Patronus

[QUOTE=Pandemonium][SIZE=1] Also, I had one question, would a character [I]know[/I] if they were one of the Innocence, themselves, if they never checked for this 'mark' or didn't know anything about it? Yus... off to work now. [/SIZE][/QUOTE] Well, no. They will be able to see the mark, yes. Most likely they will think it is a birthmark of some sort.

[QUOTE=GTK]Did you resize the avatar image? The quality of it seems a bit so, so... like it was resize and became a bit blurry as a result. The text used on the banner seems a bit boring as well... maybe it would be a bit better if it didn't touch the edges of the strip it's in?[/QUOTE] No, I didn't resize it. And do you know how hard it is to make text that small? [QUOTE]Bad:Blurry, Text on Banner is really bad.[/QUOTE] I do believe I asked for constructive criticism.

Mine's really simple, but muy caliente. [U][URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/PatronusLeh/desktop.jpg]Yum.[/URL][/U]

Here's something I worked on for the past half hour. Please criticize contructively. [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=22194&stc=1[/IMG] [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=22195&stc=1[/IMG] I don' t think I'm going to use them just yet, though.

I collect things from drama. I have at least one prop, the playbill, and the script of each play I've been in on my wall. It's going to grow in the next two years.

When I was little, I was playing on my aunt and uncle's pool deck, and somehow I fell into the pool. No one was around except my older cousin who was mowing the lawn. Somehow, either by screaming so loudly or making a commotion with the water, he saw me and dived in (clothes and all). That's my story. I don't remember it, but all of my family sees a special bond between Billy and I --- though there's not, really. I thank him for saving me, though.

[QUOTE=James][color=#811C3A]Oops. In that case, I've made a mistake. My character isn't recruited by a Draconian but instead receives enlightenment from an enchanted tree. lol Hm. Perhaps I can edit it a little to factor that in. :blush: [/color][/QUOTE] Heh. I think Arcadia was supposed to mention that in the private messages she sent to the members. Draconians, and the Innocence themselves, are the only ones who can see their marks. Speaking of Arcadia, where the freak is she...?

Well, the basis of the first post is to introduce your character to the Draconian that recruits them, and that's all, really.

I don't know what else you want... It's in shadow form... it preys on pent up aggrivation, frustration, things like that. I can't give you its origin. When it's inside of someone, they act different --- angry. Nothing physical changes. They eventually kill someone, and then themselves. Or they can kill themselves immediately. I don't think Arcadia knows much about the Nexus, because i've kept it under wraps for the most part. So yeah, come to me with questions about it. This is all you really need to know about the Nexus, Ben.

Everyone, from birth, has the ability to be either good or evil. Their actions determine what they are. And good isn't the hero that always wins and saves the girl --- good is goodwill towards man, that kind of thing. Evil isn't a demon coming at you saying I WILL TAKE YOO 2 PURGATORRY!!!! or whatever. Evil is common hatred towards fellow man, like Bin Laden (sp?).

[QUOTE=Chabichou][COLOR=#004a6f]My younger sister's class was exchanging holiday cards with another class of kids living in Japan. They recently recieved the cards from Japan so she decided to show them to me, to see if I could read some of the japanese writing on the cards. As I was looking over the cards, I noticed something a bit disturbing. One of the cards had a sticker or the the playboy logo, you know, that rabbit. The child who had sent the card had also written "playboy" right under the sticker. I know that pornography was more popular in japan than in the west, but not to this extent! What the hell was a 10 year old kid doing with a [I]playboy[/I] sticker? I'm hoping the kid doesn't know what it means, and just happened to have the sticker and decided to use it because it was just a cute bunny. But still, is it possible that these children are exposed to playboy and other porno magazines at such a young age?[/COLOR][/QUOTE] That's not surprising. Not surprising at all. Here, in Hickville, Ohio (Jackson), there are a lot of teens with Playboy merchandise. The actual magazine included. There are t-shirts (which, inevitably, will be turned inside out before the school day is over), stickers, binders, whatever.

Here are two versions of the same banner. It's nothing complex, just something I thought looked nice. Please let me know what you think. [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=22172&stc=1[/IMG] [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=22173&stc=1[/IMG]

[QUOTE=Kitty][COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1]You have a point. Where'd everyone go? The first "Paranoia" made it one page. The second one, so far, has only made it four or five posts. And I want to know who the key is, too... ;-;[/SIZE][/COLOR][/QUOTE] I'm hoping that the members who haven't posted are working on their posts. But that doesn't mean they are. =_= I have informed the player who is to be the Key. ^_^

I don't know if anyone has experienced this, but in a lot of my posts and more importantly my signature, a lot of unwanted spaces appear out of seemingly no where. When I edit my post and/or signature, it will look different when I preview it then it does in the editor, and the saved result will look different from both. It's very annoying, to say the least. Any information?

