Mitch

[size=1]Race: Angel Name: Velamat Age: (only required if human) Sex: Male Appearance: Velamat has long, inundated, dilapidated wings which appear in teathers and are barely recognizable as wings. He has a cracked halo upon his head which has almost lost its glow, and oftenly blinks intermittently on and off in sparks of black and yellow. He has an almost kind face which is smooth, but crinkles into an evil appearance whenever he smiles or sneers. He has thin hands, and his body has a very emaciated appearance--through some of his white you can catch glimpses of maggoty ribs, bones, and mallow. Location: The gates of Heaven. Weapons: He has a long sword which is named Gurumbal. That is all. Skills\Powers\Spells: He is able to sway people's minds easily with his crafty, sly, devious nature. His powers are very limited, which will soon be shown why. Short Bio: Going into heaven, he was mistreated as a worshiper and anointer of God. When he tried to assasinate God upon first entering, he was abated of most else of his beatific prowless. Left with no place else but to wander to hell as God told, he has been sent away, a broken angel, from the gates of Heaven.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]bloodlustecstasies[/b][/u] when i reach the creative glory to make a perfection of another life where will be the eternal reflection of the scalpel knife i was born in tissues and in bloodlust ecstasies i was concieved i was breathed and through gaping holes bleed wondering who are you who can so nicely kiss who can so quietly lisp my belly button is a pretty hate machine an umbilical destroyer of everything and al i wanted to be and all i ever will need wondering who are you to tell me what to do and i'm wondering if it's too good to be true the scalpel knife signifies what wounds do to our eyes and how pain can hurt to become life my bellybutton is a pretty hate machine from it all of me was cleaved and through it my brain grew and through it all i know has become all i hate like bleeding unto an upsidedown cross like spinning an empty bottle and like kissing you when nothing's there they continue to tear like bleeding unto a rag doll's hair like spinning on a ferris wheel and like breathing in the thin air of space we pity ourselves in our life and continue to tear when i reach the end and when a leech can suck me dead the scalpel will cut me again and when i can feel my bones decay as i sit inside my grave the maggots will cut me again in bloodlust ecstasies in the place where i festered in bloodlust ecstasies inside of tendencies where i festered born from tendency in the little [i]machina[/i] born from ecstasy in the little [i]machina[/i] where i festered born from sentimentals in the little [i]machina[/i] born from within the credentials in the little [i]machina[/i] where i festered my bellybutton is a pretty hate machine an umbylical destroyer of everything and all i will ever be and all i ever will need and when i reach the end when a leech can suck me dead the scalpel will cut me again [b][u]bleeding brain kiss[/b][/u] oh no the system's down oh no the electrical monsters swooping low onto the pavement streets sweeping up us into outer space we walk like we got shot in the head with a gun with only one bullet that bashed us to be broken it's so easy to hear what they say up there in space about us the satallites beep perdition of artifact antiques too old to have a color and a name too devoid and too grey oh no the system's down oh no the electrical monsters swooping down on our homes and into our beds the boogey man lives even though he's dead the boogey man kills even though he's dead can nver get out of here don't want to dispose this fear to the trashcanman that stalks the night still holding to what's already dead still holding on the boogey man to what's dead we walk like we belong here. Astronomic. our eyes to space. we explode with fear. we walk like we got shot in the head. through the bleeding brain we kiss through the bleeding brain we kiss. can never get out of here. can never get out of here. can never leave without death near. can never get off for fear. the rockets blaze in the sky riding the needless to cry knowing gravity always wins in the end knowing that space is cold like a cold snow but still we want to know but still we want to know want to get out of here want to leave this boogey man but it's too late oh no the system's down oh no the electric monster is swooping down and being smushed like a bug on the ground like a rain drying up all other sounds its too late now.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]Why would you ask this question? You know damn well at least SOMEONE would like any of these bands... they are only THE MOST WELL KNOWN ROCK BANDS IN AMERICA... thats all... but yet you still ask? I'm confused as to why you would post such a useless and retorical question. It's like me asking if anyone has heard of Britney Spears or The Beatles... [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] I don't see you hopping off and making threads about JAPANESE BANDS THAT ARE THE MOST KNOWN AND SUPPOSING PEOPLE SHOULD POST. Gah. At least this person made some thread; it's better than some spammorific touch on "WUTZ UR FVRITE MOVIE OMG LOL WTF!!!111." System of a Down is one of the best bands in a long long time to come out. They have this really abstract style which begs the listener into at least accepting what they are. Their first two albums are utter genius, and their first, self-titled, is the best of these two albums. The second one is really polished--I don't like that as much. I like visceral like System had in their first album. KoRn is good. I only own [i]Untouchables[/i], and this CD alone is pretty good in parts, although most songs sound the same in some effect. I want to buy [i]Follow the Leader[/i] but I've never gotten to it. But I have heard every song from that album, as well as from [i]Issues[/i]. I'm surprised Tony likes [i]Issues[/i] more than any other album. The album's just a little above average in my opinion. But what do I really know, I don't like the band too much anyways. Marilyn Manson is decent from what I have heard. My friend recently gave me about 6 or 10 songs, and I've been listening to them randomly. I believe nearly each song is from [i]The Golden Age of the Grotesque[/i] except for a few. I'm sure I'll end up liking him in some form or another. Static X I haven't heard enough of to really say anything. I remember seeing one of their videos when I was first getting into music...but they seem fun when they get there, and that's about all. Their new album, called [i]Transform[/i] (?) isn't supposed to be too good from the reviews I have read--but I never listen to those anyways. The name Murdedolls rings a very copper-toned, rusted bell. I'm sure my friend has gotten some of their music or something, otherwise, I haven't heard anything of this band. NothingFace I have one song from, which my friend has given me, and I haven't even listened to it. I doubt I would be a big fan. I haven't heard anything of Rob Zombie either. I have heard a tad of Mudvayne, and I find them decent at best. Metallica is probably my most well-known band on this entire list. I own [i]Master of Puppets, ...And Justice for All[/i], and [i]St. Anger[/i]. They are probably one of my favorite bands--mainly just for [i]Master of Puppets[/i], which I love a lot. As a band they must be something for being around as long as they have. I really like how they have such a heavy instrumental style, and a vocalistic way of beating things to the death, most noteably with songs such as "Master of Puppets" where they repeat the same verses over and over again, and beat you and beat you to a bloody pulp. I love that. I also love that they have such long songs, especially on their older albums during the period where they were doing this a lot. Nine Inch Nails is certain to become one of my favorite bands. Tony is going to send me stuff of theirs in the mail, but otherwise, I have only heard about four or five songs of theirs. Each and every one is amazing in its own right.[/size]

