Mitch

[size=1][center][img]http://www.msurman.freeserve.co.uk/www/images/Leaves_Falling_2.jpg[/img] [b][u]The Last Leaf Has Fell[/b][/u] The last leaf has fell When it lands The maggots yell There was a man These are men There was a women These are said Perhaps mankind Whatever's dead Last leaves hold hands As stems Whenever lands These men's man It is said Whatever's dead Alas--the last leaf has fell Perhaps mankind It is said But when it lands The maggots yell For--this leaf has fell And it is said Whatever's dead[/center][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lady Macaiodh [/i] [B][color=darkblue]Actually, I didn't mean any of that. I was just kidding. I thought the "heh" made it clear. Oh, well. [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Good, I'm glad you didn't mean that. Although I do see you are at least more intelligent than some, it's not really right to say that; it isn't anyone's place to say that. Because everyone is intelligent at what they are intelligent at. Sure, there's book smarts, but everyone has one thing at least that they're good at and are able to feel pretty good about themselves for. I'm not going to rant, since I've already had this discussion before, but yes, everyone is in intelligent in a way. Take my Grandpa for instance, he dropped out of high school, was going nowhere in life. Then, his Father forced him into haircutting school. He's been cutting hair every since. I know that's not the main part of the job he likes, though. He likes talking to the people. He's one of those people that, if he were to see you on the street, he would say hi to you, even though you're a stranger. He just has this very intelligent and slow-touching way of talking to people. I could never do that. Just talk to someone on the street.[/color][/size][/font]

[center][img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=389078[/img][/center] [center][size=1][font=rockwell]When Charles posted his second picture, many stray OBers were quite amazed. For there, on the left, stood Mitch. On the right, himself. Charles, having turned 21 somewhat recently, was yelling and slurring about like some communist bastard who's name is not worth mentioning. The hammer brothers were united. An army of one.[/size][/center][/font]

[size=1]"You sure grooved Daaron today, Mitch," they would say. Or, perhaps, out of some pure heart, "You're so gay." I remember their faces too well. There was Jayson, that reclusive fat kid. And just like all other fat kids of his breed, upon hitting puberty, he had "grown." He'd decided to be the self-respective worshipper of himself. Donning a smug grin and an even more explicit weapon: words. Sticks and stones do break bones, and words do hurt you; to the shallow, that is. Then there was the so overly stereotypical jock, who's name I had never caught, nor could I care less. He'd do everything in gym better than everyone else. He was the champ as long as he had his balls, which, of course, were made of nothing less than kryptonite. He was faster than you; he was stronger than you; he was better looking than you. Oh, and, of course, if you were to do one thing wrong on his conditional turf, you were condemned forever, like some Jesus undergoing an inflicted crucifixion. For, of course, his sacrifice was yours. "Don't sit so close to me," the jock would say. "You jerk." Or, perhaps, out of some pure heart, "You dork." For, of course I was a dork, and this was his turf. Made of craters, iron, and jerks like me. Dorks like me. Our gym class was dotted with other minefields, of course. Matt, the handicapped kid. The jock hated him. He'd often, taking his hand for emphasis, say, "This retard's so annoying," as if it were the end of the world itself. Luckily for Matt, he could care less. He was happy, he was Matt. "Hiiiiiiiiiii Jenna," Matt would often yell to his favorite girl in the class, standing over her and clapping like a happy penguin, smiling. "Hi," Jenna would say, kind and concise, a smile too lighting her face. Then there was Denae. She too was different than everyone else. At first I didn't think much of her, but that all changed near the end of that semester of gym, when we were doing dancing. I remember it so well, that time in class when she'd shown me something quite different. Something better than the jock had shown me or Jayson. Or Gym itself had ever ever shown me. It was when we were doing the two-step dance in gym. At the beginning of class, I had put on my FITNESS shirt, as we usually do. I came out and into the gym, everyone else, in some stark and soon understood way, was not wearing their shirts. "Look at Mitch here," Jayson said. "Wearing his fitness shirt." "I thought we had to," was all that I managed, walking away back to the locker room to put back on my clothes. Soon, I was back. I hadn't been back long, when Jayson decidedly pointed to me. "Yeah, Mitch here put on his fitness shirt," he said. I just looked at the ground, ignoring him. I didn't even let his words touch me at all. I was a gargoyle. Devoid of anything but stone. I heard someone's footstep rustling over. "Leave Mitch alone," a familiar voice said. It was Denae. I looked up to see Jayson smirking at her. "And why should I leave him alone?" Jayson said. "Because he's a quality guy." Quality guy? Me? This moment still runs through my mind, sometimes seeming surreal, sometimes seeming too good to be true. But it did happen. What was it that I actually felt from her then? Kindness? No, that isn't the word. There isn't a word for it. And later, Denae surprised me. Again. Our teacher, Mrs. Olson, proudly it seemed, proclaimed that she was going to play "that fishing song," and that it would be the last two-step dance of the class. Needless to say, I was happy that class was almost over. Dancing like this for long periods of time was like being a hamster, strapped to a wheel, and spinning and spinning in a torturous loop. It certainly wasn't good for one's self image. I immediately left the red-haired girl I had been two-stepping with, wandering around in hopes of finding someone to get this thing over with. No one came, and, soon, everyone was clustered and grappled with whom they were going to dance with. I moved to the side of the gym, looking at the ground. Alone. Through the ground's reflective slate, I could see dozens and dozens of human forms, jostling back and forth in unison. To me they seemed like but shadows, nothings. I stood like this for what, to me, was a long time. And then, through the reflection of the floor, I saw a shape coming over. I looked up to find Denae, having left the person she was dancing with, coming over to me. "Would you like to dance?" was all she said. But those aren't even the words for what it means to me. [font=rockwell][b]Very[/b] rough.