Mitch

[color=red] I moved this to the [i]Suggestions & Feedback[/i] forum. Now, it is either he is forgetting to log off of his name and you both go to the same school, or something is messing up here at OB somehow. But it is highly unlikely that anything is messing up.[/color]

[color=red] I would donate it all to those who need. For a cure for AIDS, for the homeless. I would give it all away. I have no use with that kind of money. And I don't deserve that kind of money, either.[/color]

[color=red] If you're asking [i]how[/i], as to where you get it--you get one either by finding it, or requesting one in the Banner/Avatar Request forum. Other than that what Trent said.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Charles [/i] [B]Hmm, although I'm not James, I feel that I shoul step in and at least try to clear this up. No one said that the deterioration of the thread was your fault, Mitch. The fact of the matter is, we've had a string of threads dedicated to almost [i]exactly[/i] the same subject matter in one form or another. On top of that, these issues seem to creep up in the context of other discussions. Very few of us make life altering decisions, such as completely changing our belief system, in the period of a couple weeks or months. When topics dealing with political or religious issues are rehashed one after another, the answers are rehashed. It's that simple. The members that replied to similar threads in past weeks haven't grown enough intellectually, ethically, or spiritually to hold drastically different viewpoints since the last time they dealt with the same issues. I replied to the thread and didn't close it because bickering wasn't encouraged under the way you structured it. It was obvious though, that by the time the thread was closed, that it was moving towards the direction of useless debate. What is the point in hosting endless bickering that will neither progress nor provoke understanding? This might just be my viewpoint, but I feel that the problem would have become bigger than just putting up with a few members that ignore your initial post and begin a debate. It would have built up. I don't feel that anyone is being punished here. We've had many opportunities to express our beliefs. As James said, one may perform a simple search and find a wealth of material similar to that of this thread. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] I made this thread so I feel it is piece of me and it is obligated toward me in everything fathom. But I know that isn't right. I did not say that the deteration of this thread was my fault, I am just very sick of threads such as these that hold good, liberal conversation just die. I thought I had made it specific enough in my first post that I just wanted what people thought personally of their faith, of what they thought [i]personally[/i] of evolution. Basically, I went into making this thread because I am troubled and moved by trying to find my own level ground and understanding of where I stand. I came into this thread thinking that people would mind other's opinions and would give their reasons of why the believe in God, where they see him in their lives. I went into this thread not wanting discussion of what is right and what is wrong. I just wanted to know how and why people believe in what they belive. I didn't want to know if evolution was just a theory and if it should be seen as it is seen. I wanted this thread to be just about what other's think on a personal level so I could contrast it and try to dig something forth from it. But none of this happened at all. Only in a few posts did I see what I had intended by what I had said. Most just seemed to jump in on this thread just asking to be hit and hit back and forth. I'm really sick of threads dying like this. I thought that I made my instructions in this thread good enough. But I guess I've learned my lesson that the times when there was actually good debate are gone. That the times in the forum where everyone can hold an opinion and keep it even if it isn't educated are gone. Or maybe they never were here. This thread did not turn out at all how I saw it. And I'm mad at myself, James, everyone. I'm just mad that threads like these can't exist. I'm mad. I should've never made this thread I guess. That's where I see it now. Sorry if I'm over-going everything and over-reacting, but I moderate this forum. I live in this forum. I hate to see threads that hold so much good do so much wrong. Everything you said is exactly right, Charles. Let's hope we can all learn something from this.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B][color=#808080] I'm a little bit disappointed that Mitch couldn't find something else to start a thread about, but I do accept the original intent of the thread...that it wasn't a flat out debate situation. I hope that it continues in an appropriate way.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Well James, excuse me for thinking. I was a little hesitant myself to start this thread, but I felt I needed to hear what others think. And don't blame me for the way this thread turned out, I said right in my post that I [i]did not[/i] want this thread to turn out like it has. Gah. Ah well... I will tell you that I don't completely agree with the closing of this thread. I am so sick of a few people ruining an entire thread. I and the other people here shouldn't suffer for someone else's opinions and wrong guesses at something they do not know. But these are your boards, so I do see why you would close this thread. But I and all of the others that contributed positively to this thread [i]don't[/i] deserve to be punished for what a few have said. It isn't fair. Again, though, I see your standpoint. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B][color=#808080]. In addition, I would remind you once again about things like viruses. Viruses are living organisms who evolve over a period of generations -- once again, look at how the AIDS virus adapts to our anti-AIDS drugs with each passing generation. They build up a resistance through a process of evolution; just as human beings and other creatures evolve through each generation. [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] James, viruses are considered [i]non-living[/i]. :p[/color]

