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Inb4 the blog abuse I wonder if it's any use To //italicize// and **bold** the words That they'll ignore, it's quite absurd No names, pink  font, all violets, roses Randomly random poems and proses But no offense to all my friends Okay, goodbye, this is the end

- Katherine

That was the most boring thing I've ever read It lacks humour and flare, it's plain boring I said What's Inb4? Your poem confuses me I dislike it, I want a new poem I plea A good attempt from what you have showed But no offense... YOU JUST GOT TROLLED :)

For centuries, we stared at the heavens above, We use as a release whenever we’re stressed So peacefully calm, and innocent like a dove. But yet we never are able to reach it, No matter what we try, I guess the only way to heaven, Is for us to die. But what could we do, Cause once we’re in there, Every thing we could have done here, Would be a waste for me and you… -Ed-

When I first laid eyes on you... My breath went cold, My heart became hot, Mixed with so many thoughts I might go crazy or not. I never felt this way before, Maybe this’s what they call love, But from then on, You became my blessed dove. Your face is always remembered In my head, there you mingle, And every time I see your smile, My insides would always tingle. I tried to make you happy all the time, No matter how much the trouble, Until that unfaithful day, Where you burst my love bubble. I didn’t say good bye, or clutch your hand It was as if I was in a trance, I know I made the fault, But darling, just give me another chance.

That day, you just left, Without any messages to me, It still hurt my life, To just stand and watch you leave. Now I can’t get over you Even though we parted ways, No matter how much you hate me, In my heart you will stay. - A poem made by Ed-

When dreams get shattered and all is lost We must not give up at any cost When there's nothing left and we feel defeated We must have faith, and our will not depleted Hope is what we fight with, to our very end Our broken spirit, is what it will mend Something we always have, even when push comes to shove It is a feeling that's ultimately, love.

- Meek

Cheesy and corny this poem ... is horny And though IT can be done I am the only one who feels this feeling on this time of day my features etched in clay an ethernal memoir

-A Y JACKSON Your supposed to read it with a rythmic touch I don't really get this either

Okay, here goes nothing. Old poem of mine, wrote last year. Enjoy!

~* Moonbeam *~

float through the sterling mists, glide through the ebon night; ride upon the swaying breeze, sit upon the verdant leaves.

slither through the shadows dark-- sing a tune of silver bright; dance across the budding black-- weave a thread of liquid light.

watch the silent starry ether, see the gallant glowing stars; feel the waning wintry zephyr, hear the calming quiet night.

glowing with silvery hope, shining through the morbid night; lancing through the heart of fear, harbinger of radiance--

MOONBEAM

And, here's another one.

~* A Silent Glade *~

A silent glade. Amidst a sea of rippling green; like a glittering pearl-- a jewel in the ocean.

Oh how the suns rays embrace her with radiant beauty; how the winds breath brushes across her earthen face.

A silent sentinel-- guardian of the land; a stronghold for the weak and old-- a welcoming home for all.

Come and sit upon her flesh moist and soft, and tender to the touch.

Feel her warmth, her motherly embrace let her hold you, in her loving arms.

Feel the wind upon your face, the suns warmth upon your breast, the cool grass beneath your back, the gentle touch of nature.

Heh, perhaps a little cheasy.

And this one is a 5/7/5 haicoo collection.

~* Life *~

We all despise it. Evil, Machiavellian-- The bane of all men.

We can try to fight, To break through life's binding chains; But it's all in vane.

Whatever we do Life will tie us in ropes of our mortality.

We can only hope That one day our bonds will break, and we will be free.

And finally, in the spirit of *shivers* valentines day.

~* Good Night *~

Oh how I will miss you, your radient face, glowing oh so bright, lighting up my night.

Oh how I will miss you, your melodic voice, humming oh so sweet, such a soothing beat.

Oh how I will mis you, your glamorous skin, how it feels so grand, on my nimble hand.

Oh how I will miss you, the time spent with you, alone together, bonded forever.

