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Post by 7john7 on Apr 29, 2006 19:27:30 GMT -8
... Funny, how you think that your wrath is supposed to be feared Deliverance, as if it was power. The rage and emptiness inside you will not bring your salvation. But then again, you already knew that didn't you? Embrace destruction because it makes the hurting stop. You can't feel your pain any more.
You must feel a lot of pain to seek such things. And for that I feel sorry for you.
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Post by deliverance on Apr 29, 2006 23:13:22 GMT -8
Ha... Haha... Wow. That was entertaining Reaper. No, it really was. First, let me get one thing straight: I need not your pity nor your sorrow. Secondly, you know nothing of me nor my writing. Lastly do not undermine those things in which you know nothing of.
Tell me how you know what will bring about my salvation? Tell me why it is that I am looking for salvation?
You know nothing of what I endure in this span of time we call life, so don't act as if you do.
Just for your information, this last entry of poetry was not written for me or through me to convey any feelings about who I am or how I feel. In fact, it was written on a Role Playing forum by a character of my own. So in the future, before you try and push my buttons, I suggest you get the facts in order.
Be warned: You almost went too far this time.
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Post by Raiku on Apr 30, 2006 12:02:32 GMT -8
Haha...the Great One is right. Best not do these things. Boards like this are not for sassing, they are for comments on the poems themselves, not the one who wrote them.
I hate eggs...
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Post by hamstermuncher on Apr 30, 2006 15:19:35 GMT -8
But eggs taste good. Especially hard-boiled eggs.
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Post by deliverance on Apr 30, 2006 21:26:33 GMT -8
Although I agree with you Hamster, don't post something that doesn't have to do with the topic of the thread, which is my poetry or art in general. Do that somewhere else.
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Post by hamstermuncher on May 1, 2006 13:39:45 GMT -8
*points at Sin* He started it!
(P.S. Okay, I'll stop)
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Post by 7john7 on May 1, 2006 14:12:14 GMT -8
Ha... Haha... Wow. That was entertaining Reaper. *laughs* No, I am more entertained with the fact that you can not send me a pm yourself. And I did not say a whole lot in that post. If you were offended by it... I had some accuracy no doubt. I apologize to the administrators if I have created a conflict. If I have anything to say to Deliverance I will pm him. Likewise, if Deliverance has anything to say to me,[glow=red,2,300] he[/glow]will pm me.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 1, 2006 14:39:16 GMT -8
Okay, that is enough. Grow up all of you. Thank you, Hamster, for keeping the humor going... you always do. ^.^ But I suggest that the rest of you stop right now with the arguing. Boys, if you have a bone to pick, do it somewhere else. I do not want to see any more of this in ANY of the threads on my board. This thread is specifically HD's. If you have a problem, stop reading. And HD, if YOU have a problem, take care of it yourself. I am sick of this. I do not like being rude, and I am extrememly sorry. But remember, as nice as I try to be, I AM one of the creators of this forum, and I want it to stay clean, happy, and not absolutely littered with trash that you scream through posts. You've been warned. Now stop.
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Post by Sorrows on May 2, 2006 13:01:44 GMT -8
All content within this thread, art, poetry or otherwise, just screams you, 'Bro. Even as your closest of kin I don't pretend to know even the slightest of the deeper workings of your being, nor the thoughts and trappings of your soul. I always enjoy seeing what comes out of that abyss you call a mind that contains the knowledge and useless information of the ages in an ever twister nether. I applaude you. ^^
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Post by Zeffa! on May 2, 2006 13:44:06 GMT -8
Yes, but arguments are painfully annoying. Especially when they repeat themselves many times over. As long as people behave, things may continue smoothely.
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Post by deliverance on Sept 28, 2006 15:19:26 GMT -8
Well since I am back, I will say this now: Don't criticize my writing as if you are worth my time. An example has been provided in the previous pages as to what not to do in this topic. My writings are my own and though I accept criticism, I don't accept the kind in the previous posts made by 'John.' That's all for me for right now.
Here's a little writing that I have made to further my character Isaiah, son of Shadow, the Angel of Shadows.
In the shadows of existence, there were beings that decided the fate of everything in the cosmos. These beings were split into many different realms and it was unto each realm, nine of these beings were given the power to govern their realm. The past behind these creatures is too extensive to even begin to recall, but all that needs to be known is that they are simply named “The Council.” The members of The Council have been given equal powers to each other, but to never be matched by any other creature, or so was thought...
In the Chamber of Eternity, there sat nine beings of untold power, discussing amongst themselves. The tongue in which they spoke was too complicated to be understood by even the immortal races. Though, what they were discussing would soon become of little importance. Amidst the quiet murmuring and the enlightening darkness, the doors to the Chamber of Eternity opened with ghostly silence. The door swung open and there was a panicked and terrified angel dressed in a full battle uniform. His sword fell to the floor as a loud clang had hit the floor and rung through out the room. The members of The Council looked over to the guard and awaited a response. One does not simply barge into the Chamber of Eternity without an extremely good reason. When the angel had caught his breath, he walked closer into the chamber.