[size=2]Here we go, ladies and gentlemen. [/size] [size=2]The members (besides Arcadia and myself) participating in this long-awaited RPG are:[/size] [b][size=2]Vralla Norhangare - Kitty[/size][/b] [b][size=2]Darius Aphosis Khafra - vicky[/size][/b] [b][size=2]Asher Fenix Ulfcur - doukeshi03[/size][/b] [b][size=2]Aetheran Mandrashee - James[/size][/b] [b][size=2]Remerant Emrael - Bio[/size][/b] [b][size=2]Cloud Nymphonus - Reise[/size][/b] [b][size=2]Macros Drairthrak - Ben[/size][/b] [b][size=2]Onyx - StrikeGundam[/size][/b] [b][size=2]Alkai Mezcheth - Methuselah[/size][/b] [b][size=2]Sabylleria - Pandemonium[/size][/b] [size=2]Each memeber will be PMed about the upcoming chapter beforehand. Along with the first post of the chapter will be the title, characters involved, and summary. Not all characters will be involved in every chapter. [/size] [size=2]All of you have committed to this RPG by signing up, and I expect no less then the very best from you.[/size] [color=white] [center][b][size=2]Chapter One: Relevations[/size][/b][/center] [center][size=2][b]Characters: [/b][b]All.[/b][/size][/center] [center][size=2][b]The characters tell their stories in which they are [/b][b]found by a Draconian and are taken to Memoria.[/b] [/size][/center] [i][size=2]And the Elves did not give them what they requested for?[/size][/i] [size=2]I repeated the line to myself as to make sure I had it correct. Errors in my line of job were unacceptable and would tarnish the name of my family line. Which, if you looked close enough, played a small part in most of the records that surrounded me.[/size] [size=2]I am Valandil Elanessë, and I am an Elf. I live in the Rivera Kingdom --- as all Elves do. We like our privacy. Some say we?re stuck up and think of ourselves higher than other races. But that?s just not true most of the time. There was a short time that I lived outside of Rivera, but we will not dwell on the past. [/size] [size=2]The books around me were quite larger. Or quite small, if you considered what was held between the covers. All were leather-bound. They were records. Records of everything on Gaia that was worth keeping track of. It was my job to be the record keeper. It was once the job of my mother and my father, but since they? Well, since they could no longer perform the job, I took over. I aided the Elder Elves and would protect them with my life, if need be. It came with the job.[/size] [size=2]I closed the book after I had finished that section, and relaxed in my seat. Who knew record keeping could be so exhausting? He had started at half day, and all ready, it was past sun set. It was raining, too, which wasn?t unusual; Rivera was tied to the nature of Gaia. One day, it could rain; the next, it could snow; and the next, it could be scorching hot. We Elves were used to it.[/size] [size=2]I stood up and blew out the candle I had been using, then walked outside. The Archives kept the records, and was a huge architectural masterpiece --- its roofs were rounded and studded with diamonds, as to blind any attacker that approached from the air. The walls were a deep blue, the color of the sea Nautica. It was the largest structure in Rivera, and my favorite. [/size] [size=2]I closed and locked the door with an Elvin charm that my parents? parents? parents had used. Then I turned and began to stroll about Rivera.[/size] [size=2]Rivera, in my opinion, was the most beautiful place in Gaia. Yet I had not seen the other major Kingdoms, I could be sure that I was correct in my opinion. Most of the buildings seemed to shine with a cobalt color. Maybe it was because of the location?s tie with Gaia, but no one knew for certain. Even on a stormy night like this, I could see my way about because of the light they gave off.[/size] [size=2]The rain never bothered me, or any of the other Elves. We accepted it because it was there and needed to be. A lot of [i]other [/i]races scowled at it.[/size] [size=2]I shivered as the rain caused a cold chill, and I nodded to a couple I had known for a very long while. From that point on, the street I was traveling on was bare. It was later than I had thought.[/size] [size=2]I didn?t know where I was headed to then, and I don?t know now, but I?m guessing it was no place in particular. It sure led me to a lot.[/size] [size=2]Before I knew it, I was on the edge of Rivera. In front of me was the forest just outside of Rivera where I had not visited for two years. I don?t know what compelled me, but I entered that forest.[/size] [size=2]I don?t know how long I stood there, just outside of Rivera. I had taken only two steps and yet I felt that it had led me on an one hundred year journey. [/size] [size=2]I heard something. Now that I think about it, it was the sound of beating wings. [/size] [size=2]Instead of turning around and running back into Rivera, I ran deeper into the forest. [/size] [size=2]?[i]Lúthien Anwamanë,[/i]? I hissed. The red fabric, Anarion, unraveled from my outstretched arm and wrapped about a tree branch. I jumped off the ground and landed on the branch, crouching, and watching the area below.[/size] [size=2]The sound had, indeed, had come from wings. Large, navy colored wings with aqua colored wings here and there. I snarled at what was standing below me. A Draconian. A being of a race obsessed with fighting.[/size] [size=2]He was going the way I had come, towards Rivera. I had to stop something like [i]that[/i] from going into the Kingdom.[/size] [size=2]?[i]Fingolfin Amandil!?[/i][/size] [size=2]I lowered myself from the tree with the wind, and I blocked the Draconian?s way with a wall of strong wind. [/size] [size=2]He turned. I expected him to yell or protest, but his eyes fell to the marking on my bare chest. It was diamond shaped, and seemed to be a luminescent white. No one else had ever paid it heed. He pointed to it and said, ?You. You are the Innocent that the Witch spoke of.?[/size] [size=2]I gawked at him. ?I?m the [i]what? [/i]Why are you here, you disgusting beast??[/size] [size=2]The Draconian once again did not retaliate. ?I am here to gather the Elvin member of the Innocence. You are Elvin, correct??[/size] [size=2]That was a stupid question, but I answered, ?Yes.? [/size] [size=2]The Innocence? It seemed so familiar?[/size] [size=2]?I am Dranko. I am here to take you to Memoria.?[/size] [size=2]?You? Take me? That?s rubbish!?[/size] [size=2]?I?m sorry, but it is not rubbish.? [/size] [size=2]He began to reach for me. I shot out with my fists, and he raised a sword. Then, there was only darkness?[/size][/color]