Now I must tell you, as hard as it is, good night computer My dear computer.

Hah! Bet you weren't expecting that.

Hussain

Here's a story I did last year as well, it aint that good, but meh.

The soft, almost inaudible sound of the powdery white snow crunching beneath his thick leather boots steadily grew softer, until not a sound could be heard of his presence. Saris came to a silent stop behind an old, gnarly tree, his breathing silent, his body tense, ready for any hint of movement. Around him was splayed out a small grove, carpeted from top to bottom by the recently fallen snow. A crisp wind whistled melodically through the bows of the trees, blowing gently across his face. Still rising in the east, the sun shined brilliantly, its light reflecting off the surrounding white of winter.

Saris was a well built man, of medium height and lean, corded muscles honed by years of hunting in the north. He was entirely garbed in hardened hides, from his hood to his boots, so much so that he looked like a naked animal himself. He did not twitch nor shiver from the cold, remaining as calm as a pristine lake and as silent as an owl. Held tightly in his hands was a finely crafted crossbow, silvery white under the sun's gaze, its bone-smooth surface cold to his bare hands. Upon both of his thighs were strapped three metal bolts, slim and elegant, designed to cut through flesh and meat as easily as through air.

Saris was an experienced hunter from a large settlement nearby. Every year around this time, when the snow was crisp and new, he would come up to this region, high up in Kowlodge Mountain, accompanied by a band of many other hunters. For several nights they would camp up in the cold mountainous environment, hunting the bountiful game that populated its groves and forests. This would not just supply the town with food, but also with leather for clothing and money so that they could last through the rest of the winter.

This year, however, it was different for him. He had been chosen by his people to be the huntmaster, the person on which fell the responsibility of leading the hunt and assuring it was successful, but also something more. As the leader of the hunt, it was his duty to track down and kill one of the most dangerous, and most prized, creatures of the mountains. The Kowl, they called it; and what a creature it was. Many before him had attempted the nearly impossible task, but few ever returned to tell the tale. Those who did often came back brutally wounded, with an arm or a leg missing, and the stories they told could scare even the bravest man. He was determined, however, that he would succeed, and prove his prowess to the others back home. The hunter who could perform such a feat would be hailed and honoured for their bravery and skill.

He had been tracking the Kowl since the previous dawn. So far his efforts had led him to where he was; a small grove situated midway up Kowlodge mountain. He had previously spotted the Kowl resting nearby, but he dared not go further else he draw its attention. No, instead he would wait here patiently, hidden among the trees, and surprise the beast when it wandered close enough. His posture never faltered, remaining tense, ready to move at any moment's notice. He gripped his crossbow tightly, finger ready at the trigger, a bolt already loaded and ready to fire. He kept his breathing to a minimum and stayed still as a statue, so as not to give any sign of his presence. His eyes kept scanning the horizon, searching for any sign that would alert him to the Kowl's approach.

He shifted his position slightly as he sighted some movement along the horizon. His heart started to beat quicker as a small prick of creamy white began to move towards him. He breathed slowly and focused on the approaching figure, trying to calm himself down. If he made any mistake, his guise would be discovered and his life would be put on the line. As the creature drew nearer, he nearly gaped in awe. The Kowl stood almost eight feet in height, with legs as thick as a tree and shoulders as wide as a table. Atop its head sat two wicked horns, each more than two feet long, slightly curved and gleaming with malice. The monster was twice the size of a tundra bear, and even more ferocious. Its muscles rippled under its creamy fur, belying their immense strength.

The Kowl paused when it drew close to where Saris was hiding. The creature's shoulders and back rippled with unnatural strength. Its intimidating figure painted a long shadow against the snow. Saris began to feel slightly afraid; the tales that had been sung, the stories that had been told, they did not compare to the real experience of meeting such a terrible beast. The Kowl slowly shook its massive head from left to right, sniffing the air. Saris' breath caught. Had the Kowl smelled him? Surely not! The Kowl stopped sniffing and was about to continue when a sudden shift of air caused the wind to blow towards it, carrying on it Saris' scent. Saris felt the rush of wind, and prepared himself. He knew what was coming. His grip tightened even more on his crossbow. This was the moment.