“We’re under... attack... Foe is... too strong...” the angel said with dry breath. Then the angel fell to the floor and his armor had struck the ground and the sound of metal clashing, rang throughout the chamber. Normally, outside the doors of the chamber, there was much light that shown. Now there was only darkness as the intruder had willed it to be so. Even though his face had not been shown, The Council thought they knew who it was.
“How dare you enter our chambers without previous knowledge.”
“Yes. Why was that angel in need of death?”
“You shall suffer for this.”
Those voices were all silenced by a twist of reality that the intruder made. Then one voice spoke out amongst The Council. “What do you want, Shadow?” A laugh came softly from the darkness, but along the whisper was such intertwined tyranny that it made the air itself grow cold with fear. Slowly the darkness began to dissipate around the hidden figure, starting from the feet up. For the most part, it matched that of the character named Shadow with steel toe boots, black jeans and a reflective chain for a belt. Then there was a black muscle shirt that was shown and a large array of black tattoos going up and down both arms. Finally the face was revealed, showing not Shadow, but a much more youthful and evil version of him. It was his son, Isaiah. The Council, however, did not know that he had a son.
“Who is this young child?”
“I have not seen his face before.”
“He has been hidden from us.”
“What remarkable strength for a child.”
Then Isaiah spoke. “A child I may be when compared to your grace’s, but I assure you, I am no child. If you believe I am, you shall regret it.”
“How did you defeat all of those whom guard this sacred place, without unsheathing your weaponry?”
Isaiah chuckled and smirked. “I have unsheathed a blade with my voice. I do not wield it with my hands, but with my will. Take a look for yourself.” Isaiah turned slightly and backed off from the door way revealing a blood bath. Upon the floors, the walls, even the air itself was drenched in blood. The floor was littered with bodies, and in the center of these bodies was a single creature not much bigger than teenager. In his hand was a katana decorated in silver and diamonds and the blade itself was made of obsidian forged in the flames of Hell. Dressed in a white gown with not one stain of blood, a pair of wings made purely of bones and skulls decorating the wings like necklaces, the thing that made this creature stand out the most was his light blonde hair and white mask. “You may call him Abyss,” Isaiah said as Abyss phased to his side with his sword sheathed and arms to his side, “Though I doubt you’ll be alive long enough to repeat it.”
The Council was intrigued at this young child and his tool. Then a laugh came from one of The Council members and a question soon followed, “You plan to kill us? You’re a foolish young child aren’t you? Do you have any idea as to of who we are?” Isaiah grinned in a sadistic manner.
“Yes, and allow me to illuminate who you are for you,” Isaiah said as he walked over to the table in the darkness. This table was in the shape of a “U” in which Isaiah walked to the center and took a seat upon the left end. “You, are a worthless group of old hags who have no idea as to of what you are doing. A pathetic group of senior citizens that need to be sent to whatever life there is after this one. In short, your time has come to an end.” A few members of The Council began to chuckle and stare upon the bold character that sat before them. Then a member of The Council, who seemed to be, more or less, the leader of The Council, spoke forth.
“As entertaining as it might be to sit here and listen to us be spoken badly of, it is time you died for coming unto us. We don’t take kindly to such insults.” A hand of the council rose up and a power force that was to be reckoned with aimed itself at Isaiah. This made Isaiah chuckle ever so slightly. The power inside the single attack would’ve destroyed a thousand lives if not channeled right, but Isaiah merely sat there. As the power should’ve engulfed Isaiah, he remained unscathed. Then more members of The Council attempted the same technique. Nothing harmed him. This made the members fearful. Who was this being that not even The Council could harm?
“Who are you?” the leader spoke. Isaiah arched his brow slightly and then stood to his feet and coughed slightly to clear his throat just to entertain himself.
“You were correct to guess that I resemble the being you know as Shadow, but I am not nearly as weak as he is or was. I am son of Shadow and Light. Child of Chaos. Sibling to Crystal.” The Council was speechless. “My father was able to hide us from the eyes of you old hags because you knew that only he and God himself could destroy you. Well, add this name to your list: Isaiah Darklight. Slayer of The Council and new ruler of this Realm.” Isaiah then bowed with grace and diligence as he then stood upright and walked back towards the door, keeping his back to The Council. “Now, I grow bored of toying with you expired leaders. Though before you perish, I would like for you to meet some friends of yours that have joined my force. They shall be my hands and eyes upon this new realm.”
At that moment, a dark force that accompanied Isaiah’s own force, began to appear throughout the entire chamber. From the darkness, surrounding the entire table, nine dragons stood behind each council member. The Council members now shook with more fear then before as they all turned and looked to Isaiah.