This Pokèmon fanfiction is more serious than the show, I think. It doesn't follow the show one bit --- it follows the manga, and only to the ending of the Kanto series. There are always some things I added in that didn't happen in the manga. Oh, and I'm not sure if I'm going to include graphics. The graphics I made were for my first attempt, and that one fell through. So keep hope. [u][center]Pokèmon: The War of the Capture Ball[/center] [center][/u][u]Prologue[/u][/center] [left]The sun had set several hours before. The sky was blanketed with darkness. The moon served as a beacon to any who traveled by night. And in Pallet Town, a storm like no other was brewing in its cauldron.[/left] Harvey watched the starry sky out of his bedroom window. He pointed out all of the constellations to himself; Orion, the Little and Big Dippers, Capricorn. Something about the stars calmed him. He felt perfectly in tune with them. When the night was calm and the stars shined, like tonight, he was calm and content. When the sky was cloudy, he felt a sense of bewilderment and was often unable to concentrate. And when it rained, he was short fused. [i]Tomorrow is the big day, [/i]he thought. [i]Tomorrow, I?ll become a true Pokèmon trainer. I?ll choose Bulbasaur --- no, Charmander --- no --- oh, I?ll choose when I get there. I?ll chose a Pokèmon and finally begin my journey.[/i] There was a rustling under Harvey?s top bunk. Harvey?s seven year old brother, Grant, had woken up. The boy had brown hair, like Harvey, and looked remarkably like him. The only thing between the two boys were their eye colors --- Harvey had hazel, like his father?s, and Grant had green, like his mother?s. Grant climbed the small ladder that allowed access to the top bunk, and situated himself across from Harvey. ?Sorry for waking you up,? Harvey said. ?I wasn?t really asleep, anyways,? Grant lied. ?What?s wrong, Harv? Excited about tomorrow?? Harvey sighed and said, ?Yeah, I guess.? ?You don?t sound too excited to me.? ?It?s nothing. I mean, it?s something. But it?s nothing.? ?I?ve heard you at night, you know.? Harvey gave him a blank stare. ?Lying here, before you fall asleep. You talk to yourself. About how you?d like to right Dad?s wrongs.? Harvey paused. His brother had hit the nail on the head. Well, almost. He wasn?t talking to himself. He was talking to the stars. He believed that ever star was a wish maker, and if someone wanted something bad enough, there was a star to make their wish come true. Harvey hadn?t found his star. ?Yeah, I would like to do that. I mean, look at all the bad things he did, how he used those Pokèmon. Those Pokèmon who weren?t even his. How am I going to become a Pokèmon Champion with someone like that as my father? Even if he is dead, he?s still going to make people look down on me.? Grant made a clicking sound with his tongue, then looked out of Harvey?s window. ?No, I don?t think so. Mom said that Dad was a phony, and anyone who knows we are his kids will see how special we are despite his actions.? He paused for a moment, then looked at Harvey. ?You remember the Pokèball that?s on the mantle above the fire place? The one Mom says is Dad?s last Pokèmon that he never used?? Harvey, not knowing where his brother was going, replied: ?Yeah.? ?If you really want to become better than Dad, take that Pokèmon as your starter and leave tonight.? ?What? Mom would be furious!? ?No she wouldn?t. She knows how upset you are with Dad. We all are. Leave tonight, and tomorrow, I?ll explain to Mom what you wanted. Then she?ll tell Professor Oak and everything will be fine.? Harvey thought about this for a moment. He could do it, he supposed. But what were the consequences? His Mom would be furious. But Grant didn?t think so. And Oak might be disappointed and deactivate his Pokèdex. Could he do that? He did event the thing, so it?d make sense. He scanned the room with his eyes. He spotted his Pokeballs which were attached on the inside of his green jacket. There were a couple Potions, the Shadow Ball TM, a couple Paralyze Heals, and an Antidote, all of which were given to him on his tenth birthday a day before. His Pokèdex was lying on his desk. If he decided to go tonight, he would have everything he needed. And, he thought, it wasn?t such a bad idea. That was the night Harvey left Pallet Town. He knew nothing of the storm that had been brewed that night.