The Kowl instantly let loose a mighty bellow that shook the earth and trees, causing the snow to float up in misty clouds around it. It lowered its head, its ivory horns reflecting the sun's light, ready to kill. The ground shook again as the Kowl charged, each strike of its plate-sized paws sending snow whirling around it. Saris braced himself. The animal's charge brought it but within an inch of him. One of its long horns ripped through his leather jacket and underlying clothes, tearing at his flesh before it passed. The wound, although minor, stung profusely. Saris did not waste his time, however, and quickly pivoted around, his finger squeezing his crossbow's trigger. There was a loud crack that echoed through the grove, then a blur of metal as the bolt imbedded in the Kowl's side with a thump.

The subsequent roar shook the entire grove like an earthquake, sending waves of snow crashing down from the treetops. Saris took the time to cock and reload his crossbow as the wounded beast tried to turn around. Its momentum carried it for several yards, and now it was not close enough to retaliate. He knew, however, that he had only wounded it slightly. The creature began its charge again, leaving a trail of flying snow behind it. This time, Saris had enough warning, and he let his second bolt loose just as the Kowl came in firing range. His aim was true, the projectile whistling through the air smoothly, sliding in between the creature's ribs. A spurt of steaming blood escaped the wound, melting through the frost below. Saris quickly dashed out of the way before the enraged animal could strike him back.

By now there was a trail of scarlet behind the Kowl as its two wounds dripped with steaming blood. The hot fluid melted through the thick ice to form small puddles of crimson. Saris could tell that his last shot had dealt some major damage, as the beast was now whimpering slightly, small tremors racking its bloodstained body. Nevertheless, it slowly turned around for a third charge. Saris crouched low, his crossbow aimed at its neck for a killing strike. He waited for the Kowl to get close to him before he fired. A crack resounded through the surrounding area, as if pronouncing the shot's finality. This time his proximity to the beast allowed the bolt to hit the Kowl with greater force, so that it ripped through the beast's skin. A stream of blood began bubbling out of the kowl's thick neck, like a mountain river. It howled in anguish, slumping to the ground with a loud thud. The force of its fall sent tremors up the entire mountainside.

Saris yelled in pain and surprise as one of the fallen animal's flailing paws hit him square in the chest. The force of the blow sent him flying backwards through the air, the cold wind stinging at his face. He lost his breath when he felt the solid trunk of a tree collide with him. The impact sent shivers up his spine and jarred his teeth. He remained glued to the tree for several seconds, before he fell to the snow-laden ground, crumpled in a heap. Waves of pain and fatigue flowed through his body, setting it ablaze. He groaned, then painstakingly got up to see the results of his effort. The Kowl lay still some yards away, a puddle of red swirling around it as its neck wound continued to bleed. Saris leaned against the tree he had just slammed into. The task of bringing down the animal that was sprawled out in front of him had tired and stressed him greatly. But he had done it. He had done what many others before him had tried and failed to do. He had won. A faint smile alighted on his face.

Hussain

I also wrote some first paragraphs of never-to-be-finished books...