[/font][/size]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] So what, if I don't believe in God, then I'm going to go to Hell? I've never believed in heaven anyways, hm. As for you point Deus, it is valid, and I guess condemning is going a little too far for a word. Fine. We have a conviction, then. It's still close in par. Exactly what Mnem said. If the bible [i]is[/i] actually the word of God, then there's so many different ways that it can be in one's mind. So I doubt that I'll ever believe in bible for the sole fact that it's written like it is.[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][font=rockwell] I believe the poem you posted is a Shakespeare one, or somewhere near there. It sounds familiar. [i]Again[/i]. Hm.[/font] [b][u]The Dark Side[/b][/u] A scream gaped into a mirror horror renching into inaudible blurrs dark encompassing shouts of indrid distrust a dry desert of apathy blown away in the dust shedding skins of shuddering create dieing promises decomposed of untimely faith drowned emotions wettend with overpowering hate a tsunami of mixed and blended emotions decaying in a deep grave secret gaps of shuddering, torn enslaves blood soaking into a second inbred skin shuffled cards all pooled into one brim sin so deep and grim of spoiled fruits beaten lies forced so suddenly shoved in a hat a slow growing shamed and bittered sour root of unseen torture a curled paper pushed tightly inside my mind an unceasing repercussion of insanity soaked into a damp towel wounds infected hopelessly tearing inside molding with missuse embedded fears shocked in a buttered shell of displace my soul traumatizing abnormally in its very lace torture so deeply netted, vesseled all around my mortal form all these feelings conflict inside of me deep inside my imperfect substance a substance of abuse and continuos reuse I've dug out the dark side of my being my deepest enemy[/size]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Sorry, I'm just really indifferent right now. Perhaps it was. Who cares?[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] *skims Charles's post* Just let me have my opinion, my god people.[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][quote]it?s the Pigman?s sister?s daughter?s cousin?s niece or something[/quote] [font=rockwell]I don't like this sentence, its flow is horrible in comparison with the rest of the story.[/font] [quote] This lady took pity [strike]on us[/strike], and told us[/quote] [font=rockwell]Redundancy; don't know if it was intentional.[/font] [quote]They look sort of [strike]a like[/strike] alike[/quote] [font=rockwell]Just a simple mistake here; nothing too bad.[/font] [quote]It was hard to have a [strike]?back?,[/strike] 'back,'[/quote] [font=rockwell]I don't know if that's right; but that is what I've done with quotation marks, and these are nothing different.[/font] [quote][strike]When[/strike] [strike]t[/strike]The Silent Lady threw a flower on top of the casket. In hindsight, I think I should have thrown one too; the priest wouldn?t be wandering if I should go to the loony bin, if I had. [/quote] [font=rockwell]Just a simple brain fart, heh. That's about all I found. There could be more things; heck, there's always something more that can be done to anything that's written. As for the story: it was okay. I didn't really find I cared about the characters or anything. And, again, as it seems has happened quite often with your writing, it felt so forced; so unreal. I hate that contrived feeling, and, I hate mentioning it, too, but you need to work on that. It didn't flow too well either, well, not for me at least. I found that once I didn't care less about the characters, then I began to zone out. The end though, that was a high point for me. Especially the last sentence. But I found the way it was written to be pretty dull and uninteresting; that, that then led me as a reader to not even want to read this thing altogther. I suppose you were limited on what you could do, or someting. But I think that this could've been a lot better. Especially the characters. Those are my major complaint with this little piece. It just didn't keep me wanting to read since I could care less about what was going on. Oh, and not having read this book or whatever also declined from reading it, too, since I suppose that would've made this piece more as a whole. It was an okay job. Just work on showing the characters stronger, getting some emotion in there; and, also, of course, on making it not feel so contrived.[/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Pretty good. The poem itself is nice and concise most of the time, and that's what I believe makes for some of the better poetry. The words are pretty nice as well, and the poem as a whole has a flow. I'd mess with some of the stanzas, though; tweak them. I do it often right before I post any of my poetry. Shall I give an example? Burning souls [strike]and[/strike] what blades of steel, [strike]that you can't[/strike] cold-mourned to the tip [strike]mourn[/strike] if you can't feel. Maybe now it's time to go, [strike]to go to a place[/strike] to let it go [strike]where[/strike] for it's nothing you will know. Not necessarily better or anything there, just mainly showing that it's good to tinker with poems like this.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] You're wrong, Ginny. [i]Bizarro-Sephiroth[/i] is the [i]first[/i] form of Sephiroth you battle. You're thinking [i]Safer Sephiroth[/i].