[size=1] [i]Some[/i] country music is okay. Mostly I cannot stand it...it's all mostly about the same thing as far as I'm concerned: either religion, love, or something else that ties into the two. And it's always like this. That "Do You Remember" song really pisses me off too. What the hell is that? This guy suddenly assumes all Americans feel that they have forgotten 9/11, and other such crap. That song's lyrics just annoying me for whatever reason. All Country mostly sounds the same to me. That's mainly why I can't stand listening to it...plus I abosolutely hate the lyrics to most all the songs. As I said, it's all about love this, and this and that. It's just annoying. Country signers just take the liberty to write such useless, garbage lyrics in my opinion. Plus the music doesn't have its own sound in my opinion...it just all sounds nearly the same to me; there are exceptions, but really, Country music is my most hated music genre I'd say. [/size]

[size=1] No, I haven't heh. I would like to see them come back together on one hand...but I know by doing this, they wouldn't be as good as they used to be in some fashions--mainly being the John Bonham would no longer be their drummer. I don't know. They're rock Gods, and if they come back...I see it sort of as something which could taint that. Not that I wouldn't love to see them back...but really, what they've made in the past is a lot to live up to today.[/size]

[size=1] boom, bang, clap boom bang, clap boom bang the man is born, wrapped in silverites the clapping of his chains, the boom of the thundering rain, how beautiful he is alive and depraved clap, bang, boom the thunder, the storm, the moon falls over the plastic hearth and sets fire to the plastic earth and haloes have their own concepts of birth but wings love to fly in the skies' eyes like babies' cries wahhing like a bahhing sheep when will man become men and viral, smell his own flesh when will man become men and virant, give into lest[/size]

[size=1] i cant defend i need to pretend some part's of me from you i dont need to defend i dont need to pretend we should go-- youre lookin all right tonight we should go tonight we were walking out of the parking lot talking of nothing about nothing and then you stopped and turned to me telling me that i knew where i was walking and where it would lead me to be and you said to me that i dont know anything but the parts of me i dont need to defend dont need to pretend some part's of me some part's of me the way the light falls on your face when its dark at night is a bullet on a kite the way the light falls on your ears when its dark at night is a bullet on a balloon settling down takes time and eating it all so happily i knew the crime settling down, going into a new town--i wish it wasnt beyond me i dont need to pretend i dont need to defend i know ive spent some time alive[/size]

