Mitch

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray]I like it...it's really simple and funky. As is Calvin and Hobbes, yes. I still cannot get over how you are another Ginny. Hm. Cal and Vin and Hob and Bes-eps[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] That's great. You seriously have a lot of talent. Hair is cool-eps[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][color=gray][b]Character Name:[/b] Aya Brea (Parasite Eve for Playstation) [b]Reason For Choosing Character:[/b] I love Parasite Eve. It is one of my favorite RPGs I have ever played. The game is just a great ride, and I don't know what it is about it, but everything about this game I loved. And once you beat it, then there's even more stuff to be done that I still haven't even done. You have to go to this building with like 60 and more floors. Plus Aya Brea is just very attractive, I love her guns she carries throughout the game, it makes her even more sexy. She's probably my favorite female character [i]ever[/i]. [b]My Knowledge of This Character:[/b] I'd like to say I know her pretty well. I mean, I played through Parasite Eve like almost six times already, and I am again. I just love the game. As for Aya, I'd like to say I know her pretty well perhaps. Her character isn't exactly excellently illustrated or anything, but she's going to be changed by my perception of her anyways. There is a Parasite Eve 2, I hope to play it sometime. But it's definitely not as good as Parasite Eve. That about does it-eps[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=gray][font=century gothic] I believe he is thanking her for his banner..whatever. This comic looks great, very great in fact. It's a manga, but almost all in the same..(don't with take anything I am saying now, I am tired lol) I would love it if you'd post the final. Man go ga-eps[/color][/size][/font] [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by maladjusted [/i] [B]My name is Ginny. Yeah. Okay, thanks everybody! [/B][/QUOTE] [color=gray][size=1][font=century gothic] Oh, I see. Well, there's another Ginny on these boards. She's a great artist too.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray]You seriously need alife..I mean, you live for Sej/ Toast, and you die for Cats? My God, how factious is that? Mmmmmm...toast--eps[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] The whole thing about no arms was great lol. That, as you said on AIM, is going to be his trademark from now on. This comic's great, of course. It leaves me hanging, too. I can't wait for the next comic--perhaps you can introduce more characters? *nudge nudge* Maybe a poet-dude? Anyways, yes, I had to moan a lot for this, so I am happy with myself. Good comic as always![/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] Well, I have not seen the video, nor would I want to. Girl's Not Grey is an okay song, but they have a lot better stuff, even on Sing The Sorrow itself. I took Semjaza's advice, and bought one of AFI's older albums. [i]The Art of Drowning[/i] took awhile to get used to for me, especially some of the songs--but I love "6 to 8," very good song. I'm certain there's other good songs on that record, but to be truthful, I haven't listened to it too much. I listen mostly to classic rock stuff anyways, but I like anything that sounds good to my ears. But yeah, I hate people that say bands are influenced by something they're not--as Tony has pointed out. And I hate people that instantly write a band off after perhaps only buying one CD or perhaps only listening to one or a few other singles..It's not the right way to get to a band. Music changes, and so do bands. Their sounds constantly change and mold and meld. Writing off AFI over just this one CD itself is not right. Seriously, give things a chance. If you like them you'll like them, if you won't you won't. What matters is you actually gave them a chance. I'm certain many of you in this thread have given them a chance, or you do like them. That's good. Just understand that a band does not sound the same on all of their albums--they certainly do to a point, but to me, AFI isn't really branded as "punk" in my head. Especially considering that almost all of the songs--if not all--on Sing The Sorrow are mellow, slow songs. And they also certainly sound different than what I have categorized as punk on [i]The Art of Drowning[/i] too.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1]"I shall have to go," she said to me I did not know--she simply left on a cold night When it was the last of the last: the last light I tried to dig into her skull; tried to know and know her all She simply was a ghost and she seems to not understand at all I told her That's all What I told her doesn't seem to hit her hair Doesn't seem to flitter: just falls as I stare I've tried to see this motive and what's going on there I've talked to her and talked to her until my love is like a skull Until my chest is bare: until those words are so lost So lost that I don't even know what they mean I hated and loved: I fought and cared Sometimes you live: sometimes you're scared To worry too much is not all together fair: This love is like a Phoenix that can't burn It won't die and it sure won't end its turn I've given my whole mind to this crux I've run it over until my head feels like it can no longer cut Missing is the emptiest thing: This sweet bird that's singing to me Faded and cold whatever it feels I can't leave it even though it's gone I can't sleep I can't even think right Everything falls and just goes back to where it was I just want to know the causes and the troubles I can't leave it even though it's gone: My mind's humming lonely for foreveron I just want to know So please; please as I say My lips are loud and I can't speak This voice is snow and steep: Don't leave me; don't leave anyone You knew it was just time to let go? I won't see it my voice is hoarse Don't leave with this remorse Don't leave Don't leave or I'll bleed until I can bleed No more Until I can't breathe No more Don't leave[/size]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] Well, that's pretty impossible. When you give something more to something else to get something different, you will and shall lose something in the process. It's as simple as that. Just think about it awhile, you'll come to your own conclusion from that.