[color=red] Very cool Ginneh. I always love your work. You have talent.[/color]

[color=red][size=1][center][url=http://bioweb.cs.earlham.edu/9-12/evolution/HTML/theory.html]Evolution?[/url] [url=http://bible.gospelcom.net/bible?version=KJV&passage=Genesis+1]God?[/url][/size][/center] Who to believe? Who to believe? Which side to pick? Lately I've been thinking a lot to myself. I've been going over if I really do believe in God. I've been going over where I stand. I've been going over how much faith I've ever had, and if there was or is even any. With evolution just brought up awhile ago in Biology, my head has been spinning at different angles. At different things to believe. My faith towards God as I see it has always been dim. There is some. But it isn't much, at least not to me. Believing in God has been and is one of the hardest things for me to accept. As I see it somewhat, I see God as a personification of what humans most want. They [i]want[/i] to be great. They [i]want[/i] to live forever. They [i]want[/i] to be perfect. They [i]want[/i] everything to be explained. They want absolution and to believe life has a reason. God to me somewhat humanity's manifestation of something purely how they wish things would be. Of how good conscience and ways should be rewarded. Of how being a good, nice, giving person will give you something in return other than a feeling of righteousness. But I've put all of that aside, and I've tried to find God, whoever he is. Whatever he is. And I still haven't really. God just doesn't seem logical in my mind. The harder I try to see him the more clouded and far away I am from him. Why would God love humanity as whole if they are just slowly destroying what he so built? Why are we any better than any other animal? Why should we be seen as special and different that everything else? Why? Why doesn't God do anything to stop what is being done to our dear Earth? He has to be feeling [i]something[/i] for what is being destroyed. He has to care. Even he should be mad about it. I know I am. Why would he want us to worship him like we are supposed to as Christians? If he loves us even though we sin and sin, and he loves even those who are his enemies. Why is there church? My God that I've been trying to find would not believe in such worshiping. Religion to me is personal thing?it should stay there, in privacy of worship. I do not deny that there is a possibility that there is a God?but I'm growing farther and farther from the conclusion that there [i]is[/i] a God. That there is a supreme being. How can I believe something when there is so little evidence I've found to prove it? How can I believe in God? And with the advent of me learning more about Evolution, I've lost even more of my faith. But I'm still uncertain where I stand. Both sides are wrong and right at the exact same time. Both [i]could[/i] coexist with one another in one way or another. But I want a definite answer in my mind. I want to be able to not flinch or fall back when someone asks me if I do believe in God or not. I don't think it will be like that for a long time, though. I have a long ways to go before I can stand on one side of the scale and say Evolution and science is right, and there is no God. Or that there's a God, or that they all coexist. It is troubling and hard to try and delve into myself and pick a side. It is hard to believe in something. It is really, really hard. I can tell you I am leaning more towards not believing in God. I've tried and tried to find God in my life, and either I am looking too hard, or he just isn't there. I do not want this thread to turn into a flaming of religions. I do not want this thread to turn into hate and absolute spam about how it is wrong to believe in one thing or another. Believing is a personal and opinionated fashion and statement. Please, if you have nothing better to say then hate, then [i]do not[/i] post in this thread. I want this to be some civil discussion. So I want to know. I want to know your thoughts on God, on Evolution. I want to know where you stand.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by sage [/i] [B] [b]Q: In ff8, which GF possess abilities to increase and decrease level temporarily?[/b] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Easy question. I barely played 8 and I know it, heh. It's Master Tonberry of course. [b]Question:[/b] In FF8, how many times do you fight Seifer? (I know, lame question...)[/color]

[color=red] Very nice. I wouldn't change a thing. I like how it all pieces together into one thing and you can stare at it and stare at it and there's always something new and different you'll see everytime.[/color]

[color=red] This entire war with Iraq is going way too damn far. The line needs to be drawn. I have nothing against the French, and I never will. Just because they go with what they believe with does not a give an American or the President of the United States a just cause to hate them. Utterly rediculous.[/color]