[size=1] I love them all. I've always loved the way you do art, or comics, or anything. Man, now that I think of it, I haven't talked to you in ages lol. Whatever happened to the comic? I miss it. I really like the second and third ones. I love how you sort of camoflauge the text to just add something to the picture as a whole...and I love the abstractness to everything, especially the third one. It's great.[/size]

[size=1] The flow of it I find the most interesting--that itself was what kept me reading the poem. I'm sure I don't need to model, but here: you fell on your face, there was nothing i could do i told you that i knew it, the knife of a pen was cut into you the bone collector kissed your head, the way the gravestones just stand in aisles it makes me think, how does it end so futile. You get the drift: the use of the comma to seperate buzzes of thought, which in turn ties together the whole poem. It's nice. I myself prefer a more lyrical, song-like poem to regular ones most of the time.[/size]

[size=1] It just sounds like what you said: something that just popped up. This is, in some cases, what a poem is: but you have to let it grow more than those few lines in that one stanza are. So it's shortchanged. And it's only okay. I've said this in three threads already lol, but whatever. My motto: we all write garbage, and all poets start somewhere. Keep writing.[/size]

[size=1] It's okay. It does what it does...and that's all it does. Really, I've read so many poems like the one you've posted that the words don't even hit me anymore. It's just like reading the same drill over and over again. This is where originality should come in, that's the only thing that makes writing poems about the same thing different...and interesting. Just keep writing. Every poet starts somewhere, and we all write garbage.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Inuyasha Fandom [/i] [B]I love these poems! I'll post some of mine in the next day or so. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Double posting isn't allowed. I've deleted this post which I've quoted. I expect to not see it again. I'm sort of thinking of even closing this thread...it isn't doing much. Perhaps sometime I'll write a poem randomly in here and just post it, mm.[/size]

[size=1] It's okay..it is nothing that really catches my attention, nor I'm sure any person that actually finds joy in poetry. But every poet writes garbage, and every poet starts somewhere. Just keep writing.[/size]

[size=1] I haven't heard any other vesion than the Blue Oyster Cult versions, heh. I even bought the album that originally had the song on it, I loved it so much! So yeah...I'm supposing the BOC version is better no matter what heh. I also even enjoy most all of the other tracks on the CD that I bought. They're a decent band.[/size]

[size=1] OMG THIs Is SO ReTERADEd. SeriosusSly HoaqASWA cAN tHIS hAPEn. WTf IS PEOPELS problems THJIS SHOULD WOkssdeRK. omg. hELDP ME!!!!!!!!!! ...People never cease to amaze me with their ways. It should be obvious that this is a little something called SPAM.[/SIZE]

[size=1]Just a poem about nothing in particular... [b][u]moth[/b][/u] my wry hand holds the pencil in my hands hitting chimes of the bells of labor and of life that says my burning stars are bracelets on my hands and cutting my wrists will hurt me more than this my wry little hand indents on this keyboard and chimes a cadence that falls me to my knees in worship of the magic that i believe the tintabulation of a wealthy aggravation and the taking of a bell's situation are in my hands wreathing writing wrenching on my fingers creating love with my kiss in worship of the magic that i believe and cutting my wrists will hurt me more than this nothing will ever matter more than this i will write that is sure as the sand in my eyes like a sandman oh set me free you beauty your cave is in the back of my mind oh set me free i will writhe in pain i will live with chains i will kiss the earth and make you matter like nothing else i will shoot my head i will kiss my bed i will eat your bones and cacophony on your mouth like a moth sucking blood oh set my free kiss me love me like you love you kiss me love me like you love you oh set me free just climbing up the paper ball a hamster in his cage spinning too fast trying to keep up with you and keep up with time just climbing up the paper trail of paper men in their offices typing away all night and day like lovers that kiss to be away oh set me free enter sandman and sleep oh set me free nothing will ever matter more than this i will write as sure as the sand in my eyes like a sandman i will walk around a fool a blindedman with no control i cacophony on your mouth like a moth sucking blood fluttering around drunken with light so white and so painted in the night i swear to you and i eat away your bones giving you an escape from the skull of your eye the bleeding heart that is your life beat on oh set me free the pulse of amicability kissing tendrils of black omnipotentcy oh set me free the heart in my hands the beating blood on the ground my halo has fallen from my head leaving me fluttering drunken with light so white and so painted in the night i swear to you the bleeding heart that is your life i hold it in my hands let it beat all over my arms until i am mad with engorgence and my blood is too gone from where i am left to live on oh set me free i cacophony on your mouth like a moth sucking blood and a mosquito kissing with teeth that have always dug and the dirt is getting thin the moth is getting bony in the wind oh set me free[/size]