The snake of Eden

Shuddering against the freezing gale that blew shards of glassy hail, a lone figure trudges into the thicket of the snow-covered forest. Wrapping his wispy scarf around his neck, after blowing a clump of dark hair from his eyes, Brandon squinted against the howling of the cursed wind. He was already at his limit but he still limps through the dense winter forest. It was as though someone had lit a small flame inside his head, something that can’t be extinguished, but it provided enough heat to barely keep him alive as he proceed though the still forest. “Just a few more steps” rang in his mind as tiredness began to take it toll, “and you’ll be able to see Rosaline once again”. Little did he know, that the glimmer of hope to be near his loved one would never become true. He had just taken a step out of the forest, when a deafening bang reached his ear. He stumbled, and tried to steady himself as a dark liquid began to sweep from his chest. Automatically he clasp his hand on the spot where it began to spread, withdrew it, and to his horror, saw that his hand was now bloodstained. He wobbled as he tried to steady himself, but he lost his footing and slipped upon the white blanket laid out to cushion his fall. Flailing his arms, he tried to get back up, but his energy seems to be slowly extinguished until not a single limb of his could move. A shudder blazed though his entire body as he lay on the soft damp snow that embraced him into its welcoming arms. Sensing another presence, he turned his head, but could only make out a faint outline of someone, before tiredness overwhelmed his mind, and he gradually slipped into a deep coma…

Predator or Prey Ughh, not again… why do you keep moving old man… grumbled the raven-like figure as he nimbly darted across rooftops, feets above his prey. //He had been stalking the same person ever since he had met the drunken fellow in an alleyway across a nightclub ten years ago. He had thought the guy as an easy target but in a struggle, he lost the use of his good eye. Now he followed the drunk nearly everywhere for a total of eight bloody and exhausting years, while planning how to get revenge and a decent meal at the same time.// //He was pulled back into the present when he felt a blade of gleaming silver stroke his neck and a soft feminine voice as soft as silk whispered into his ear. “You shouldn’t be wandering alone, hon.” He wheeled around in a flash, and found himself staring into a pair of seducing female eyes. His gaze averted back and forth until he realized who was his assaulter. He was glaring at his personal secretary who had somehow ignored his commands and follows him without being noticed. His reply was a harsh growl of annoyance. “Get back to headquarters or else.” She folded her arms across her burst and asked, “Or else what?” with a smirk. This time, the trembling growl became a rough snarl of anger. “Or else, I will drag you back there myself, dead or alive!” She pouted but turned around. As she was about to leave the scene, she heard a much calmer but strict statement, “I don’t even know what had persuade me to hire you, your gracefulness and your flattery, or you’re cunning?” He knew that she would not reply to his statement, but he noticed a flicker of a small smile of amusement as she leapt off the twenty-feet building and into the crisp dark night.// //He hastily spun around and tries to find any tracks that might hint where his prey had wandered off into, during the time he was distracted by his employee. Not surprisingly, his mark had wandered from sight, but with excellence night vision, he spotted his target near the town square, fifteen feets ahead of where the drunk used to be standing. He quickened his pace to catch up to his escaping prey, and at that moment, a race of survival had begun. The competitors were the drunk and the raven-haired man, each trying to get ahead of each other for their own gain. The drunk is trying to get back home, and his pursuer is trying to murder his prey. Finally after two exhausting hours, the drunk wobbled to the side, felt a wave of vomit rise to his throat and vomited onto the pavement. The pursuer, at that exact time, had leapt off the twenty five-feet building and had produced a hidden poisonous blade. He violently rammed the blade into his victim’s back that it had been stuck and took a moment to dislodge. Once he extracted his blade from his prey, the victim’s last breath was shrill scream that pierced the night sky, before he kicked the feeble drunk with a force so large, it literally buried the drunk halfway into the pavement. He stared down in disgust as blood as dark as a crimson rose, poured like ocean waves out of the still corpse. He wiped his bloodstained blade on his enveloping cloak as he heard footsteps arriving. As nimble as a cat, he fled the scene, relieved that his captors would have no clue of the murderer. Little did he know that, the murder would just be the beginning…//