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][color=gray] [font=century gothic] In my opinion, not a single thing deserves anything. You don't deserve things, but you have them. It's the same thing with humanity. It's here because it is. Not because it deserves it or not because it needs to be here. So whether there is a deserving or not, it doesn't work in my mind. We're here because of evolution, or God, or whatever your beliefs to that matter are. We're here because we are. This planet is not going to last forever. I don't even think the universe itself will last forever. Nothing needs to deserve something to live. Nothing needs a purpose to be here. It's just here because it is. If we destroy this planet we destroy it. It's something that's going to happen eventually anyways, as much as I hate to say it. Someday we won't all be here anymore, mankind won't be here anymore. How far, I don't know. But it's as simple as taking the instinct for survival and using it. But no, there is no deserving. There is only being. It's the survival of the fittest, the most adaptable and the most survivable. There's no deserving, there's only having. And it seems we are dominating this planet. Not because we deserve it, but because we have the advantage over all and most of the animals here on this earth.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][color=gray] Dying slowly as she holds his hand At the movies--but not there Something like quicksand She won't say a word I've tried and tried to tell her But she's just not here And she's not heard Causes are like nothings Nothings are cold--lonely Sometimes you're afraid to say a thing And that thing--as it hits your head-- Is what would keep the reason Of alive from dead And it's like I'm breathing But this head's moaning as it's dead I tried to tell her--I've said Something's not right it's obvious to see As he breathes and breathes And it falls and leaves All he can say Is love never leaves[/color][/size]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] Well, here's mine. I don't necessarily like the Deftones...But I like this album's cover art. Skulls are awesome.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] Well, I'm not going to say this again, and I hope I do not have to: Double posting is not allowed. I know what it's like Phantom. There's a way around it, though. Simply copy an entire post--the last post you did--then delete it. Then start a new post, and post it all over again. It'll bump up the thread for you, as well as get over double posting. Now, I am really sorry, but I accidently deleted one of the poems. Perhaps you have it saved? I'm really sorry about that. Bleh. -.- It's nice to see you back and doing poetry again.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] Dan, I completely understand your stance--but just listen to mine. I don't have God. Thus, I do not live for God. Thus I do not live in God, near God, or anywhere thus attained. I live because I live. Mostly for those I love.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] I like the gray one a tad better..but then again, I'm not even sure there. They are both great. I love them both.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] I am like a combination of four or five of these lol. [b]The Silent One:[/b] I am this most of the time. When my parents try to talk to me, I simply just don't really say much. I usually am in my room when I'm at home just doing mostly nothing. I've always been quiet at times. [b]The Artist:[/b] I write really often. When I'm on my computer, which is pretty often, I'm usually online, or I'm writing something. Enough said there. [b]The Emotional One:[/b] I'm really moody I guess. My mood goes wherever it goes. I'm silent when I'm bitter. I'm loud when I'm happy. I try to be funny when I want to be happy. I'm depressed often and I'm also quiet when I'm depressed. [b]The Angel/ The Demon:[/b] I'm both of these at once most of the time. Sometimes I just cause trouble. I'm really sarcastic, and my parents don't seem to understand my humor. They usually just get mad at me when I say something sarcastic--I usually say something sarcastic nearly all the time too. I'm a really positive person when I can be. And I do what I'm told when I'm told when I can. But sometimes, especially when I'm depressed, I just won't listen to anyone. Or I will listen to them, but I'll simply be bitter about everything they say. [b][strike]The Athlete:[/strike][/b] [strike][b]The Musician:[/b] I'd like to learn to play guitar.[/strike] [b]The Bookworm:[/b] Although I really haven't been reading too much as of late, I do read when I feel like it. Usually Poe, or some poems or something. I also sometimes just browse OB reading posts. [b]The Rebel:[/b] I'm sort of like this sometimes. But my parents just annoy me, as do all parents to every kid. Almost. My parents really are over-protective of me. They put parental controls on me when I'm online. They have to know what I did at a friends, when I'll be home, what the friend's name is. So on. My Dad's especially critical of me. Everything has to be perfect, and he often tells me that I'm wasting my life away when I could be meeting girls and doing stuff. But that's not me, he doesn't understand. I am not really social unless I know someone enough. Yesterday, in fact, my Dad almost disabled IMing from AOL because he saw me talking to some of my friends right here from OB. But he changed it back. I don't know why or how, but he did. All I know is that I would've been really mad if he'd have done it. [b][strike]The Comedian:[/b] I don't really know if I'm funny. Most people don't understand me even when I'm trying to be humorous.[/strike][/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][b][u]Buried Alive[/b][/u] And God bless you all-- If there is a God And Hades loves you all-- If he will ever leave his cold river Leave it at all When your hands go down And your mind--when your mind Eats your skull Leave it--don't leave it--at all And God bless you all-- If there is a God Because I'm breathing In my lips Until it comes up in moss For God blessed me never at all-- He loves me somehow; I've forgotten how In this stone and tomb--this crack and womb I'm breathing In my lips Until the moss touches So God bless it all In this ground-- Everything I know turns to dirt As the sun turns to ground And the moss comes and comes its way-- Comes down God will bless you all As my skull wails and calls God bless you all-- If he is anything at all But I--I am under here My tomb is dank and cold To be buried--to be alive My entire body weeps As it aches aside I--I have been buried: Buried alive[/size]

