think. :D [/CENTER]

[I][color=navy]I have many dreams. I remember tham for only about 5 minutes, then I forget them. thats why I write them down. Here's one of my fav's. Me an a few friends were some sort of demons. Day and night, mostly night, we began to wander the streets. During that time when we were out, many people began being murdered brutally. They were very bloody and violent. Soon the blame was turned to us because were were the only ones who were capable of doing so, because we were different than the rest of the world. They were deathly afraid of us, shrinking back whenever we were seen. Every time we left somewhere, a violent death was left in our wake. Thus the cause of us getting blamed. Of course, not every one knew what we were. My math teacher didn't know. When we were planning a trip, he said "your to stay in school, not planning a trip and skipping." That was the odd ball in the dream. We ended up teleporting to alaska, and it was there that we found a residence of an old alien ship, shrowded in ice and snow. The ice thawed at my touch and quickly metlted into a shimmering liquid water. The lights automaticly flew on and the door opened, revealing what looke like only children. They just stared blankly, smiled, then thanked us quietly. Then in a flash of light that only I was able to see through, they sped off. We all reluctantly telported back home, after running with wolves and foxes throught the snow. When we arrived back, the streets and buildings were streaked with blood and gore. Thats when all the deaths were revealed to us. Many and I mean many people were brutally slaughtered, as their limp, torn, bloody bodies lined the streets in heaps. We approached a sherrif, who jumped back at my touch and pulled out his handgun. He pointed it at me desperatly out of fear. A strong wind blew thus it uncovered photos of the identified victims, which in turn, showed all the gore, slash marks, and fear that the victims had in their lifeless eyes and faces. The officer still had his gun pointed, but I didn't care. I looked at the streets and the bodies a turned away. I wandered off by myself to reflect. I thought back to when some humans tried to take me down. I didn't even try to fight back, and let them capture me. Though before I could make plans to escape, a person, whom had always hated me here in the living wrold, came to help. He was usually the type to prance around happy-go-supreme-lucky -with no care. But in this dream, he was completely different, like a friend. After this reflection, I repeated his name, and went back to settle the issue of the deaths of the people. I never did figure out what happened, or who killed all those people so brutally. I'm scaring myself for liking that one. I haven't the slightest idea why it is one of my favorites. I was actually happy i was differnt, not like every one else. It doesn't bother me in either realm, living or dreaming. It means something, but I can't figure it out. Can anyone tell me anything?[/I][/color]