//Blood Lust Harmony//

=One month ago…= “Gail, WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!” roared the voice of my roommate, Rufus. I could barely make out his outline due to the glare of the sunlight that flooded our room, but I was determined to get more sleep. “Just a few more minutes”, I replied as I went back to sleep. Before I could barely shut my eyes, my blanket was ripped out of my hands like it was caught in a hurricane. I thrashed out of bed with my eyes ablaze, wanting to kill Rufus, but the next thing I heard froze my heart. “My, my, it seems like Gailabrost is finally awake.” I spun around to find Chast sitting on my personal table, like there was nothing in the whole world that was as interesting as lounging on my chair. I gasped at him, and then directed my anger toward Rufus. “ Of all of the people in this institute, why did you let him into our dorm?”, I yelled, “He tried to kill me last year!” Before Rufus had anything to say, Chast interrupted. “ He didn’t let me in. I snuck into your dorm by the window.” I found my voice and tried to answer “but the window was locked yester…” but Chast cut my sentence off with a flourish of his hand. “ Haven’t you forgotten I learnt lock picking before” he replied with that silky voice of his, “ and I didn’t tried to kill you, because where else would I find a lab teste… I mean assistant for my experiments?” I stammered for an answer, but I was interrupted again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a test to study for.”, said Chast as he closed the door behind him. I dropped to the floor on my knees, shocked by the sudden appearance and disappearance of Chast. Tears of fear began to stream from my eyes as I stammered the only sentence that appeared in my head, “ I…hate…you…Christ…!”, before I flung my head back and screamed it again, “I HATE YOU!”.

//These are just drafts but I wouldn't be editing them again.// //-Ed-//

Here is a haiku.

//You'll learn to like it.// //Love, she whispers to me, it's// //A beautiful thing.//

//~//Alan

Freedom

It’s a clear and calm night; the stars are out above me, the full moon shining brightly. The sky has lost all remnants of sunlight, now a distant memory. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby tree, and there is no one out on the streets. I take a deep breath, feeling the cool air filling my lungs.

I start running.

The air is cool, rushing by my face. I know this route well, the streetlights flying past me, and the pavement shining with a soft reflected glow. My feet meet the ground only fleetingly, my arms whipping back and forth by my sides. Up ahead is a gate, but not deterred, I climb over it and follow my route. I turn a corner, jump over a railing, turn past another corner. There is a rhythm, a pattern, and I do not stop. There was nothing that could prevent me from stopping now.

I run through a field, the comforting glow of the city lights behind my back. I pass by a park in a passing moment, the childhood memories of playing on swings and the seesaws barely registering a flicker in my thoughts. I pause briefly atop of a wall, a large drop on the other side, before taking a leap. I break out of my roll running; there is no time to spare. I approach a building, blood pounding through my veins. The dull red bricks covering the walls appear only as a shade of grey. I run towards a pipe, crawling up its length. Reaching the top, I realize that my time is growing short, and a glow crawls up from the eastern horizon. The gravel crunching beneath my feet, I dash across the rooftop, jumping through, climbing over, and sliding under a variety of ventilation and insulation installations. Jumping up and grabbing the top of another wall, the cool metal feels smooth beneath my hands as I pull up, using my feet to push myself over the top. I glance upwards, my feet a blur beneath me, the end in sight.

I begin to slow down, first from a sprint to a casual jog. As I approach ever closer to my goal, I start to walk slowly, feeling my tired limbs burn and ache. I stop and draw a series of shallow breaths. I can’t believe I’ve made it.

I look down, a three-story drop below, my toes at the very edge of the roof. There is a paved area below me, crisscrossed by the white lines of various games of hopscotch and four square, bringing back many memories. As I wait, for a moment, I sway slightly in the breeze. The sky is getting brighter by the second. And then it happens. The light streams over the horizon, filling the sky with its brilliance. The sun, fiery red, starts to climb up into the sky. I can now see clearly the path I had taken, the obstacles I’ve overcome, the places I’ve passed. Looking all around me, the birds start chirping, pets start yowling, and light reflects off the frosty roofs of a row of houses. I raise my arms, the feeling is wonderful. Once again, I take a deep breath, but this one is full of warm morning air, rejuvenating and revitalizing. I take another one, and another, and a smile spreads across my face. It must be strange seeing me here, I thought, a lone figure standing at the edge of a rooftop. But I feel no fear, instead only joy, for a wise man once said, he who is brave, is free.

