Misty
08-07-2009, 05:12 PM
The voting continues!
You guys should know the drill by now.
Cycle 3 Categories:
Nicest Member
Most Random Member
Strangest Member
Whiniest Member
Worst Speller
Best Fanfiction
Best Graphic Artist
Best Poem
Best Video Editor
Most Improved Writer
Best Original Story
After cycle 3 we're going to move onto to our last one or two cycle(s), the Best/Worst Member Nominations!
The poems:
Love and Death by lilwoj
As the rain falls i slowly die....the world dosent need me nether does she...i alweys wished 2 love but never had the chance....love is a miricle so enjoy it whille u can.
A Man by Cin
I guess I knew this day I’d see
When you would ask of me
“Father, what is a man?”
Son, sit and rest
For we have ran far farther then I’d thought we’d run
These years were short, these days were long.
Some say a man can run forever
His legs longer and stronger and his heart, better
But a man that travels without rest
Is a man that misses what he left
The dust on the road where his foot did fall
Stamp out the names of those who loved him
Family, Friends, and Lovers All
The man is lonely in his endless race
Save the echoes of himself that he does chase
He runs in circles, his dreams in the middle
An Awkward band serenades him with fiddle in hand
He forgot where he began
He forgot where to end
But what’s a beginning and end when you’re caught in spin?
He’s not a man son, he’s the wind
And a man that talks to god, well he’s insane
But keep your lips and do refrain
From saying that, my loving kin
For words like that are drenched in sin
But a man that sees and doesn’t complain, son, they call him a tool
And a man that thinks things can change, that one’s a fool
It’s better to be a man that hides
Though allowing fear to overcome your being
Is just another form of suicide
And son they call that man a masochist
He silently will hate the world, a pessimist in falling swirl
A man that thinks he knows every truth
That’s a man that eats his fruit with just one tooth
His bites are small and full of pain
And in his mouth they turn to grain
Of Sand and of salt
But keep in mind, it’s not his fault
He thinks the food to taste divine
As he chugs his urine and calls it wine
A man who stands upon his foes
Raises his sword high, and there he boasts
That his sword here is sharpest of all
And as a bonus, it’s as long as he is tall
But other men will call him down and pointing daggers
Request his crown
For what was claimed a claymore to be
In the face of his peers is small and wee
“Is this all you have?”
They laugh with vigor
“No! Not at all! I swear, it gets bigger!”
The man’s insecure and he’s afraid of himself
As he stares at the statues of real men on his shelf
Though admitting his faults will save him the trouble
He’ll remain inside of his safe little bubble
The man is a coward, the man is a boy
And he’ll swing his sword, though it’s a only toy
A man without love is a man without life
Though a home’s not defined
By where he keeps his wife
The home’s where his heart is
And hearts tend to wander
But always come back as men's hearts will feel guilt
And compassion and wonder
Of what he’s forgotten in the crib that he built
With the wife that he loved and who’s blood that he split
Sons and Daughters give way to his new cloudy days
And shed light on the mess of his mistress and maids
And at night he will cry over his lies and deceit
With nothing left but the child his wife gave to him
Before he took her in rage and defeat
He Cast her away
To the god he will hate for the rest of his days
I feared for this day when you asked me what men are
And what you will be, come this new cycle of stars
For I don’t know the answer
I can’t tell you what I don’t know
Though I think it very plainly shows
I know exactly what men are not
Men aren’t liars, killers, hypocrites or cowards
And those that run along with that lot
Are the men that will sleep and never dream
And friends of mine can attest to that
Ask of someone else, for what I may seem
Is not what I am, a rat who scurries
Always, forever in a hurry
Away from myself
I forgot where it all began
I know not where it ends
Though I’ve looked around this circle as I run and I spin
Things will never change
I will always be wind
Untitled by darkrequiem0
Because I never knew that someone could make me feel like this
You're a light in the darkness, like a will-o'-the-wisp
And although I know it's selfish, for my one last wish
I'd want to hold you a little closer so my light could shine like this
Because if I could share this feeling with anyone
You'd be the one I'd pass it onto, I'd be a shining sun
To you, like you do, a voodoo curse on me
I once thought being in love was worse but now I see
Dream Traverse by Petru
Where am I?
all these tragic things I remember
So many places flashing before my eyes
are they real or not?
Life is a scattered dream
corridor after corridor
And all I see are parts of my life
although i seem to know alot about these memories
So little do i know of myself
memories can eithertrick or guide us
But everything seems so real
yet it seems so mysterious
The answer I will never know
until i awaken from this life
You guys should know the drill by now.