If Arcadia isn't on by eight o'clock tonight, I'll go ahead and release who has made it in the RPG and make the actual thread.

I'd be very willing to join if this ever came into play.

[color=#ffffff][font=Arial][size=2][u]Name[/u]: Patronus/Leh[/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2][u]Age[/u]: 500[/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2][u]Appearance[/u]: [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/PatronusLeh/manga.bmp[/img] (without Pikachu)[/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2][u]Personality[/u]: Leh has an attitude when it comes to those who are less experienced with grammar. He finds it annoying, and sometimes lashes out at n00bs when he's on a fine thread. But he's learned to control it.[/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2]Leh is friends with many members on OB, and is always looking for more. Sometimes he keeps to himself, but when he has something to say, he'll say it.[/size][/font] [left][font=Arial][size=2][u]Biography[/u]: [/size][/font][/left] [center][b][font=Arial][size=2]Leh v.1[/size][/font][/b][/center] [left][font=Arial][size=2]Leh first came to OB known as Tamer_Zach. He was obssessed with Digimon, and that's where he stayed for the most of his time on OB, the Digimon Forum. He wrote many fanfics --- which were never finished --- and became instant friends with GinnyLyn and Shawn.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Arial][size=2]Then his dreams came true, and Tamer_Zach finally got a Digimon of his own! He had been jealous of Ginny and Shawn, as they'd had theirs for quite some time. But now he had his own --- his favorite, Leomon --- and he flaunted it whenever he could.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Arial][size=2]But all good things must come to an end. Tamer_Zach began to slowly inch away from the Digimon fandom, and the Digimon Forum became less active. Slowly, but surely, the relationship between T_Z and Leomon was growing apart...[/size][/font][/left] [center][b][font=Arial][size=2]Leh v.2[/size][/font][/b][/center] [left][font=Arial][size=2]Several months after Tamer_Zach joined OB, he changed his fandom from Digimon to X-men, and in time for X2: X-Men United, he changed his name to Logan. He began to venture out of the Digimon Forum and into the Otaku Lounge, the Arena, and other locations in OB-land.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Arial][size=2]Leomon had become his own Mon apart from Logan, and they hardly saw each other any more. Finally, feeling Leomon's want to go out and explore the Net, Logan let Leomon go. They left each other on good terms.[/size][/font][/left] [center][b][font=Arial][size=2]Leh v.3[/size][/font][/b][/center] [left][font=Arial][size=2]Only a month or two after the transformation into Logan, he became dubbed "Leh" by Ajeh, Jeh, and Zeh. Leh became more popular and a more respected member of OB.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Arial][size=2]And then the infamous evil herder n00bs entered OB. Taylor Hewitt. Because of Taylor's stupidity and nonsense threads, Leh was often engaged in battle with him. The battles got more intense, and eventually got Taylor banned. Leh was almost banned.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Arial][size=2]Then, Leh disappeared for several months from OB. He left as the rugged Logan from X-men. His appearance hadn't changed with his nickname. But when he returned, his image was that of Red from the Pokèmon manga --- and he actually had Pokèmon! Umbreon (Devi), Pidgeotto (Pidge), Golduck (Aqua), Charizard (Rizzo), Jigglypuff (Jigg), and Mew.