I'm going to try this ONE MORE TIME!

[BlueSniper]

this is an oficial ARTIST thread. that involves Poems, Songs, Pictures, and anything else you can think of as art.

C'mon, I KNOW YOU ALL ARE SKILLED ARTISTS! and I wanna see youre work, DAMNIT!

[ShakKen]

But I dowanna;)

[Nihilizst]

This is the story of Blue Sniper's thread
"Submit all your poetry, songs, and pictures!" he said
And lo, how he waited, w/o ever going to bed
Alas, alack, now Blue Sniper is dead! :p

[the real pacman]

As the ray cuts the horison,
The glimmer of dew drops on the bare naked branches catch my eye.
Another day has began, another child has been born.

Or has another child died?
Another night fallen?
The glory of light that resides in my heart,
Which hides the shadows the darkness.
But breeds the fear.

Some call it beautiful, glamorous
I call it a tragic loss of the darkness,
Where my soul resides,
Away from the rest,
Alone.

In the shadows, I he awaits you...

[[Delta]ABrotherGrimm]

This is what I am gonna try to woo a woman over with, as I see her every day, yet I cannot tell her about my love


I miss you when you're not here,
but I miss you even more when I can see you,
and not touch you or tell you the words of my heart...

[OpFor]

Tears are coming to my eyes *sniff, sniff*:)

Give me a bit and I'll find something.

[OpFor]

He walked 13 paces exiting the living room, and entering the kitchen, where their where 2 bodies laying on the cream colored tiles, one, about 5 and a half feet long, with brunet hair, more than likely a house wife, while the other, slightly taller, was more than likely the man she was having an affair with. As the dark man walked into the corner, and, brandished his 8 inch blade, he thought to himself, "Never worked for this, it was working for me." Then he he walked out of the room, nonchalantly kicking the supposedly cheating man in the rib, and said, "dirty scum, **** like me is better than yous'. " Then, stuffed the rubber gloves into his pocket, muttering to himself how he was well paid, but not well enough to justify his horrid actions. Life was hard, and their are few opportunities in this god forsaken country, he had no choice.

The hiter glanced to left, and his 6, and gave an impatient look at the man in front of him as he yanked the 9000$ out of the this hand, and walked away.

[BrownyMan]

This is the First Poem I ever wrote for Galadriel, my girl-friend. :)

To Galadriel

Galadriel, the lady fair,

more beautiful than all upon this mortal world,
and for even in the Utopian Kingdoms of the high heavens,
are angels not more gorgeous.
For youÕre eyes are of wondrous pools of azure,
which sparkle like sapphires in even the lowest of light.
And youÕre hair, that of the most angelic hues,
the blonde of a seraphim.
And the sheer radiance of your smile,
that which could melt away all evil,
in even the farthest reaches of this world.

Yet youÕre gentleness is the only thing more grand than youÕre beauty,
for you have a heart of gold, caring, and tenderness.
You are kind in your soul and wiliness of generosity.
And a warmth of heart to surpass all others,
beats closed and kept within your chest.
Nere I again see the unabated kindness within your eyes
Nere I again see such a smile of benevolence and serenity.
And as if graced and touched by an angel,
the bells of your laughter grants even those most sad,
to smile in sheer joviality.

And not only are youÕre body and heart,
things that make you so stately,
for your mind is indeed a great marvel,
in youÕre prevalent knowledge and wisdom.
A lady of true intuition.
For the pure quintessence of conception,
rests upon the endearing shoulders you posses.

Yet as you are, you are honest, funny and dear.

For you are indeed, an angel, that walks among us in this mortal world Jennifer.




Truly Yours,
Erik Browne

[HanD_of_DarKNesS]

Here's a couple of images from a sci-fi epic I've been working on for the past 7 years, entitled "Orion".

This first one is the logo for the story itself. This logo has gone through numerous major and minor revisions and is still considered a WIP.