-SingYu

// This was my CyberARTs creative writing application. Feel free to criticize, although I handed it in already. //

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1) By the forest, a meadow green <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Where in springtime wild flowers grow. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Nearby, ancient mountains loom <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">From which glittering rivers flow.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">2) Here in the tangled grass <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Beneath tumbling piles of stones, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Links of cozy burrows are found <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">In which bunnies make their homes.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">3) Bunnies small and bunnies large <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Bunnies of all different types <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Bunnies with folded, floppy ears <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And bunnies with spots and stripes.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">4) However one thing is apparent, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">If to stumble across them you were: <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">It’s that all of them are brown, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Shades from vandyke to ochre.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">5) And with this attribute in common <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The bunnies, they flourished in peace. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Many seasons quickly passed, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Marked by tulip sprouts and geese.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">6) One fine spring, still early before dawn, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">A litter of kits were born. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Like any other litter before <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">They grew in their den, so warm.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">7) But as these kits grew, so rapidly they did <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">One thing was quickly seen: <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">A certain kit's fur had grown out as white <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">With a ghostly silver sheen.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">8) Soon enough, the kits were aged <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Enough to be let out to play <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Around the meadow they hopped and rolled <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And played their games day after day.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">9) While they laughed and had their fun, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">One white bunny watched from afar. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The others glared when it came near, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Giving it looks of bizarre.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">10) Courageously, the bunny asked, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“Hey guys, can I play too?” <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The others looked it up and down <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And shuffling, they withdrew.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">11) “Why not?”, the bunny yelled <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">After the others who looked away. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“I’m not so different from you!” <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">At its white coat, they replied, “Touché”

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">12) Dejected, the bunny turned away, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Just as it began to rain. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Plump raindrops fell from the sky, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Carrying its disgrace and pain.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">13) Splatter hard, the rain, it did, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Yet still the bunny stayed. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Under an old dead log it hid, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Its bark had long decayed.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">14) "I don't fit in, oh, why is this so?" <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The bunny sobbed and flailed. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">It pounded its paws against the muddy ground <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And cried and bawled and wailed.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">15) Soon enough the rain let up <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And the bunny's tears were spent. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">It headed back to its burrow; <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Across the meadow it went.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">16) As it walked, a realization came <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">When it looked down at its feet: <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The mud from the ground had coated its fur <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And thick, it clung like a sheet.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">17) The mud was brown, a rich shade too, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Such a beautiful tone it was, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">That the bunny rolled around for more <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And it became a brown shade without flaws.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">18) "I'm now the same as everybody else!" <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The bunny joyously exclaimed. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">So with this new look, it hurried home; <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">With nothing of which to be ashamed.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">19) As the sun shone through the trees <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The morning of the next day, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The bunny headed outside <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">To join the others to play.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">20) They casually let it join <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Without a second of delay, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Thinking it was one of them, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">With its soft fur coloured like clay.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">21) So the days went on like this <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">With the bunny accepted, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Until suddenly one day it realized <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">This was not the life it had expected.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">22) Every day was monotonous, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Always the same as before, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">So finally it decided <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">To rid this life of bore.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">23) The upcoming day it went <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Back into the forest <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And found itself a stream <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Of clean water, the surest.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">24) "No more do I want to be <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The same as everyone else. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">From now on my fur shall remain as white, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I will stay true to myself."

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">25) With this bold statement, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">It splashed into the stream. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And quickly the dried mud washed off; <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Its fur back to a bright white sheen.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">26) In conclusion, the moral is

<span style="display: inline ! important; font-style: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">//<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Differences are not so bad. //

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Stick to what you believe in <span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">And one day you shall be glad.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">27) The end.