[color=red] I say Kefka. He's manically insane, and that squirrel laugh of his is just spine-tingling. But really, if someone actually took the time to go through FF6, or if they looked more comparison-wise at Sephiroth and Kefka, Kefka would outstand. He's just badass. That's just Kefka. So, it's very close. But I say Kefka. He's the villian from my favorite Final Fantasy...He's just Kefka. Badass.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by sage [/i] [B] Well, my turn anyway! Q: Name the three Statues keeping the balance in FF6. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Finally, another FF6 question. Wheee... [center]Doom, Goddess, Poltergiest[/center] [b]Question:[/b] How many times do you fight Kefka in FF6?[/color]

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[color=red][b][u]Hanging On The Edge Of Something More To Say[/b][/u] Wandering in a desert land The water seeping and the clouds over sand Don't take what's gone and let it go I know the future is dry and what we flow Wandering in a desert land Where the sand is hot and I can't stand Sun beats and beats but the night is cold as ice My hands are numb and I can't feel Cactus prickles the needle's end Over the horizon mirages dream I can walk but can I see The sun is true can the ocean water's sea Wandering in a desert land I try to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Hanging on the edge of something more to say Walk as the toes callous far away across the sandy clay The sand is hot the numbing cold I walk through the night numbing drone Breathe in breath out The Moon stands and mists Desert spins as the cold goes beyond numb Hanging on the edge of something more to say At a higher altitude I climb on a sandy bar Dizzying cold the proverbial breaths Looking beyond the desert land A dreamed of world of miracle and delight Sweet as the wind biting as the night My eyes gaze up the horizon's edge Straying on the road I've been so many times Broken and along the forked dirt bends Breath in breath out The coldness numbs the ice breaths Hypothermic as the waves blow in the sandy bar Hanging on the edge of something more to say My lips are glazed as the altitude is high blown Dust gathers but panning the horizon there's nothing to see My hand is cold and my lips dream I took your hand but the oasis is deadly Hanging on the edge of something more to say The night turns and numb as day Sun cries but the tears stain There's a look over the sky like numb in my eyes Heat is burning numb is returning Blown on the sandy drought breeze My lips are frozen numb as I say Sandy and warm the cold is boned Hanging on the edge of something more to say Wandering in a desert land Coldness numbs as the sun beats the land Don't take what's gone and let it go Over the sun the tears will flow I took your hand from the sand Numb and rectified the paths move on Gazing twistedly palms grasp My lips are droughted in the thirst There's a taste like nothing in the humid air Hanging on the edge of something more to say Walking in this desert land the sandy clay There's thirst numb those breaths are blazed Don't take what's gone and let it go Proverbial breaths in the flow The sand is warm the breeze knows Wandering in this desert land Where numb is warm and coldness stands And over the horizon my lips are cold Hanging on the edge of something more to say Don't forget what the sun gave[/color]

[color=red] Hm. Hard question to answer in a concise matter. All I'll say is I couldn't live without writing. It's everything to me.[/color]

[color=red] I sort of liked it. In parts. It was really really really confusing how you switched perspectives and such. I'm still hazy as to what the entire thing meant. I did not like how overally it ran. It wasn't smooth. It didn't keep me in an extreme iron grip. From the beginning on it seemed like it got slower and slower. I don't know, maybe I need to read it all over again. But it needs to better transition between those two perspectives. Because that was extrememly confusing and it just didn't feel definite or anything. But I think I need to read this all over again and actually get what the story was about. Because I didn't catch much of what exactly it was about. I don't know who all of the other characters you brought into the story are. Anthony and all of those others. Gah, the whole way you presented it was very confusing to me. Sorry, but it definitely isn't one my favorite works of yours. Who knows, I'm just so confused as to what the entire story was about. Other than that, I believe you used too much description in parts which may have also concluded my entire confusing meaning of this entire piece. It seemed to just spasm and go so slowly. I don't know. I'm going to read it again and see if I can more clearly catch the story. [/color]

[color=red] Uh...I already knew all of that. And I know next to nothing about Math. O-o So this thread is rather pointless. So I'm saying please don't make a pointless thread like this again. This is just a warning. This thread will self destruct in one second. Please stand back. [i]Do not[/i] post a pointless thread like this again. If you've got a brain in the head that isn't already been smoked away, then please consider the validity of something before pointlessly posting it. Good day. :)[/color]