[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Star Wars has died in my heart upon the making of this damned prequels.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Nifty and stylish; such is your style. I like it, of course.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] [i]Seen[/i] is the key word in that sentence, my dear black newt.[/color][/size][/font]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus [/i] [B] Also I'd like to know TN's logic for putting it in this forum? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Same thing here. Although it is about the magazine publication [i]Playboy[/i], still, we are jumping all over different things; and somewhat, this topic is about porn, and things of that nature in general. But oh well.[/color][/size][/font] [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Deus Ex Machina [/i] That's true.. if just looking at women in that way is wrong then pretty much everyone has done that wrong in their lifetime.. the thing is, as sabretooth said.. the idea isn't to condemn people because of that, but just to acknowledge that we're far from perfect. [/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] So you're saying that the ten commandments were written to show us we're "far from perfect"? So tell me this, isn't that just contradictory? It still condemns you. And people are prejudiced against one another for what the bible says. Heck, just for someone who doesn't believe in God, they get a lot of negativity about it. I know it's like that the other way around, too. But seriously, everyone knows they're far from perfect, unless they're some stuck-up little moron. I don't think what you said actually really means anything. If that's the point of the entire bible, the entire commandments, other than god, then what's the point of it? I don't know. Religion is just so pointless to me, especially of late. Sorry if I offended you or anything, but this stuff has to be said.[/color][/size][/font]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Psyco [/i] [B][i]But what about the 0.01% left...[/i] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] *ahem* I hope you mean .1%.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Merry Independenced Easter. [img]http://whyfiles.org/026fear/images/skull.gif[/img][/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I love it. Especially how twisted it looks. Dark. That's what I like.[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][center][b][u]WIP:XXXXXI[/b][/u] Was a dreary night As I rapped on the door The manager stepped out Let me in to implore Was a dreary place As I walked in Dark except for a few lamps Dreary place indeed "I would like a room," I said, my lips cold and soon I shuffled out my wallet The crisps touching my hand The manager tucked them away His face was snippy I didn't know what to say "You say you need a room To stay?" Indeed I did And so I nodded I took my wallet Once again "You won't be needing that To get in," Said the manager Indeed I wouldn't And so I nodded Put away my wallet Once again "This's on the house My dear Sir Wain Here's your key And please, do stay," Said the manager Handing my key Smiling through His decayed teeth Number fifty-one Read the key's glove "Thank you Indeed I shall be staying For I need sleep," Said I "Right up the stairs To the left You shall find your room," Said he I nodded and so went Fifty-one read the key's glove Left up the stairs and there it was Through the oil lamps Dismal and lit I did see the door Upon it did sit Number fifty-one Dimmering there in the light I did see the door Upon it did sit Number fifty-one Just as the key's glove[/size][/center]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Deus Ex Machina [/i] [B]"You have heard it was said "Do not commit adultery". But now I tell you: anyone who looks at a woman and wants to possess her is guilty of committing adultery with her in his heart" (Matt 5:27-28) [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] If just looking at a women as sexual is wrong, then almost any man has commited adultery in their lives. This is why I don't like the bible; it's too much common sense, and it tells you what's right and wrong. To me that's like society just talking right there, eh. That's why if I do believe in God, it certainly won't be the one in the bible. I swear, the bible's against anything that's seen as wrong. Homosexuality, all of it.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] It's still Weh's, you damned Link fiend. Heh.[/color][/size][/font]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Tasis [/i] [B][size=1]Not element, what the attack looks like, Mitchah![/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] But the attacks look like what they sound like so thus they are actually look like what they sound like..[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Zeh, you're evil. All's I can say is.. Bahamut Zero- Non-Elemental- Terra Flame Choco/ Mog- Non-Elemental- Deathblow/ Fat chocobo *mind starts going blank* ...Evil.[/color][/size][/font]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B][color=#808080]If depressing threads worry you, don't read them. It's as simple as that. And if you're annoyed by depressing threads, counter them with your own positive threads. That's the beauty of OtakuBoards; you have a choice.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [quote]Sure, it's okay to lean on friends when necessary, but creating a forum dedicated to misery really contradicts what this place is about. [/QUOTE] [size=1][font=rockwell][color=black] Smart people told me these things.[/size][/font][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Tasis [/i] [B][SIZE=1]Aww, it's Adam, and Jeh's b-day.... *makes a cake* [/SIZE] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Zeh, you need a life. Whatever happened to FF: Origins? Heh. If you like the text good for you; but I personally, I don't like it. Especially its color. The bright and in your face white is totally not working with the rest of the banner for me.[/color][/size][/font]