*you open the door to see several large armchairs in front of a crakling fire. a tall man with a rough ageless face gets up from telling a story and greets you* So hey I'm really glad you could make it to my house. I'm kinda in the middle of construction so have fun and looka around. *returns to his seat and tells his story from where he left off*
I own my own store. come have a look!
Some bands that I like-
-This List Will Grow-
(in no particular order and probably spelled rong)
All American Rejects,
Bowling for Soup,
Lemon Demon http://gprime.net/flash.php/ivegotsomefallingtodo,
For the Better,
Story of the Year
you see a lone man walk into town. His long black leather coat is worn from travel. underneath his coat you see a worn sword belt. you can't see any swords on it at first, but when you look harder you see two cross-sheathed short swords on the back. in his hand he carries a staff, bladed on both ends. running up and down the shaft are carvings of dragons. his face has an ageless quality that only can be achieved by years of seeing what no mortal should ever see. the things that mere mortals chose not to see. his purposeful stride makes it clear with no words necessary that this is someone that is shunned from all decent society. his manner hints at a larger burden than those apparent. there is clearly more to him than meets the eye. as you look upon him you feel your eyes sliding away. even as he walks past, your memory of him is fading. he moves as the shadow moves, dark to look upon, cool to the touch, and leaving no trace of himself behind. there is nothing to even tell you that he was there. was it just your imagination? did you really see a man? or was it something else? slightly startled by the sudden loss you are even more surprised to see him walk back the way he came. the way he walks suggests that his journey has been long, with a longer way to go before reaching the journey's end. as he walks away you realize that you have seen someone special. the most blest of mortals, and yet the most cursed. for on his back rides the world. a burden gladly borne. a burden gladly put down. on his chest, over his stained white shirt you see a strange pendant. it looks oddly familiar, yet at the same time it is strange. it seems to radiate its own energy, an energy not seen for a long time. it emits a faint pulsing red light. immediately this marks him as a fire elemental, one of those constructs of nature locked away for many millennia. a guardian of those he deems most worthy. you feel as if you own soul is being searched at every sweep of his deep red eyes. you can feel a presence, radiating energy as he comes close to you. as you feel his energy pouring out, you also feel a draining as if he is taking exactly what he is giving. in an instant you feel more connected to him than any other human being. in another instant he is gone leaving you with another sense, a sense of deepest loss. he walks away from the street, leaving only one thing in his wake, you with a shattered memory of something that should never be seen.<
that is my rp character. cool isnt it? it's still a work in progress. yeah so.... back to...uh...why don't you just...uh...do that thing you do...uh yeah. oh and by the way, go to my wiki its Darkest of Days
. its all about fighting. thats all. so yeah, and stuff.
here is one of my poems that i wrote. it was about 11:00 at night so dont laugh too hard.
I have seen.
I have seen what has been.
I have seen what is to come.
I have seen what others would not see, what others chose not to see.
I watch in silent adoration wondering,
what will be, what can be?
If one would step up to conquer the world,
or lay back to let it pass by.
Would that the world be so benevolent,
alas it sweeps us always onward.
Towards the frightening,
towards the unknown.
Would that the world gave us the right
to our own destiny,
instead of laying out the path of fate.
To give me leave to fight my own daemons.
Instead I have nothing, and nothing is given.
All is given, yet not taken.
All is taken, yet not lost.
All is lost, yet there still is hope.
Hope of a new day, going on to see new things,
hope of a brighter world just beyond the next horizon.
I have seen what is to come.
I have seen what has been.
I have seen.<
ok here's one of my other poems. i wrote it for a class.
Some days I’m a dragon, redandgold.
Not content to let the story unfold
without playing my own special part,
but the performance comes from the heart.
Some days I’m the ocean, greenandblue.
Content to just watch all of you
do everything and sit by myself,
like an unopened book upon the shelf.
And so you see the two of me,
individual yet both the same.
How did it ever come to be,
that these two people share my name?<
heres a poem that begun and ended in total confusion.
I sit here and write about writing, a splendid wonderful thing. ALthough it has no top to ba made out of rubber and no bottom to be made out of springs.
I sit here and write about writing, and wonder why of course. I get many stares, but havent a care. I feel like a different colored horse.
I sit here and write about writing, I feel like i have no point. Ilack tru and thru for something to do, direction's not all that i'm missing.
I sit here and write about writing and wonder if this is the end. Cani find something else in my mind by myself? i'll get lost if i don't bring a friend.
I sit here and write about writing, and still amaze myself. With nonsensical rhymes i pass the time, i twiddle away the whole damn day, just wasting paper and getting more and leaving my ideas there on the floor. And now at the end I would like to say have a wonderful,beautiful, nonsensical day.<
heres another one for you. hope you like.
>he stared in wonder, he stared in awe. He just looked and stared and saw and saw.he wondered what he might be seeing, was it some otherworldly being? Benevolent too, for what could do? Airy and light it gave not a fright or worry or care to you. But of course that's not what it is at all. It seemed more like a large round ball. Bouncy and fun it would play in the sun and never seem to fall. Or something darker if you will, hidden in shadow standing still, shrouded in mask and mask again pretending seeming, but to what end? darker than cave under hill. But allas it was none, not bouncy or fun, nor airy and light,nor dark as the night, for whatever the kind is all in his mind.<
this one's a thinker
it is a question a simple one, but the answer may not be. Delving deep into oneself not caring at all for health for at the answer your brain may be gone, withered away, gone to the better and no longer wanting anything to do with the body of one such as you. You who would torment it so, to drive it to think and strive to know so much about what you think you are and anything else that you want to find out and maybe just happen to be thinking about, just like you are thinking that I'm quite shakey, mabe just even crazy. So here's the question right at the end.
hey if you have an opinion on this poetry go to street corner poet and leave a comment.o_-
Hey guess what! My inner dragon is a ....
In the war between good and evil, a Orange Dragon tends to walk the fine line of Neutrality.
When it comes to the powers of Chaos vs. those of Law and Order, your inner dragon walks a fine line between Law and Chaos.
As far as magical tendancies, a Orange Dragon's nature does not lend itself well to the ways of Magic.
During combat situations, the Orange Dragon shows a preference for the rending and slashing of Hand to Hand combat.
The Orange Dragon makes it's home within active volcanoes. They are immune to all forms of fire from an early age.
Orange dragons are one of the most powerful of dragons. Orange dragons love to hoard treasure and magic items. They also enjoy soaring high over their domains, where they may survey their entire territory and all that takes place therein.
At birth, an orange dragon's scales are a dull orange, and reach a bright orange once the young adult stage is obtained, at which time they also develop dark black ribbings on both the top and bottom wing surfaces.An orange dragon is a fierce opponent and will rarely, if ever, back down or flee from a fight, unless clearly outnumbered. An orange dragon's breath weapon is a gigantic cone of magma.
This Dragons favorite elements are: Molten Lava and Courage
i am a taoist for life.(thats pronounced dow-ist)
want to learn more?