[size=1][color=gray] And God bless you all-- If there is a God And Hades loves you all-- If he will ever leave his cold river Leave it at all When your hands go down And your mind--when your mind Eats your skull Leave it--don't leave it--at all And God bless you all-- If there is a God Because I'm breathing In my lips Until it comes up in moss For God blessed me never at all-- He loves me somehow; I've forgotten how In this stone and tomb--this crack and womb I'm breathing In my lips Until the moss touches So God bless it all In this ground-- Everything I know turns to dirt As the sun turns to ground And the moss comes and comes its way-- Comes down God will bless you all As my skull wails and calls God bless you all-- If he is anything at all But I--I am under here My tomb is dank and cold To be buried--to be alive My entire body weeps As it aches aside I--I have been buried: Buried alive[/size][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] Well, Justin, I do not believe in God. Thus he is not everywhere and in everysingle thing for me. Thus you don't need God to live. If you needed God to live--I'm talking about [i]needing[/i], which, is to say, you could not live without it. It's something that's necessary. And believing in God is certainly not necessary. I'm living proof of that right here. I don't believe in God, and I'm alive.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] You have a pretty decent grasp of rhythm. It appears to me that you have talent. I'd love to see you continue and pursue this more.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] I pretty much loathe Haikus. They are too short for my liking, and they just aren't something I'm good with. I suppose if I did take enough time to get used to them and actually give them a shot I could get good. But I much more prefer free form. It's how I've almost always written poetry and it's how I continue to. As for blank verse..it's actually good too. It's just hard for me. I always usually either mess up and make it too long, or I just can't get the words down as right as I would want. But one day I'll get more into blank verse because I do believe it isn't a too bad way to write poetry. The thing is it just doesn't work for me to this point. I can get the words down and sometimes get the length right..but I just don't have enough of it cemented and eased. Especially not as much as just doing free form.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] I say it 'Nemolth,' which is probably wrong somewhere, but to me the 'M' would either make some noise, or be silent. So I choose it to be silent. 'Knee-moth,' eh? That's quite funny. I'll just call him Knee from now on.[/size][/font][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara [/i] [B][SIZE=1] Glory, Mitch--I honestly don't know why you haven't just killed yourself. I wouldn't be able to live without looking forward to what may be next. [/SIZE] [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] [i]That[/i] is where you are not me and I am not you. You see, you need to realize something. I'm certain this is quite obvious, but just think about it. I as well as you [i]do not need[/i] hope to live. I as well as you [i]do not need[/i] God to live. I as well as you [i]do not need[/i] reason to live. Sara, killing myself is not in me at all. I know it's not in you, either. Perhaps it is--but think it over in your mind. If you did decide to kill yourself, to actually go through it, would you actually fall through with it completely. Most likely than anything I don't think you would. The same goes for me. I couldn't even kill myself if I tried. Yes, the thoughts go through my head nearly every single day, but I still drown them out. I couldn't and I won't go through with that. I am not that weak and desperate. Now, realize this: all that [i]need to live[/i] is to be able to breathe. All you need is to be able to breathe into your lungs, oxygenate the blood in your heart, and let it flow all around your body. [i]All you need[/i] to live is to supply your body with energy to keep your heart, liver, spleen, kidneys, and every single other organ in your body to work. That's all you need. You don't need emotion, that's simply tacked onto us and what makes us human. You don't need to have things. You don't need to do anything. All you have to do is continue to breathe and you will live. Perhaps my life is pointless, but you have to tell yourself once in your life, at least once, that at least you are alive. I've realized this since I could think humanly. That is why I am still alive.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray]It is quite funny To say as they will That her heart broke As the sun rose in the east Her shoulder was under her wrist The bones pushing constant on her never remember to exist And as she spoke they all turned in hushed lisp Skully's mind just couldn't forget And she asked him with a voice that hurt even Ms. Velmer To think it hurt even Ms. Velmer is harder as it is Because she was a nice lady--one that was always reserved You will hear Skully's mind redress For Skully's mind just couldn't forget "Why did you do it?" was all that Skully said It spun around the room on wings and angels that were dead The entire room was quiet almost forever until he said The only words that would come to his mind "Because I loved you," was what Calvin said No one even knew what this was all about Not anyone but Skully and Calvin as they stood and shout Skully was now in tears that wouldn't shout But these tears were more powerful than anything Ms. Velmer tried to calm her as she put her arm around Skully And told her it was going to be all right That she didn't need to argue in this classroom This night Skully spoke but her voice wouldn't come All that came was a long sigh and a dead hum So she sat down because she knew that this wasn't the place To cry and talk about what had happened and been done It is quite funny As she lie in bed When she was dreaming this all over again In her head It is quite funny To say as they will That her heart broke As the sun rose in the east[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][font=century gothic][color=gray] I love them. Too bad I have parental controls now... But I'll just force you to post the new ones in here. Heh. Your comics are great. I see there's really a job here for you. Yes. Now become a machine, and make ten a day. :p[/color][/size][/font]