[/size][/font][/left] [center][b][font=Arial][size=2]Leh v.4 (present)[/size][/font][/b][/center] [left][font=Arial][size=2]Leh disappeared for a couple months again, and when he returned, he decided to go under the name of Patronus, but everyone knows him as Leh still. [/size][/font][/color][/left] [font=Arial][size=2][color=white]Leh's Pokèmon: [/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2][color=#ffffff]Devi- [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/PatronusLeh/197_0_0.png[/img][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2][color=#ffffff]Pidge- [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/PatronusLeh/17_0_0.png[/img][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2][color=#ffffff]Aqua- [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/PatronusLeh/55_0_1.png[/img][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2][color=#ffffff]Rizzo- [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/PatronusLeh/6_0_0.png[/img][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2][color=#ffffff]Jigg- [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/PatronusLeh/39_0_0.png[/img][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial][size=2][color=#ffffff]Mew- [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/PatronusLeh/151_0_0.png[/img][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][b]I think I've done this thread once before, but it's been a while, so I'll do it again.[/b][/font] [b][font=Arial]If you're not all ready (or if you are) pursuing the career of your dreams, what is it?[/font][/b] [b][font=Arial]Me? I have three, actually.[/font][/b] [b][font=Arial]The first one is to be a journalist. I love reporting --- I like letting the world know about things they need to know about. Seeing as 90% of the world is ignorant, I'd help big time (in my opinion). [/font][/b] [b][font=Arial]I'd like to see myself as the editor of New York Times. I know that's a little far fetched, but seriously, it'd be fun. I love New York anyways.[/font][/b] [b][font=Arial]I might move into news broadcast, but that's a last resort in this case. Though I've been on stage, the thought of having thousands of people watching me irks me to no end.[/font][/b] [b][font=Arial]Secondly, I'd like to be a college Journalism teacher. This one is pretty much explained in why I want to be a journalist. My thought here is that if I can reach one person with what I know in my classes, then the world will be one person smarter, and that's better than nothing.[/font][/b] [b][font=Arial]The third and last thing is a profesor de español (Spanish teacher). I love the language and the culture. Both are fun to learn and research.[/font][/b] [b][font=Arial]("growed up" in the title is intentional)[/font][/b]

[quote name='doukeshi03][color=dimgray][size=1]Is this RP going to get started at all? Just curious and that ^_~[/size'][/color][/quote] I'd like to get it started within a day or so, depending on Arcadia's availibility.

[quote name='DuoMaxwell1423']Alright I'm sure all our family has their little qurcks and I'm sure everyone lovew them just the same but I'm home in West Vergina right now and well, my family scares me. My family is loving and caring just like anyother family but well...they can be somewaht frightening at times. Example. What made me start this was the fact taht me and my younger cousin are down in the basement and the next thing we know we hear a large thump and then we hear two things, my grandmother say 'Oh ****." and my uncle henry, "Oh man" so I think that something has happened like every worried granddaughter I send my cousin to see because next thing we hear is "Get some water, Get some water!" I thought something was on fire. My mother had accidently thrown a case of soda at Uncle henry. Not on purpose but either way. Just wondering if some other families are as disfunctional as mine.[/quote] Just because your mom threw a case of soda at your uncle accidentally makes your family dysfunctional? Wow, then my family is from Hell. My mom and grandpa don't talk; my aunt is a liar and a thief; my uncle has/had a mistress. The problems could go on and on.

I advise your girlfriend to get a guy she loves more than you and Bakura.

