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I understand what you mean, Im sort of in the same bind. hmm, Theres more I'd like to say but I don't feel this is the place. If you'd like to talk about this wavemaster please feel free to NOISEmail me.

No, not too far. You spoke the truth, I just can't accept it at this point in time. My mom means a lot to me. I've hurt her already with all this gender crap I tried to hide from them.

uhh Did I go to far that time? *smacks self upside the head and whispers: I knew it!*

and Elven Listen Silently

There's something silent in the wind
A trick playing upon my thoughts
There's something in the mist that rises
In the trees swaying in the light
Fern brake and shadow bed,
A whisper in the mind
Shadows preying on your dreams
The fae are in the brush it seems

And green
And gold
--the light shines true
Pale sunlight in the boughs
And silence in the snowy owl
And in the wolf that sings

Listen--you might hear it
Soft footfalls in the night,
And fading softness black
Into the warm twilight

The vernal sun behind you.
But not quite spring,
Still quite cold
Fading on the hard ground
Silent Elven listening

And the rock face,
Mossy stone,
Covered with vines as old as earth
The standing stones lay crumbling
Giving a new age rotted birth

Eh, thanks I suppose.

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Ohio: Thanks for having faith in me. Few people actually do. I think the only person who supports me in my journey to become an author is my dad (he thinks it's the coolest thing in the world, especially that I might be meeting Larry Niven), but my mom told me this morning that I "blow" my money on books. It's moments like that that I just want to give up, be a scientist like she wants me to be. Damn, I love those pyroclastic flows, but I just... want to write!

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Wavemster, don't get discouraged so easily. You haven a talent and it's something that you enjoy doing so you should definately go for it! Don't do something just to make someone else happy, you should do it because it's what YOU think is best for YOU. There are lots of times where I want to give up and back out but then I think of why I do it in the first place, and the answer is because It's my own happy place. When I write, it's like entering my own world where no one at all can disturb me and things can actually go my way. I actually have complete control over all thing there. It's my place of sanity and comfort. umm, that was off topic but anyways, Your good and I know that if you just keep believeing then you can as far as you want!! Just promise me that I can atleast get an autograph from you when you make it there!

Waiting: that was a very good poem. I love how you made love seem dark (to me). Very creative.

Ohio: Thanks for having faith in me. Few people actually do. I think the only person who supports me in my journey to become an author is my dad (he thinks it's the coolest thing in the world, especially that I might be meeting Larry Niven), but my mom told me this morning that I "blow" my money on books. It's moments like that that I just want to give up, be a scientist like she wants me to be. Damn, I love those pyroclastic flows, but I just... want to write!

I wrote this for Creative Writing. The first line had to be a Bible verse. I'm not the best poet but this turned out better than any poetry I've ever written before.

The Immortality of Love

"Love is as strong as death."1
Its dark shadow encompasses you,
Choking the breath out of you,
And swallowing you whole.

Love is as miserable as death.
It takes you through a whirlwind of changes,
Leading to despair and suffering
And ending in the eternal rest of your heart.

Love is as tragic as death.
You wake one mourning, stricken with grief,
To find that the deafening silence
Of loneliness, is fatal to bear.

Love is as sorrowful as death.
The depth in your soul that it reaches,
Can feel like a slow, stewing pit
Of sickness and nostalgia.

Love is as grave as death.
It crucifies your heart,
Nailing each entailing emotion to the sleeve,
For everyone to see its severity.

Love is as free as death.
You forget your previous, immature inhibitions
And remember what you wanted to begin with:
For someone to return your excruciating love.


1= Song of Solomon, 8:6

wavemaster, I dont think that anyone commented because it's too deep and it really gets you thinking. I really liked it. I do believe that you can accomplish your goal of having a bestseller. You're really good at this and it's great because as I read this poem it was almost like seeing into you as you wrote it, thats when you know your good! ok sorry for sounding creepy.

http://allpoetry.com/Poem/948979

You know you all love me!
Anyway, that poem is called Charge, and is about the elves.

C'mon. No one's going to comment on my poem? I know not everyone out there is homophobic.

Oh, I know, I think. If I ever have time anymore, I would. Well, I guess I'll have to make time, huh?



Ally

We try our best to win the war
Take back our dignity
We fight the onslaught of ruined troops,
To ensure the future free

We stand as we fall by your fell hands,
In a world where we shouldn't lose,
Yet you don't heed the tormented cries,
You take our life, and fear your ruse

We stand united,
Man-woman-gay-straight
You've hurt our families,
Beaten us down
Do you cry or hate us more,
When there's no one around....

Our hands are linked together now
Someone falls we help them up
Remember
Remember
The day we died?
You raped and murdered us.

Our knees kneel in the same soft mud,
The mud of our life, our blood, our tears,
But we'll never betray the unity spirit,
That's been nigh for all these years

Here we fall,
United
Sound,
A people once again
And all we wanted were companions,
All we wanted were allies or friends


In memory of Brandon Teena, RIP 1993
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Neo-Nazis are getting waaaaay too suspicious of me. They tried to get into the gay-straiht alliance meeting today. Um, no. I would have left. They scare the ****ing **** out of me.

If you want to read anymore of my poetry, go to

TheBleedingSoul

Most of my poetry is there.
-Sunset

Yes, well. It's the truth isn't it? Even though this is one ****ed up site right now, we're all still addicted.

DWM...I like the poem. it's truthful. This place is addicting. Good job.

Thanks DWM. I like yours too.
-Sunset

wavemaster, that was very creative! I loved it!

That's a really sad poem, Sun. I like it.

oh youthNOISE, I've a confession to make,
And my horrible lies I can't possibly take....
See, I have this addiction that's driving me mad,
I've had it for over a year now--that's bad.
oh youthNOISE, depressedwavemaster here,
I know I've come back; it's what we've all feared
I wish I could run from your orange-walled home,
But I just can't seem to get used to this gloam.
oh youthNOISE, it's just not the same without you.
I love your stupid threads, and rationality, too.
I just can't stay away (I'm addicted, it's true....)
If only someone could tell me what to do!