Towards everyone with iPod Touches and iPhones if you want apps and dont wanna pay for them, i can give you the ones i already bought... Just tell me and i'll probably give it to you in the library

I know I'm early but what the heck :P

A time of year when men drain their money For girls of all sorts, pretty and funny Slowly approaching about a week near A day where couples are happy and cheer For love, for chocolate, for flowers, and more When boys holding bouquets knock at your door To all the boys, don't be annoying and hate It's a celebrated and joyful date So I know I'm early but what the hey, <-- xD To everybody, Happy Valentines Day :)

Hey.... like firearms? like CoD gameplays? check out FPSRussia on Youtube :)

Here it is... A response to edward's xD Meh :P

Standing on my balcony under a moonlit sky A feeling spreads through me and I don't know why I feel at peace as a soft breeze brushes my skin A night so silent, I can hear the drop of a pin With each passing second, the feeling grows Unexplainable and indescribable, like no one knows It suddenly reminds me of the mistake I’ve made Not stepping into the light, but hidden in shade The peace turns into regret, the silent is broken Wishing I had said the words I haven’t yet spoken A phrase so simple, so commonly used Sometimes accepted, sometimes refused It contains three words that are very true So here it is… to say, “I love you” -Meek

There are 10 types of people in the world. Those who understand binary, and those who don't.

It's not so bad, Just a bit tad, But I agree with Birunthaa there, That Michael's poem does have a romantic flare, But wouldn't it be fair, For people to not write much but stare, Come on, a poem is as easy as breathing air, Since you just have to sit and type letters, And if you don't like it, make it better! It's not that hard much lest, If everyone try to cooperate it might best. But since I would avoid a verbal fight, I WISH EVERYONE A REALLY GOOD NIGHT! -Ed-

Valentines Day is steadily closing in So get ready to make your wallet empty and thin Even if it's to friends, show how much they mean From chocolate to movies shown on a wide screen Or make it yourself, and add some flare It's the thought that counts and how much you care So try something new and have it your way What will you do for Valentines Day? -Meek

Something will be awarded for answering this correctly ;) PLEASE ANSWER IN DISCUSSION OR IT WILL NOT COUNT :D I have a poster in my room... It's of a cat dressed in a pink dress =D (Cuz its so cool >:D) WHAT IS THE TITLE OF THE POSTER :) -M33k Katherine has become a beast and answered the question xD it was PRETTY IN PINK ;) -M33k

Friendship :D

Life can throw itself upon you, Its bad qualities blocking the good from view. Hearts are broken and friendships torn, But from this darkness, a new light is born. Fighting off lies, fear, and hate, Uncovering hope from its own gate. Revealing courage, love, and trust These types of traits, will never rust. So whenever you're down, just look back and see, I'll be standing right there, cause you'll always have me.

-M33k

Series of Haikus.

__Pelicans__ Pelicans can fly They fly like Pelican fly Spider man swag

__People__

People are like me In a way, but not really Spider man swag

__Refrigerator__ Refrigerator You keep my food and stuff cool Refrigerator

__Ice Cream__

I freaking love ice cream It's like, the best food ever I love ice cream

Rude poems

__**Your Imagination vs Reality**__ She whispered "will it hurt me?" "Of course not" answered he "It's a very simple process, You can rely on me." She said "I'm very frightened, I've not had this before. My friend has had it five times And said it can be sore." It was growing rather painful Tears formed in her eyes It was hurting quite a bit now It must have been a size. "Calm yourself" he whispered "His face filled with a grin "Try and open wider So I can get it in." "It's coming now" he whispered "I know" she cried in bliss Feeling it deep within her now She said "I am glad I'm having this." And with a final effort She gave a frightened shout He gripped it in anguish And quickly pulled it out. She lay back quite contended Sighed and gave a smile She said "I'm glad I came now You made it worth my while." Now if you read this carefully The dentist you will find Is not what you imagined It's just your dirty mind!!

It Goes In Dry, It Comes Out Wet It goes in dry, it comes out wet, the longer it's in the stronger it gets we can have it in bed, just you and me its not what you think, it's a cup of tea!!!!