[color=red] I do not fully agree with you, Harry. Life will never be fully happy. Life will never be fully just. Life will never be completely a joy ride. Taking away expectations is the worst way to go. Expectations are what give us goals and set ways and paths we can follow in life. Without expectations we would not get anywhere. I'm sure many have already notioned that. Now, I don't even think some people [i]really[/i] want to be happy. Because happiness is an easily controlled emotion in some senses of the word. All it takes to be happy is a good outlook on things. A good optimism. But we all have our ineviable ups, and downs. To tell you the truth I'd rather have it that people don't love life and find it pointless. I'd rather there be pain and suffering in this world. Because all of that does give reason, even as bad as it is, it gives reasons for our existence. That's what we humans are here for. Pain and suffering. Contentment is only a disillusioned lie. Life isn't happy. It isn't. Nor is it meant to be so. Pain and suffering are one of the most powerful points to be drawn here in this life. The worst is the strongest. The worst is the most revolting, the most passionate. One cannot live life and not draw some expectations, some things in the distance. One cannot live life without pain or suffering. It isn't plausible nor is it possible. And just letting life fly by isn't going to do a dogged thing. Because we're all liked and threatend, cold and susceptible. There's no averting life nor its displeasures and tragedies. It is impossible to not feel anything for life. It is impossible to not be passionate about the darker side of life. In all of us there's a darker side, there is. I know. So your argument is logical in some senses, but it is impossible to forever be content with life. Darkness and corruption is built into humanity's ways. We all feed from it one way or another and we all drink from the same cold blood.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter [/i] [B]Actually, I'm just as interested in what you find attractive physically as mentally. So please do tell. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Fine. You forced it on me, heh. I don't necessarily like big breasted women. Nice, small and attracive breasts are fine. I don't see why they ae always such a big deal to guys. I don't even see why women even get implants. It's pointless. It ruins how beautiful they were and most oftenly makes them look quite fake. Now, I'll tell you what I am most attracted by in women. The butt of course. I'm not sure why, but it's just what usually first peer at as I'm, how shall I say this, 'looking', lol. Basically though, the whole entirety of the feminine body is attractive to me. The legs, the stomach--all of it. And I'm sure most guys think as so too. Girls are just beautiful. Heh. I have to say that. Because they are. :) Now, as for the face. Kind of tough there. I like nice and lucious lips. Ones that stick out and just make you want to lick them. But that's what lips are for, so yeah. I believe I do prefer darker hair over blonde. But color really doesn't matter at all. But I like longer hair better. As for eyes, I like round, reflective standing out eyes. Mostly blue or green. Hmm, and I think that's enough for now. [/color]

[color=red] This is actually quite hard, being honest here. I really don't care how the person I finally spark something with really looks. I just want there to be an attraction between the both of us. No matter how dull. Something little. I'm not going to boggle down and be stereotypical and describe the physical traits I'd want. Those do matter, but I don't believe it is necessary to tell them. Someone can be sexually attractive to me, and once I actually see some of them, then it sort of dwindles. Or it can be other way around. I'm not attracted at first, but I get to know them somewhat and find I like them and they are more attractive. But yes, I, as with all, do feel some kind of first, kind of first impression kind of attraction. So what I'd like in my dream girl. That is very hard to just directly answer. There's so many different ways I could say or tell. But as I said, I'd like them to be at least somewhat attractive to me. Whether by getting to know them, or so on. I'd like them to have some liking for writing. And even perhaps write themselves. It would be great to always have another person to read my works before say I publish them. It would allow for another opinion. And vice versa for them if they write. I would like them to be deep. To have a deep feeling like I do towards everything. A sort of quizzical and always questioning way towards everything. A wanting to know not just the basic implications of something, but the entirety. The stuff that isn't meant to be seen. The stuff that muddles and slashes into some different entirety. I would like them to be intelligent. But that is somewhat covered in a liking of reading and writing. Intelligence tends to come so forth from that. But I would like to be able to hold a somewhat intelligent conversation with them. I'd like it if they would like video games and computers. Especially RPGs, my favorite genre. But again, it isn't necessary. As long as they can understand I like doing it and give me the space. Possibly some liking of classical rock music. Just another thing we could click on. And that is about it. I'm not going to laborously give out too many specifics. Because most of them won't be met in the end anyways, so it really doesn't matter. But as Semjaza said, I want there to be a click. I want something to instantly mesh. So there's my contributions to this thread.[/color]

