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| Elara Posts: 8016/9736 |
Licking method? |
| True Flight Posts: 4931/5245 |
eric got his dice a new dice bag and they seem to LOVE him. That or the fact that he has figured out the licking method. |
| Elara Posts: 8014/9736 |
Originally posted by Sorcha Rohan That is the way of dice I have noticed. My dice hate me. |
| True Flight Posts: 4928/5245 |
I love your D and D post. it made me laugh. Sadly I begin to think that my dice are up against me all the time. |
| Elara Posts: 8013/9736 |
Feelings
I sit and smile But inside I'm crying I laugh and I play When truly I'm dying Surrounded by humans Yet I stand alone Wishes forgotten Dreams never known I see all you have done All the joy you've had While I've lived neglected Loved secondhand I sit here and smile While inside I rage Idiots all around me My soul in a cage I just want acceptance To truly break free I'm sick of their judgement I just want to be me |
| Elara Posts: 7725/9736 |
*commits the most massive thread bump in XGF history*
Yeah, I didn't feel like making a new thread, but I has stuff to write. I think I've posted some stuff elsewhere and now I have to find them but for now here are two that I have on my computer inspired by various readings and such. Heart and Soul Heart and soul Engaged in a deadly dance Unbeknownst to both No advantage, no perfection So hard to admit the truth Emotions torn in two Despite the mind's resistance A fool's pursuit? Perhaps But it never hurts to dream Simplicity is illusion Nothing ever comes with ease Only Fate can decide Which shall gain victory Until then the dance goes on And with bated breath The fool watches Untitled Carry me away to what might have been Wrap me in dreams soft as silk Sing me a song of love bittersweet I will wipe away the tears we both cry And that is all for now. |
| Elara Posts: 1855/9736 |
Originally posted by MisturMoogle *resists the urge to laugh* I'm in the process of writing one novel, a campaign setting for D&D, and hopefully 7 books at least that will spin off of that world. So yeah, I've been kinda planning that for awhile now. Thank you for the comments though, it does make me smile to know that people enjoy my work. |
| MisturMoogle Posts: 224/327 |
Really really good Elara, you got a real good talent, ever thoguht of being a writer?? My favorte one would have to be about D&D though, I like to play D&D when the time permits. It really caught my attention, also like Zabuza said Siphoned was also really good. I have felt that was as well before and it was really good. It was full of meaning and truth. It really did move me, in some ways, to make me think about stuff differently. How like money rules over life, and life rules over you. Without money, you dont have much of a life, with out life there is no you. Really good, keep at them. |
| Elara Posts: 1840/9736 |
A new one, inspired by Lord Byron in a way.
He Walks in Chaos He walks in chaos, into the night One foot forward, and one to the left Walking in circles in the twilight Features changing, never set. Delicate features of his face Lead me home like a bell And into the warmth of his embrace, Where kisses make emotions swell Behind emerald orbs, a tempest boils Emptiness and change, unsureness reigns And on that fair face, emotions toil To weigh the losses and count the gains And to that love I bid farewell Though I like it not, I have no choice But to leave our fate for time to tell; For chaos's whim has took my voice. |
| Stitch Posts: 421/2785 |
Although I don't much like Harry Potter, or anything in their realm, I enjoyed to poem...to an extent. Always the talented writer, but giving Malfoy a heart? Doesn't seem plausible.
Anyway, Siphon was good. I like the emotion you were trying to convey...mostly because I've often felt similar. Keep 'em coming. |
| Elara Posts: 960/9736 |
I see.
Well, here is an exclusive world premier, I just wrote it right now... Zabuza should love it, he loves my dark poems: Siphoned Siphon my soul out from my eyes. My will to live gone in a flash. How can I live like this? Soulless and with no way to survive. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say. What beauty is their for me to see, With eyes that see only blackness and pain? What meaning is there for me? Life is a cruel master, Money it’s bitter mistress. I tire of playing their game, I just want it to end. Love will save me they say. Love is the lighthouse miles away, While I am in the storm tossed sea In a ship that just splintered. Siphon my life out from my heart, I’m not strong enough to fight. Numbness inside calls to me, Dark despair calling me home. Master and mistress won their game. There was never a way for them to lose. I’m lost, soulless and numb again. There is no saving me. |
| venomouslobster Posts: 90/444 |
that one was delicious.....i liked it alot
(and i am a harry potter fan, it would appear that sarcasm is more difficult to convey online...keep writing) |
| Elara Posts: 939/9736 |
That was my stand-up poem for my creative writing class. I'm rather proud of it. Not a Harry Potter fan I take it? Well, anyway... more:
Sonnet for the D&D Gamer Playing the game of Dungeons and Dragons Out fates hanging on the roll of the dice. My ranger running back to the wagons In a world described by Margaret Weiss. A fireball blast destroys all our foes, Into their remains the thief disappears. What he will find there the gods only know; This is how I pass my time with my peers. An ambush at dusk caught us by surprise, Low level thugs attacked with all their might. Then me and the others started to rise, Making sure none of them survived the night. Sadly I'm not the next Bilbo Baggins Just a geek playing Dungeons and Dragons. |
| venomouslobster Posts: 84/444 |
this poem is well constructed, well written, clever, funny and generally well written
i also hate it so much it makes my teeth hurt... though it is really just the subject matter that fills me with seething, baby kicking, ire... ...write more |
| Elara Posts: 925/9736 |
Yeah, it's back, be afraid... and be honest.
Oh... if you see >> or such things it's because the evil board won't let me indent when I need to, so just imagine it's blank there and just indented. Ashes of Envy Draco Malfoy stood, shirtless, in front of a mirror. His blonde hair tousled, hanging past his ears. Incense burned on the table, Making the room smell of lavender. He dipped his finger into the ashes of the incense And drew a lighting bolt on his forehead. “Look at me, I’m Harry Potter. I get everything. Stupid git, how are you more popular?” He looked around his bedroom, green and silver décor. He hated green, though he never said so, he preferred blue. “Harry Potter could say he hated green if he wanted to.” Draco looked again at the ash on his skin, the bolt like Potter’s. Draco was rich, lived in a mansion, and was a pureblood; Harry lived with horrible muggles, even Draco admitted it. Yet at least they acknowledged him, even if it was bad. While at home, Draco was invisible… like a House Elf. Harry Potter had friends, real friends that cared, Draco had underlings that stayed with him out of fear. He’d give anything to have friends, even a mudblood and a Weasley, But he had no one, because he was a Malfoy. He walked to his bed, reaching under and pulling out a stuffed owl, He’d kept it since childhood, his only comfort from the pain. And he cried, glad that his door was locked And his father not home for the day. Cried because he wanted to be Harry Potter, Wanted to have friends and be loved. Cried because he wished he could have been one of his friends, One of the special people. But he wasn’t… he could never be, >>>>Because he was Draco Malfoy, >>>>>>>>>A Slytherin, >>>>>>>>>>>>>>A rival since day one; >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>And he knew it could never be. Draco wiped the lightning bolt from his skin, Walked to the mirror, and looked at himself. Letting the ashes of envy fade like the smell of lavender, He said aloud what he wanted to say for so long, “I hate green.” |