[HanD_of_DarKNesS]

This next image is one I actually drew in classes during grade 10, when I should've been doing my homework. It's a scene from the first episode of the story, in which a STF (military) unit is sent down to the lair of the high-queen of a parasitic race know as the Ptul. Unbeknownst to that team, not only are the Ptul intelligent, but their queens are super-telepaths which drw off the telepathic energies of their entire colony.

This scene is actually right before everyone in the STF unit is killed. :D

[HanD_of_DarKNesS]

This final image is a 3D rendering of the bridge of the FHC Flagship Orion: the ship at the center of the entire story. The scene (which is completely done in Maxon Cinema 4D XL (http://www.maxon.de/), as is the Orion logo from my first post) has been a WIP (work-in-progress) for the past 2 years, and is actually the second complete revision, after my initial design was lost when my HD died on my old computer.

All objects within this scene are completely modelled by me, including the funky chairs, while the textures are from a variety of sources.

[ShakKen]

My parody of 'Take a look around'.

Mission Unprofitable

All the pirates in the world today, all the CD-writers in the world today,
With the time comes the tech, with the tech comes the cost,
What once was a gain is and now a loss.

Now all the copies wanna cash in.
Just because they been slacking, creativity is lackin.
But for those us producin',
We be slowly losin',
cuz in this crazy system we don't know what the hell we doin'.

Why can't we all just get along?
Why you keep making copies of my song?

My wallet's going thin with things looking pretty grim,
I see people ditch the album and go buy cheaper twin.

So where'd everybody's morals go, remember those peeps? So what my gonna do?

And where'ma gonna live, when I'm sitting down threadbare in a cardboard box
asking you to give.

Limp Biskit's taking the heat,
as sale overheads become harder to meet.

So don't be upset when I'm broke and I'm gone,
Cuz you'ma be da one gonna regret.
(Cuz you'ma be da one gonna regret.)

I know why you wanna fake me.
I know why you wanna fake me.
I know why you wanna fake me.

Cuz fakes, is all this world seems to want lately.

I know why you wanna fake me.
I know why you wanna fake me.
Now I know why you wanna fake me!

Cuz fakes, is all this world seems to want lately!

And now you wanna fake me!

Cuz fakes, is all this world seems to want lately!

And now you wanna fake me!

Cuz fakes, is all this world seems to want lately!

Why don't anyone seem to mind it,
that these cheats sell all my stuff and make a profit?

It's kinda sad you don't know the reason.
Or see it's from me that you really stealin.(Or see it's from me that you really stealin.)

I don't even know what I should do,
Cuz you're conservist, a liberal!
Don't care if it's illegal!

Against my crew this crime will still persist,
Worldwide conspiration that just makes me really pissed.

And you just think it's good clean fun.(it's good clean fun.)
You couldn't care at all 'bout anyone.(care at all 'bout anyone.)

You can take the fake off the shelf if you wan't,
But you can't take the real out of me, no sir.

And now I want my money back(want my money back).
But I'm denied because my lawyer ain't got the knack.

And now there's nothing I can say,
I can tell them to stop, but they'll pirate anyway.

I know why you wanna fake me.
I know why you wanna fake me.
I know why you wanna fake me.

Cuz fakes, is all this world seems to want lately.

I know why you wanna fake me.
I know why you wanna fake me.
Now I know why you wanna fake me!

Cuz fakes, is all this world seems to want lately!

And now you wanna fake me!

Cuz fakes, is all this world seems to want lately!

And now you wanna fake me!

Cuz fakes, is all this world seems to want lately!

Now... I... know... why...
Now... I... know... why...(Now I know why you wanna fake me!),
Now...(Now I know why you wanna fake me!)
I... know...(Now I know why you wanna fake me!)
why...
Now... (Now I know why you wanna fake me!)
I...
know...(Now I know why you wanna fake me!)
why...

Now I know why you wanna fake me!
Now I know why you wanna fake me!
Now I know why you wanna fake me!

Cuz fakes, is all this world seems to want lately!
Fakes, is all this world seems to want lately!
Fakes, is all this world seems to want lately!