[color=red][size=1] Well, this is pretty rough. But the main story is there. I plan to revise this and the first Sinner, and even possible create a "Futures of Sinner". I also have another idea for a story in my head, along with another I need to finish, too. I think too much, heh.[/size] [b]"Pasts of Sinner"(Rough)[/b] By: Mitchell Smith It was way back then, way before it all. Back when I was of the steady age of fifteen. Back when everything else had been surefire, when everything had been something more. I relive this day and all its moments over and over again in the fiery depths of my damnation. They forever call to me, they forever bind me. They forever are, and forever will. How one moment can define a lifetime; how one moment can define the very outcroppings of the entirety of the future. I know it. I know it too well, I know it too less. My Father drove our run-down old truck, his eyes fixed directly on the road. He was rugged and rough, his face covered in a mish and mash of rough-ended and otherwise whisky curls of dark black facial hair. His eyes were narrow, seemingly focused at only one point at one time. And as I sat there, just staring off into nothingness, the night-ridden world ruffling through my hair, I was happy. As the wind blew through my jet-black hair, I was content as I have ever been. "When will we get there?" I said, my voice so far away in the blackness and utter peace of the night. My Father strayed a look at me as he sipped from his can of Miller Light. "Soon we be there, boy, soon," he said, his voice slightly slurred. "I say 'bout four hours most, boy." He had always had quite a taste for liquor. Quite a taste. It was the main reason I suppose my parents had divorced when I was only three. But his alcoholism was only a part of it all. When he was drunk as drunk can be, he sure wasn't a nice Father to be around. I had learned that lesson over and over again, I had had it beaten into my skin and out the entire other edge of all my other feeling. The bruises and cuts were only a reason for the pain, but the damage inside was far more defining and flinching. The damage inside was what really broke me into pieces. The day-by-day wear down of my sanity's sanity, the strive to survive. It's all beaten into me. I hated him for who he was, and loved him for it all at once. It was quite a strange feeling. It was as if he was two faces intermixed at once, each fighting with one another. Each tearing at another and gnawing away perpetually. The faces, of course, were him sober, and him drunk. Very rarely would he go an hour of consciousness without a beer at hand. It was only as his body passed him out from dying that he would finally stop and rest. His tendency was becoming so high that he'd need more and more each and everyday. There were those times, though, when he'd put off the beer, and then the real him would come out of the shell. And him sober, he was sure a completely different person. He actually loved, he actually cared. Very rarely, though, would he go to such extremes. He would rather drink his life away for all he cared. Because of this, we rarely had enough money but enough to get by. He'd even take my child support from my mother and throw it all into his wreckless drinking binges. Sometimes I almost just ran away, sometimes I wished I could've lived with someone else. But what I was given I lived with as long as I could. I would've killed him if I'd had the chance, I know that as a certainty. And I did kill him. Maybe it was fate that killed him, but maybe it was my desire in part. I will never know. But I do know that the roller-coaster ride was certainly going to spiral into abyssful nothingness at the end one way another. Sometime it would collapse and clash on the steel rails, falling forever and never turning back. And as I stared off into the night and eventually fell into a tired sleep, I never even imagined that the end of the roller coaster's run would be so short lived as it was. I peeked open my eyes. Somewhere far off I heard a familiar voice screech, I felt my body being shook. Awakening, the sun bracing the view from my eyes, I focused on the face blocking and