Mary Had A Duck Mary had a little lamb she also had a duck, she took it round the corner to teach it how to fry some eggs for breakfast, fry some eggs for tea the more you eat, the more you drink the more you want to Peter had a boat the boat began to rock up jumped some jaws and bit off his cocktails, ginger ales, forty cents a glass if you don't like it shove it up your ask no questions tell no lies I saw a police man doing up his flies are bad mosquitoes are worse and this is the end of my silly little verse!

Mother Goose Mary had a little lamb Her father shot it dead. Now it goes to school with her, between two chunks of bread.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, her clothes all tattered and torn. It wasn't the spider that crept beside her, But Little Boy Blue and his horn.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the kings horses and all the kings men, said "F*ck him, He's only an egg.

Georgie Porgy pudding and pie. Kissed the girls and made them cry. When the boys came out to play, He kissed them too, cause he was gay.

Jack and Jill Went up the hill to have some hanky panky. Silly Jill forgot her pill And now there's little Franky.

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard to fetch her poor dog a bone. When she bent over Rover took over, And gave her a bone of his own.

Little Boy Blew. Hey. He needed the money.

Looking At the Sky Last night I lay in my bed looking up at the stars, the beautiful sky and the endless horizon and suddenly I thought where the f*** is my roof?**


 * The Lady Next Door**
 * A little boy walks into his parents' room**
 * Then wears a quizzical frown**
 * When he see his Mom on top of his Dad**
 * Bouncing up and down.**
 * The mother quickly dismounts,**
 * Worried about what her son saw**
 * She dresses quickly and goes to find him.**
 * Standing outside the door**
 * He asks, 'What were you doing to Dad just then?'**
 * She replies, 'Well, you know Dad is fat**
 * He has a big tummy so sometimes**
 * I get on top and make it flat.'**
 * 'Well, you're just wasting your time, Mom,'**
 * She is told by her bright young pup**
 * Cos when you got out, the lady next door**
 * Gets on her knees and blows it back up.'**


 * Cheating Parents**
 * Mother returned from 2 days away**
 * Her little boy greeted her by saying,**
 * "Mummy, guess what! Yesterday!**
 * I was in your wardrobe, playing**
 * Daddy came in with the lady next door**
 * And their clothes started to drop**
 * And they lay undressed on the bed**
 * And then daddy climbed on top ..."**
 * Mother held up her hand.**
 * "Not another word. That story's bad**
 * Exactly what you've just told me."**
 * I want you to tell to Dad**
 * As Dad walked into the house,**
 * His wife said, "I'm off. I'm packed already, see? "**
 * "But why--" asked the startled father.**
 * "Sonny. Tell him what you told me."**
 * "Well," Sonny said, "I was playing in your wardrobe**
 * And daddy came in with the lady next door**
 * And they got undressed**
 * And all their clothes were on the floor**
 * And they got up on the bed**
 * And then they did that thing**
 * That you did with Uncle John**
 * When daddy was away, last Spring."**

__Three Wishes Granny__ Her chair turns to solid gold. She says, I'd like to be young again And pretty, with poise, finesse In less than it takes to blink an eye She's a beautiful princess While considering her third wish The old woman's cat wanders in Ooh...can you change him into a prince?" All handsome tall and thin There before her stands an Adonis Where once was her kitten More handsome than she could have imagined. She stares, all coy and... smitten With a smile that makes her knees weak. And with breath, decidedly bated He whispers "Now I bet you're regretting You had me neutered... snipped...castrated!!
 * An old lady is rocking on her porch**
 * Chewing baccy and drinking beers**
 * While reflecting on her life,**
 * A fairy godmother appears**
 * And says she can have three wishes.**
 * Says the old lady," if I may be so bold**
 * I'd like to be really stinking rich."**
 * POOF
 * POOF***
 * POOF***

-A tribute to Fear- Sometimes when the candle burns out, The room goes dark, Shadows start seeping through the walls, Tears began to flow, and voices began to shout, In fear of what you will hark, A plea of help began to call, But when bangs finally broke the door, It’s to late to save all but, A quivering mess crying on the floor.

-Ed-