Um... Right then. Pointless visitor message because you felt like sending a pointless visitor message? Or was there some other real reason behind it?
Ah. Well, now he just needs to make his profile.
Bryce said he was interested, that's why he asked about weapons.
When he asks that, it's because he just got finished watching Ultimate Warrior, in which they did a study on the Shaolin Monks and the Maori Warrior Tribes.
'kay, cool.
Username: Xendane Character Name: Kai Hirohito Sex: male Age: 18 Race: Human Side: YR Appearance: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wsavwJDF...PM/UNdMpDi7LUs/s400/cool_anime+guy+tigger.bmp Bio: When he was abandoned during the war, Kai fought to survive against the Yokai, and is now fully prepared for another fight. Other Info: Seems to enjoy the study of martial arts.
Interesting poem. I like the use of dialog in it.
'Kay, night man. (Wolfie's still not giving you a break, huh?) ~~~~~~~~~~~ EDIT: Here's a poem for you guys that I dug up. I wrote this one SEVEN YEARS AGO!!! So, it's pretty old. And here it is: Dreamer The mind, The very tool Our body needs To live; A wondrous creation With an even more wondrous ability: Dreams The dreams we dream, They all seem so confusing, A drug-induced coma With mind-numbing aftereffects, Making us see What we would never witness in our very lives The wings of an Eagle, The howl of the wolf, Even the whisper of the wind Seem to be entities of human descent In our very minds, Each speaking to us in turn: "Who are you?" "Why are you here?" "Are you friend or foe?" They are never impolite, Never hostile, Never scared; Always welcoming, Always mysterious, As if we are welcome, But in a foreboding way; There is no fashion of explanation For these vivid images Produced by the mind In a restful state; We may say it's insanity, Chemicals mixing wrong, Alcohol effects, But I believe it is none of those; I believe, That we are all dreamers. "Dreamer", written SEVEN YEARS AGO!!! For an English class where we were tasked to write something with an interesting mental image. I didn't get the best score, but hey, I'm not pissy about getting second place. Even last place doesn't bug me. So long as people enjoyed it, right?
Yeah, one more girl, then we'll go. Think we could re-drag Leif's butt back on here for this?
Huh. Well, just keep waiting... Aw, shucks. Thanks, guys.
As Xemnas once said: "Indeed..." Regret What we say, We never mean. What we do, We shall regret. When I tell you that I love you, Just to turn and hate you Behind your back, I feel this overwhelming force Take over my heart, And my conscience says: "What are you doing?" It hurts inside, but in a painless way, My feelings sink to the pit of my stomach, And my heart begins to pound against my chest, Quickly, brutally... I know the consequences, And what may come of them, Yet I go unprepared, My words roll out of my mouth In an endless stream of confusion... My mind races, Sprinting to procure the answers To my never ending questions, While you stare at me with tears Welling in your beautiful eyes... Then, I explode: "I never meant to do this! I didn't want to hurt you! I'm stupid; hate me! Spite my miserable soul! Let my sorry corpse burn! I deserve it all!" A pointless plea, That I know you will never comply to, For you are too pure to do such evil, As I have done to you; The questions come, Hitting hard and fast, Meaningless hopes To restore our frienidship; Will she forgive? Can we still be friends? Is there any way to fix this? Could I take back my stupid sins And stop them before they happen? But, you and I know Only too well That it was I who harmed you, And now our fate lies in your hands; If you could forgive a fool, Would you? If you could let it all go, Would you? Would you regret your own decisions, As I regret mine? "Regret" was written at one point when I was on the verge of breaking up with my girlfriend during a time when we both got hit with depression. I wrote it as a type of reconciliation, and was rather surprised when she forgave me and all was suddenly well again.
Yeah, man. No biggie.
I like the use of dialog in this. It tunes it up from the normal free-verse poem.
Y'know, Jack, the least you could do is give me some credit for helping you write this.
Yours and Jack's too, bud. I don't know what's going on, but it'll clear itself up with time.
Okay. That'll work.
Okay, cool. Just wondering so things could get cleared up.
Well, I guess you've got a point there...
How about you actually READ THE POST!!!
1: That's like, the only trick Scott knows, a roundhouse kick. 2: Watch the spam, dammit. 3: Emmet, if you're gonna' be a girl, be a girl, and quit whining.