Cycle 3 Categories:
Nicest Member
Most Random Member
Strangest Member
Whiniest Member
Worst Speller
Best Fanfiction
Best Graphic Artist
Best Poem
Best Video Editor
Most Improved Writer
Best Original Story
After cycle 3 we're going to move onto to our last one or two cycle(s), the Best/Worst Member Nominations!
The poems:
Love and Death by lilwoj
As the rain falls i slowly die....the world dosent need me nether does she...i alweys wished 2 love but never had the chance....love is a miricle so enjoy it whille u can.
A Man by Cin
I guess I knew this day I’d see
When you would ask of me
“Father, what is a man?”
Son, sit and rest
For we have ran far farther then I’d thought we’d run
These years were short, these days were long.
Some say a man can run forever
His legs longer and stronger and his heart, better
But a man that travels without rest
Is a man that misses what he left
The dust on the road where his foot did fall
Stamp out the names of those who loved him
Family, Friends, and Lovers All
The man is lonely in his endless race
Save the echoes of himself that he does chase
He runs in circles, his dreams in the middle
An Awkward band serenades him with fiddle in hand
He forgot where he began
He forgot where to end
But what’s a beginning and end when you’re caught in spin?
He’s not a man son, he’s the wind
And a man that talks to god, well he’s insane
But keep your lips and do refrain
From saying that, my loving kin
For words like that are drenched in sin
But a man that sees and doesn’t complain, son, they call him a tool
And a man that thinks things can change, that one’s a fool
It’s better to be a man that hides
Though allowing fear to overcome your being
Is just another form of suicide
And son they call that man a masochist
He silently will hate the world, a pessimist in falling swirl
A man that thinks he knows every truth
That’s a man that eats his fruit with just one tooth
His bites are small and full of pain
And in his mouth they turn to grain
Of Sand and of salt
But keep in mind, it’s not his fault
He thinks the food to taste divine
As he chugs his urine and calls it wine
A man who stands upon his foes
Raises his sword high, and there he boasts
That his sword here is sharpest of all
And as a bonus, it’s as long as he is tall
But other men will call him down and pointing daggers
Request his crown
For what was claimed a claymore to be
In the face of his peers is small and wee
“Is this all you have?”
They laugh with vigor
“No! Not at all! I swear, it gets bigger!”
The man’s insecure and he’s afraid of himself
As he stares at the statues of real men on his shelf
Though admitting his faults will save him the trouble
He’ll remain inside of his safe little bubble
The man is a coward, the man is a boy
And he’ll swing his sword, though it’s a only toy
A man without love is a man without life
Though a home’s not defined
By where he keeps his wife
The home’s where his heart is
And hearts tend to wander
But always come back as men's hearts will feel guilt
And compassion and wonder
Of what he’s forgotten in the crib that he built
With the wife that he loved and who’s blood that he split
Sons and Daughters give way to his new cloudy days
And shed light on the mess of his mistress and maids
And at night he will cry over his lies and deceit
With nothing left but the child his wife gave to him
Before he took her in rage and defeat
He Cast her away
To the god he will hate for the rest of his days
I feared for this day when you asked me what men are
And what you will be, come this new cycle of stars
For I don’t know the answer
I can’t tell you what I don’t know
Though I think it very plainly shows
I know exactly what men are not
Men aren’t liars, killers, hypocrites or cowards
And those that run along with that lot
Are the men that will sleep and never dream
And friends of mine can attest to that
Ask of someone else, for what I may seem
Is not what I am, a rat who scurries
Always, forever in a hurry
Away from myself
I forgot where it all began
I know not where it ends
Though I’ve looked around this circle as I run and I spin
Things will never change
I will always be wind
Untitled by darkrequiem0
Because I never knew that someone could make me feel like this
You're a light in the darkness, like a will-o'-the-wisp
And although I know it's selfish, for my one last wish
I'd want to hold you a little closer so my light could shine like this
Because if I could share this feeling with anyone
You'd be the one I'd pass it onto, I'd be a shining sun
To you, like you do, a voodoo curse on me
I once thought being in love was worse but now I see
Dream Traverse by Petru
Where am I?
all these tragic things I remember
So many places flashing before my eyes
are they real or not?
Life is a scattered dream
corridor after corridor
And all I see are parts of my life
although i seem to know alot about these memories
So little do i know of myself
memories can eithertrick or guide us
But everything seems so real
yet it seems so mysterious
The answer I will never know
until i awaken from this life