“How did you know about them?!” the leader shouted.
“Oh. Well that’s quite simple. Ever since I was a young child, my father made me read all of the books of history that were written on the past. I then found where you banished them and released them if they would follow me to power.” Isaiah chuckled. “As you can see, they excepted.”
“dancing daffodills you! You have no idea of what you’ve done! When they’re done with us, they’ll kill you, fool!”
Isaiah sneered and scratched his nails down the marble style walls making the sound of nail scratching a chalkboard. Isaiah turned and narrowed his eyes. A grin of pure tyranny grew upon his face as he gripped his hands into fists and then gave a tainted laugh. “They will do nothing against me for they now that I will crush them if they do. These creatures are not here to kill you; they are to make sure you don’t run. You’re only opponent here is myself, in which I promise you that I will bring unto you a form of death unknown to this realm.”
“Even if what you say is true, we are creatures of neither life nor death; you can not kill us. Our bodies may die but that can be easily replaced. So, how would you go about ‘killing’ us?”
Isaiah’s grin returned to his face as he stood up straight and took a breath. “You’re correct in saying that you are neither dead nor living as many creatures are understood to do in this realm, but it was a technique taught to me by my father, long, long ago. The cosmos is divided up by planes, and the planes have individual realms and those realms have individual systems in themselves, thus going into planets and stars, etcetera, etcetera. However, what are the planes upon? No one really knows, except for your kind, and my father, and now myself. Those planes are upon one single plane that is referred to as the Plane of Existence. Now, if you were, accidentally, pushed off of that plane, what would happen?”
The Council was utterly shocked and terrified that this child had such destructive knowledge.
“Nobody knows? Well, let me put it to you lightly. You would no longer exist. It’s that simple.” Isaiah’s sadistic and tyrannical mentality was showing within his smile. “Now, I’m bored with you and explaining everything to you old hags.” A fire ignited within Isaiah’s very veins as light blue flames flickered within the pupils of his eyes. The darkness within him awoken and flooded him with overwhelming power for The Council to bear. Isaiah then unsheathed his sword and let his power ripple through out the cosmos like a pebble being thrown into the flow of Life itself. As Isaiah began his killing of The Council members, Abyss closed the door to the Chamber of Eternity. Shrieks came from behind the door as each member was removed from their bodies and tortured by pain far beyond the knowledge of mortals or immortals alike.
Then all was silent. As the doors opened to the Chamber of Eternity, blood stained the floor beyond any hope of removing. Isaiah picked up one of The Council members robe and cleaned his blade off. Sheathing his blade, he turned towards the nine dragons. Eight of the nine dragons governed their own races as one of the nine dragons was the leader of all of the banished dragonkin. “Was that satisfactory for you?” Isaiah said as he summoned a cloak to fall upon his body and cover him. The dragons bowed their heads in respect for Isaiah, except the leader.
“Very,” the leader replied and bowed his head before Isaiah and they all laughed. This laugh would’ve made the darkness cower in fear.
“Then, let me welcome you to your new home. Bring your kin and conquer this realm. May you and your children feast upon all that you see, except for Earth. Kill one human, and I will make your kind pay dearly. Now, go.” Isaiah walked further into the chamber as the dragons bowed before him and walked out of the chambers, summoning their kin and feasting upon the fallen angels. All left except for the leader of the dragons. He stayed.
“Forgive my rudeness, but why must we leave Earth alone?”
“You’re not forgiven,” Isaiah said as he stood in front of his new throne, and looked down upon the dragon. By now, he was on the floor in sheer agony. “Don’t question my orders or you will regret it. Though since you have the guts to ask, I shall tell you. Earth is my homeland, and I will deal with them on my own. I will allow you and your kind to enslave the humans in my name, but that is all. They are not to be killed without my permission.” The dragon was no longer in pain, but he stood to his feet and his breath had become quite heavy as he grinned. This dragon was testing Isaiah, and Isaiah knew it; the dragon hated weak leaders.
“Now, go.” Isaiah waved the dragon out with a slow gesture of the hand.
The dragon bowed respectably. “As you wish.”
The dragon left the chamber and Isaiah fell towards the throne but Abyss caught him and gently set him upon the throne. Isaiah was gripping his chest and breathing heavily as well. It took a lot of energy to get rid of The Council, and it showed on Isaiah. “Master, you should rest,” Abyss said as he looked to his master.
“Yes, I shall. Bring me to my room, for I grow weary.” Isaiah was teleported to his room within the Echo Realm, where he now slept.
And so, the dragonkin swept forth through the realm conquering all inhabitable planets and claiming them in the name of Lord Isaiah Darklight. All planets except for Earth that is, as Isaiah would soon go to Earth and continue with his plan. For the time being he regained the strength he would need. There were some irritable creatures upon Earth.