[size=1] This stuff is decent, to say the least...yet I'm not in it too much personally. I don't know. It just doesn't work for me. I will admit I haven't really given Matthews, Mayer, or anyone of this variety too much of a go...but I don't know. There's definitely just better stuff out there, and I'm poor lol.[/size]

[size=1] Well, since you haven't asked a question, I might as well. Now, I'd firstly like to say that I don't know much lol. I haven't read the books for a while and all, and it's just such a mesh of all these names and stuff, it's hard to remember it all. But I'll give a Q I suppose. Is this cemented to only LoTR trivia? Bahhumbug. Well, if it isn't, my question shall be: What is Gurthang (My old RPG character name..mm..)? Or, if not, hm... *thinks* Is Saruman killed? If so, explain how. If he isn't, explain if he escaped, or how he wasn't killed. Easy as hell, I'm sure. I couldn't think of much better.. Edit: Well, now you added one lol. I'll just leave my questions up...you can disregard them as far as I'm concerned, or answer them.[/size]

[size=1] I have to say this is one of the few times I have felt envy in the art of poetry...well, e.e.cummings and other such poets already have this coin from me, but yes. I love your poetry..and I mean that lol. You do everything I LOVE in poetry. Rhyming, nice, usefully-tooled words, interesting originality, abstraction, metaphors, similies, all those great things. I'd have to say I love how you used some archaics in the first poem lol. It made it have this humor to it which I find applicable to me heh. Yeah, you're a great poet. I'd love to see how good of a writer you are as well. *eagerly awaits more poems*[/size]

[size=1] Well, at least you have correct punctuation for once. That's great...either you actually used spell check, or you've improve a lot. Who knows. As for criticism...if you don't want it, then why post the poems? Exactly. I am not meaning to be mean when I crticize, but, I am merely trying to guide you as a writer and make you see things you'd not see alone. Such is a growing process, a change: you take in other's opinions and weigh them on yours. As for your poems, I enjoyed the "Black Beauty" one the most. The first and second seemed too optimistic and too self-righteous for my tastes. I am a cynical person, you know...so yeah. But they are very good, considering what else I've seen from you. So yes. I like more dark stuff, I will admit though. But these things...are innocent nothings which are so painted as flowers. Heh. So yes. Keep writing, definitely. You have some talent...and this is just the tip of the iceberg, I'd say.[/size]

[size=1] The poem is good, but suffers from a few mispellings, the incorrect use of the possesive its, which doesn't have an apostrophe s, due to the fact that the contraction it is uses it's, while its doesn't. Also, the poem is really fragmented, lacking of interesting verbs and things of that like, which causes the reader to not fully take in the information. It also flows so quickly that you read it that way, and this ends up the reader beginning to read nearly as soon as he ends. Whether this is intentional or not is a thing to be argued, but it's not a bad thing, but on the other hand is in some cases. But I guess everything has a pro and con when you think about it. So it's decent, but could be better, of course.[/size]

[size=1] It's a pretty good poem. Some of the phrases and such throw it off, such as in the last stanza, "They not need come for my body," it'd sound better and easier to cognizance as, "They needn't come for my body," or something to that extent. Otherwise, I liked how you ended it, with, "I am different." And it began well as well, and flowed very nicely, and was easy to keep into. So yeah. It doesn't have as much imagery as [i]I[/i] like, but that's my personal opinion there. And poetry doesn't have to be like that. Lately I have been trying to get out of the rut where I seem to always rhyme...my teacher mentioned to me that it lessens the impact of something, and I suppose it does. So your choice not to rhyme in most..if not all...of the stanzas is a fine choice by me.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by ssjBrolli [/i] [B]I understand that Mitch and I'm glad that you think it isn't a good poem, but this is my first one. I'm going to make a new one soon that does rhyme. I hope you all will like it. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Hey, great. I mean, as writers, we all start somewhere...I used to be as bad as this, heh. Thanks for understanding...most people would take it as rude. I'll definitely read into your next poem then and help you out.[/size]

[size=1] It was very average...had nothing figurative in it, nothing painted, nothing even meaning anything but weak uses of words that have been used often. To me, for poetry to be joyful and intersting, it has to either be abstract or have some kind of rhytm. This doesn't do this.. I'm not trying to be mean or anything, just truthful.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by GuardianStorm [/i] [B]Damn! I can only think of one! Does that count? Ill post it if tis okay. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Obviously if you don't know the answers [i]don't post[/i]. It's called spam, and it isn't allowed. And you didn't even give the one reason you know...geesh...[/size]