staring at me with blood-shot eyes. I focused on what it was saying. Focused on the blurring noise. "Wake'n up, boy, wake'n up! " the voice said as it shook me intentionally and forcefully. "Wake'n up, we got huntin' to do, boy." "Mmm," I muttered, my eyes adjusting to the sun-lit light. The shaking stopped and I lifted my head, getting my surroundings, getting where I was. Reality rushed back to me as I peered around the interior of the same worn-out truck. I stretched, flailing my arms into the air. "Took you long 'nough, Jice my boy," my Father's familiar voice said, still slurred slightly. "'Bout time you woke'n smelled the sun." He took a sip from another can of Miller Light clasped glazedly in his hand. "We's gonna hunt, Jice my boy." Trying to adjust my blurred, tired eyes, I looked out the frosted window and peered into stank nothingness. The only thing I could see from the blurred, frostedly window was white snow poking and sprinkling intermixed on a dirt-brown ground. I tried harder to see as I peered more intensely out from the frosted window. I could see thin, crisp white flakes falling from a gray and dull cloudy sky. Snow. I rubbed my hand on the frosted window, making a small circle. The glass's sharpness and crystalline clarity shone outwardly through the small circle, and I eyed in, looking outside in the dreary day. As I looked, a rigid and cold touch poked at my shoulder. I turned around, expecting to see my Father staring directly at me. My Father was still sitting reflectively sipping from his steel-tinted can of Miller Light. Slightly frightened, I tried to break the slight tinge of obscurity by breaking the noiseless silence. "So are you about ready to hunt, then?" I said chirpedly and loud, wanting the clatter and clang of my voice to break the thin ice of cold and dank silence. He turned slowly, very slowly, and opened his mouth. "Yesh, Jice my boy, I said we's gonna hunt. We gotta get sumthin' for our worth," he paused and took another swig from his beer, chugging the remaining liquid in the can down. He burped. "Let's go then, we's got lots ta do anyways." I nodded. He then instructed me to take the shotgun shells from underneath his seat and load the two shotguns we had rented fully with ammunition. After slowly and cautiously doing it, we then stepped out into the cold and nipping outside. My door clanged shut mechanically behind me as I closed it with a habitual back push of my hand. I looked up at the sky, my breath flurrying and misting as I did. The cloud cover was all over, not a single speck of blue. All a dull, bland gray. My eyes went over to the familiar noise of my Dad opening a can of beer. Taking one last momentary view of the sky, I walked over to him, my feet crunching and tracking in the snow as I did. He handed me one of the shotguns as he took a sip from his fresh can of Miller Light. I quickly checked to make sure the safety was on on my gun. No, it wasn't. I flicked it on and I followed my Dad as he motioned. He sneakily walked over and knelt down beside some foliage, placing his gun upward on the ground. His breath breathed quickly in and out, the carbon dioxide coming out like the exhaust of a car. His eyes were focused heavily, looking through the patterned and branching leaves of the bush he was centered behind. I knelt beside him, viewing through the tangle of leaves. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was still awake. To make sure it wasn't some mirage. There stood the biggest deer I had ever seen in my life. I gasped as I looked at its powerful legs, its wonder a glamour. I couldn't believe what a beauty it was. We stood there just staring for minutes and minutes, and then my Father made his move. I stood quietly and rapidly up, taking a stray sip of his Miller Light, setting it down. He picked up his gun from the ground. I stood up, too, as we edged slowly closer to the wonderful and utterly breath-inducing doe. Once within distance, my Dad squinted his eye and focused in on the doe's head with the shotgun. His hand swayed and shook as he tried to get his shot just right. The doe was moving quite erratically, making the shot hard to get. I stood