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Post by hamstermuncher on Oct 10, 2006 21:31:53 GMT -8
Cool. This should be an interesting story.
You wanna watch out though. Sometimes you get kinda wordy and it throws off the rhythym of what you're saying.
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Echo
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Post by Echo on Nov 17, 2007 10:01:09 GMT -8
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Post by Echo on Nov 17, 2007 10:04:42 GMT -8
Last Moments by Michael Nash
Houston, we're going down
Close your wings once more Give it all up
Houston, we're going down
Throbbing Nightmares Paint thine soul black Take your medicine Tylenol in yur hand Death in your head Choke it down Down, down, down
Houston, we're going down
SPiraling Tumbling Rolling Down the hill of your dreams Past life Rusty lies Words are cheap Even your with the red ribbon Well decorated Nicely hidden
Houston, we're going down
Full throttle Hold on tightly Grip my heart Lose my mind Diamond in the ruff Your heart in the mine Hold your breath It gets worse All consuming fire
I repeat, we're going down
The reflection of your soul Lidless eyes of Destiny Defend the city! I'm breaking your walls In these final moments Close your eyes And you shall be saved Ignore the truth And be eternally happy It is your ignorance that I desire
There is no hope Houston
I repeat, there is no hope Houston
. . . Houston? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
My Rising Sun by Michael Nash
In the distance I see you there So far away But I can feel The very warmth Of your soft skin Your heart With mine My eyes meet yours And time freezes No sound No movement In that moment I see everything Everything that I love about you Your dark eyes Ever loving and forgiving heart
For some, the sun is setting But for me, the sun is rising Too many tears have been shed Mine have fallen On darkened sand Well no more With every passionate gaze Every moment of laughter Everytime you say "I love you" My sun rises again
Over the horizon There is you Here and yet there I extend a hand Over the planes of the Universe With a mere thought Realityis broken You are in my dreams My eternally blissful dreams
How would one describe A pleasure beyond words? Beyond human comprehension? What you make me feel Is indescribable Undeniable Brighter than the stars in the sky Warmer than the sun As soft as the petal of a rose
Is this love? It has to be It could be nothing else I want to spend eternity with you I give my heart and unending love All to you
<3
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Post by Echo on Nov 17, 2007 10:06:36 GMT -8
Echo of the Fallen Kings
So I stand here On the patio of eternity I look down I look around The void surrounds Me and My house I peer over the edge To look into the abyss There I see the kings The kings that have Fallen before me I stand with a broken crown My eyes bleed for crimson from my soul's gates Rags draped over mine shoulders For a Kings cloak The Robes I wear Provide no warmth My skin only rots to a point A point that I still hold onto life Like my brethren I too will fall though Slowly and in a blaze of unholy glory I am God and ruler of this void The sanctity of my mind
It is my Destiny I will speak for those who were once Gods among men I will be the Echo of the Fallen Kings =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
A song I wrote with really no title. Heavy Metal.
Echo: Death be to those who stand in my way...
Death be to those who stand in my way...
Death be to those who stand in my way...)
Death be to those who stand in my way!
Now I've caught you off guard You can't move and The rope is tight On your knees Your eyes bleeding hatred Your heart bleeding sadness Your soul bleeding life All three at the hand of my knife
I'm tired of standing up Time and time again (Echo: Time and time again) Getting pushed back down by you Always letting my guard down Never looking up Always looking down
On your pale lips you can taste The metal of my justice Your breathing your next life Looking up at me Through the crosshairs of Judgement!
I won't stand for it any more! I didn't do anything to deserve this! You will pay! You will pay for your own sins! Crucify him! (Pounding Nail into wood sound) x3 Now! Death be to those who stand in my way! Death be to those who stand in my way! Death be to you!
The room is dark and banishes the light Dust clouds your vision Or is that regret I see? Pouring from your soul It won't save you! Where were you when I fell?! Beaten, bloody, and death on my front door! My soul was yours!
I won't stand for it any more! I didn't do anything to deserve this! You will pay! You will pay for your own sins! Crucify him! (Pounding Nail into wood sound) x3 Now! Death be to those who stand in my way! Death be to those who stand in my way! Death be to you!
Revenge! I am sending you To whatever God you wish (Faded Voice: Pull the trigger!) You had your chance (Faded Voice {Deeper}: Pull the trigger!) You took my chance (Faded Voice {Deeper}: Pull the trigger!) You took all of our chances! You were the life of me! Now I am the death of you! flamboyant die!
I won't stand for it any more! I didn't do anything to deserve this! You will pay! You will pay for your own sins! Crucify him! (Pounding Nail into wood sound) x3 Now! Death be to those who stand in my way! Death be to those who stand in my way! Death be to you!
Death be... to you.
(Gunshot and echo's of the gunshot)
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