[QUOTE] Well thought id Show off my little Poetry... They all have a hidden reason... They can be rather Difficult to understand.... I am not used to this... Writing... [b]Angel of Love[/b] [i]I loved with my Heart, Hate I got Back [/i] [i]Darkness Broke through the Light of Love [/i] [i]The Shadows Came, broke the Wings of The Angel [/i] [i]Now Shadows Close upon the Stars so Bright [/i] [i]Desires Breaks Light of Love, Destiny is sad [/i] [i]Upon the Darkness I Walk, no Light to follow [/i] [i]Upon the paths so Dark, I walk and wonder [/i] [i]What fate can hide Beyond the Night [/i] [i]Angel of love Come to me, Free my Soul [/i] [i]I Pray in your name, Oh Holy Angel [/i] [i]Show me the Light of Love once more [/i] [i]Darkness flows like the sea, The light is too weak to break through [/i] [i]Angel of Love hear my prayers, Answer my Calls [/i] [i]Wash away the Darkness and Free my Soul [/i] [i]Night and Day together they were one [/i] [i]Now only Night Remains upon my Heart [/i] [i]Oh, Holy one, Free me from this Darkness [/i] [i]Oh, Angel of Love I beg of you, Free my Soul [/i] [i]Light the Fire upon The Sky so Dark[/i] [/QUOTE][b]Number one thing is that you need to work on punctualization. You have a lot of capitalized words that shouldn't be. This poem has a good theme, but you get repetitive in some places.[/b] [b][QUOTE] [b]Beloved Treasure[/b] [i]Why must I feel hate? why cant I feel love?[/i] [i]Fate has never walked kindly upon my path.[/i] [i]Why must I have this eternal darkness?[/i] [i]Why must I suffer alone like this?[/i] [i]I fear that hatred has replaced love..[/i] [i]My Treasure, My beloved what have I done?[/i] [i]What have I done for you to hate me?[/i] [i]Oh Spirits of Time, why have you chosen me?[/i] [i]I wish to feel again, I want to Love again.[/i] [i]Oh my treasure, Why do you hate me so..[/i] [i]Winter has passed, Summer is brewing..[/i] [i]Yet the cold has not lifted from my heart..[/i] [i]I feel so alone and cold my treasure..[/i] [i]Cold is the day and Colder is the Night.[/i] [i]My Beloved why did you leave me? What did I do ?[/i] [i]I can only ask why, answer I will never get..[/i] [i]I long only for your smile again, only one more time.[/i] [i]Come back to me my Beloved, I feel so Cold..[/i] [/QUOTE]At the beginning of this poem, you say that you yourself are filled with hate, but at the end, you're asking why the person left you. So, logically, or in my thining, [i]you[/i] wouldn't be filled with hate.[/b] [b][QUOTE] [b]Farewell my Love[/b] [i]Farewell my love, I can wait no more.[/i] [i]I have found my answers, I now know why.[/i] [i]Life Goes on, How I wish that my heart did too.[/i] [i]Time flows harsh, It show no Mercy.[/i] [i]The Stars shine so bright, Have I been blind?[/i] [i]The Night is not so dark, It is pretty nice.[/i] [i]Farewell my beloved, I shal miss you.[/i] [i]I bid you Farewell my love, I must go now.[/i] [i]The Stars are calling, They found someone.[/i] [i]The Wind is howling, It knows who needs me.[/i] [i]Farewell my Treasure, I must go on now.[/i] [i]Someone needs me, I must find out who it is.[/i] [i]Fate was cruel, Time has been hard.[/i] [i]Farewell my love, mayhap we meet again.[/i] [i]Light finaly shine upon my path so Dark.[/i] [i]The Circle of Stars has opended, I walk again.[/i] [i]My road has become lighter, the Sun is up.[/i] [i]No more Dark Clouds halt my path, I am Free.[/i] [i]Goodbye my love, I must leave you behind.[/i] [i]Farewell my Love, I must now seek my path.[/i] [/QUOTE][i]Farewell my love, I can wait no more.[/i] Anymore, not "no more." [i]The Night is not so dark, It is pretty nice.[/i] "It is pretty nice" doesn't really go well. Again, you are repetitive. You say that someone needs you more times than is needed, and you say goodbye and farewell too many times. I didn't read the rest of the poems.[/b]

Here's a poem that I have majorly edited from its original version. No real reason to it's creation. Constructive criticism please. [size=4]You walked away broken-hearted You swore you'd never come back Your tears are drowning me And I think it's because I'm a paper cut-out boy And I've given you a paper cut One that you won't soon forget I hope that it stings I had you wrapped around my finger Your ignorance was annoying And I couldn't take it anymore I had to drop you like a bad habit I'm a paper cut-out boy And I've given you a paper cut One that you won't soon forget I hope that it stings [/size]