up, moving to get a better vantage point. As I stood up, I tripped on something, and began falling. I looked over as I fell. I saw a small silver glint, and I knew exactly what it had been. As I fell, I grasped out at my Dad's leg. He let out a startled yelp and began falling with me. There was a loud and gut-wrenching bang as his hand slipped on the trigger of the shotgun and fired. The gun flew from his hand, landing with a cringe on the snow-covered ground. Once gravity had done its work, my Dad and I recollected ourselves, and I cowered back, sitting stupidly in the corner. He turned and gave me a purely hateful snarl. "Boy, Do you have any idea what'n hell's name you just done? Do you's got any idea? Do you?" he said, his voice full of pure and utter hateful rage. I looked at him, tears watering the sides of my eyes. "I...I'm...sor...ry," was all I managed. The tears began running down my cheeks in smeared, wind-washed waves. My Father pointed behind him, where the doe had been. "You ain't sorry, I sure as hell know that! Just lookit what you done. It gone and scattered!" he gave me another smug grin, and began approaching me. He held out his arm like a steel bat, readying to beat me to hell and back. I moved quickly, and found the gun on the ground where it had fallen. I held it out at him, shaking crazily and half shutting my eyes. I began scooting and crawling slowly away from him, not wanting to be beaten into a bloody pulp. He looked at me, he looked at the butt of the gun, and then he became a blur of motion. "Two can play tha' game, Jice. Two can play," he said as he picked up my gun from the cold, snowy ground. "And ya know I'll shoot. Ya know." I actually didn't believe he would. He aimed slightly away from me, and fired at almost point blank range. I flew back, utterly and wholly scared and startled out of my wits. And as I landed on the cool ground, there was only a small click click. And I remembered. I had left the safety on. Realizing this, I quickly stood up. "What, why the hell di'n't i' fire? Wha' the hell," he said, looking wide-eyed at the gun. His eyes squinted in realization. And I knew my time was thin. It was either him or me, I figured. Running with the last of my wit and rancor, I charged at him in as fast of a pace I could, meaning to butt him with the gun and hopefully knock him unconscious. He looked at me, his blood-shot eyes pulsing and looking. His breath freezing in and out. Everything shook as I ran; everything waddled up and down in loops and twirls. And then the impact. I felt everything yank and twinge at me, pulling me down. Everything was a blur of motion. I saw my dad's hand holding the barrel of the gun, pushing it upwards. I saw everything fly by in a momentary lapse of a few milliseconds. I felt the gun fling out of my hands, and I felt my finger bridge the tip of something. It was cold as snow and warm as blood. My finger ran, and the shotgun's barrel was shocked as the bullets dislodged from safety. Bang. And it was all over just like that. One loud and elongated strikingly heart-felt lunge. One twiddle and pull of the joints and muscles of my finger. Boom. The shot rang out and my ears became dead and numb. I fell. Everything blacked out. Moments flew by, they were nothing to me. A red light. I opened my eyes to see the high afternoon sun zapping down red and warm waves. I rubbed my head, it felt like I had been hit by a car. Recollecting myself, I leaned up in a sitting position. There lay my life. There lay my reasons. There lay it all. I looked at my Father. I looked at what had been him. His face had been blown off, the skull reflected back at me dismally and surreally. The now melted ground was covered with dry blood. The gun lay right beside him quietly on the ground. And I cried tears, but they meant nothing. They were just there. They were there on my cheeks, pelting the sides. They flew into my mouth, salty and bitter. I sat there and cried for hours. I sat there, and I still am. It would be hours before any help would come. And it will be forever until the distinctions and the vividly parallels will ever die. I looked at my Father, and I died that day.[/color]

[color=red] I cannot stand "Gangsta Rap" as it is called here. I can't really stand any rap, it's just not my thing at all. About the only rap artist that I have found I like is Eminem. There's just so much emotion in him and he actually sounds somewhat good to my ears. But there is talent out there in the rap world, rap just isn't my thing. Period. Rock will always be my thing. Period. So no, I cannot stand rap. To me it is a whole bunch of usually ignorant people using the language of the ignorant to splay forth subliminal messages and just pointless dirt and grime. But I do put that aside and look more at the how it sounds to my ears approach. But I can't stand it. It just has no power in it for me. Rock I find to be better. But if you out there reading this do enjoy rap, I say good for you. But it is not my thing I will say right here and now. Given, all music has good points to it. But I cannot stand most rap nor can I like it. But going down to the lower rap, the stuff that isn't as strong. Such past rap groups like Run DMC. Now some of that I've found I like. Especially Aerosmith and them in "Walk This Way" That was something different, and it was done well. Today there's even other groups that are just from things like that. A combination of two genres. Linkin Park for example, rock and rap. And so on. So I can stand the less hardcore and much softer stuff out there. But most of rap I cannot stand.[/color]

[color=red] I'll give 'em a shot and see what they're like. Once I do I'll post what I think of them...[/color]

[color=red][size=1] I really liked how this one turned out. Yet again, this was inspired by music. I recently downloaded "Schism" by Tool to see what Tool sounds like. Now I want more songs, but this one alone inspired this poem. Heck, I was even listening to "Schism" while writing it. You'll notice I used many abstract things, such as mathmatical terms, and some scientfic terms. I thought they really added to the poem. Here you go:[/size] [b][u]The Pieces Fit [/b][/u] Dark dragon you are dark Some may say some may forget But I know you are dark and that is part I've seen you there in the moon shadow Dark dragon you know the pieces fit As you fly over the sky and look at me You know the pieces fit Devil may cry, you dark dragon You know the soil is black Your tears are fallen and aback Devil will cry, his tears are red Devil will cry and you will too The moon only shields And the ground only feels Dark dragon claw the ground Make the soil twirl around and around Devil may cry but why Twirl the soil around and around Bury a hole and make some reasons Because I know the pieces fit Twirl the sand around and around Make a dirt mosaic as the soil moans Make the devil cry and scorn the live Dark dragon you protect me in the sand Riding your thorny backs I feel glad Nobody knows you but me The shadow you cast is nothing seen Dirt twirled and twirled into a white hole Only I see it and you know Because I know the pieces fit Your wings flutter and the tent's flap slips I see you and you know this Devil may cry and the Earth cries Absolution is far and we dive Nebula and nebulous we glean the rives Somewhere far off a star twinkles and ides I know the devil fits He cries and cries in the soiled But I know the pieces fit He can't touch us as we climbed Wet under the dirty stick The Earth moans and is sick But I know the pieces fit On your tail the back is grand Dark as the light side of the moon Dark as the piqued opaque that tides through I ride and ride as the isotonic waves by And I know the devil's lie I know the pieces fit God is you and you are me Some say and some mean But I know the pieces fit As we fly and the celestial mix Dark dragon you are the vacuum White as flashes emphatic as lashes I take your talon and ride The blank and soil twirls and sides Dig me a hole and fill it right The congruency falls and pieces fight Squares tumble and symmetry circles Grains contrast half-lifes insinuate Maybe I was not right I've rode and I've blight The prism isn't as reflect as night Because I know the pieces don't fit And you've taught me that equality unsits Scales are groggy and prick Your talons are filially thick Darkness isn't ratioed stop quick Wings don't fall wonder indicts I know that darkness does fit Because the sky points and you fill in Fillet me equality there's the fish Squares mesh and the net's thick Ocean eaves mars died red Darkness carries and the fish is lead Squares and circles and wreck tangleds Ships buried as the devil rides Skeletons and white holes black Equality and we pick sides Dirt and grime as I ride Maybe the devil cries and may I incline The tri end angle and we entangle I know the pieces fit But I'm unsure so they don't fit Dragon your worms are slit And your hand is grit I know that darkness fits But the pieces fall and moon water is thick Fly and I fall shift But take me and I wonder wreck tidally crude Devil cries the dirt moves Hypotenuse and there the angle is abuse Sin scales inches and feet are tough as nails I know the pieces fit darkness is he don't fore terminal cancer's degree Cosine the equality and pandora's box is thrift and thought Tangent and going the ease equals man's intellect And I know the pieces fit The phoenix ashen and the temple is this Fall and fall dragon and dark as the fit There was a time when the pieces fit And the pieces fit as the angle's ninth degree Celsius negates the temperature is nipped as we fall in the breeze Equations are foiled and simplified as the pieces fractionalize Simplified we fall and fall I know the pieces fit Meiosis is crumbled and we nondisjunction the forty-six Dragon so dark as you are you know why the pieces fit Because you've watched them fall away Fundamentally as the obtuse is angled in our communication Shapes tumble and the reticular endoplasmic macro is gone There was a time that the pieces fit And the shapes didn't micro as they fell to crumbles Dragon I know that age answers someplace this But I don't see as life is transferred Take the book and unravel the pages Endochondralize the pages and make the cartilage bone Make the truth be told as the dragon flames the soil Rediscover communication Because I know the future shows the pieces fit Dark as the dragon man's intervention they will fall away Future clones and endogenic radiational proportions blow I know the pieces fit and mankind is going as the dark dragon sighs But I don't want them to fit and the ashes will sit I watch them fall away The dragon eats and he feeds I won't have this he deserted me Devil cries and soon he will be We watch and we discover The dangers of the pieces fitting is crumbling down Because I know the pieces fit But how is when the devil gets The dragon is dark and the phoenix lights the way And I know the tears will cry As the pieces fit I know the tears will cry As the pieces fall and forge death silent inside I know the pieces fit [/color]

[color=red] Uh, Elite, I really love your works. Mosty for the fact of the blue that seems to always be there. It's very nice, but I do have to admit I liked the other one better. But this is still pretty good work. ^_^[/color]