[HanD_of_DarKNesS]

Meanwhile, 2 years ago in my OAC (grade 13) Writer's Craft course, I wrote up some 40+ pages of the first episode (in story format), in addition to a slew of short stories documenting major historical events which are key to the "Orion" universe.

----------

The story itself begins in 2597, in a galaxy which has been completely charted, and is devided into empires of species like countries are on Earth. The FHC is the major human empire, but is right in the middle of a bloody civil war which has spanned over a century. Allied with many of the neighboring empires, things seem to be going quite well, as the "FHC Flagship Orion": the first FHC ship designed with wormdrive (the capability to create a sort of temporary wormhole for nearly instantaneous travel across the galaxy) is about to be commissioned. It's first mission: explore the only uncharted area of the galaxy, which is surrounded by myths of evil with it's neighboring empires.

What the FHC and it's alliance (known as the "Galactic Alliance") doesn't realize is that the myths are true, and the human contact is just what is needed to awaken the evil that awaits within.

The story revolves around the multi-species crew of the Orion, and specifically the three commanding officers:
Spacefleet Commanding Admiral Joseph L. Hunte
STF Commanding General Joanne Hunte (Joseph's wife)
Orion Captain William Crisp

As they watch the universe torn apart by the "Darkness", and fight to defeat it.

*NOTE: my above description is very basic, and the story itself is very intricate and involved, and would take several pages for me to adequately describe.

from "Prelude to Nightfall": an "Orion" historical account

Isolated from each other for so long, the Guardians soon came to resemble the early terrestrials they were created to defend against. Meeting each other less and less frequently, each contact that did occur seemed ever closer to conflict, as differences between the interpretation of their mutual laws were pushed farther askew from one another. Tensions rose and hints of war emerged. Cold wars broke out between nearly every clan as they all vied for superiority. What none of them realized, was that waiting in the shadows the end drew near.

What any biologist will readily admit, is that every being exists for a purpose. If their purpose is lost, either a new purpose for existence must be found, or the being will cease to exist at all. The Guardians though, didn't realize this as the collective Wrovaat/Wroklet "Darkness" was facing just such a situation. Eons of protecting ceased to satisfy these killing machines, and they refused to die off. So, taking advantage of the situation between the other clans, the Darkness reverted to what they were created for, and quickly either destroyed or conquered nearly half of the life in the cosmos before the other Guardians even noticed what had happened. The Darkness was conspiring, making allies with races possessing unusual or spectacular powers

Here's the very beginning of the whole story.

from "Orion" Episode 000 (pilot): "Dawn To Dusk"

"Its been a long time", he thought as he walked down the long, dimly-lit hallway. Visions of his last visit to Spacefleet Command, where he begrudgingly accepted command of the FHC Battleship Antares and embarked upon a year-long patrol mission in the territory known as "the Far". Anger and hate coursed through his blood; visions of horrifying battles and long lost crew flashing though his head.

"I'm tired of this war", he uttered under his breath. He could not remember any other time, as for all his life he had lived the war. His father; a Spacefleet high-admiral, and his mother; a commander in the largest weapons corporation, had always been heavily involved in the war. He often remembered spending months on end fearing for his father in battle.

I'll try to get more, but I haven't transferred much of "Dusk To dawn" to my computer from paper as of yet, nor have I transferred any of the other historical accounts.

My ultimate goal with "Orion" is to make it into a successful TV series spanning my entire planned epic of 5 years (hence my participation in a 2-year TV Production course in college). The entire story is outlined on paper and in my head, and I have literally hundreds of designs, skematics, plans, and other written documents which serve as a sort of reference library for this.

I've even got a sequel series which would begin 20 years after the events of "Orion" take place; entitled "Mind Wars", which focuses the drastically changed galaxy of "Orion", as well as the mutation of humanity. I have attached the "Mind Wars" logo.

I am currently working on a site to showcase "Orion" as well as other works of my company: Dark Side productions, but need a host.

[ElectricSheep]

...and a nice leather trenchcoat, but I gotta get some more of that green stuff first!

http://homepage.mac.com/pgierke/sheepskin_bombers.gif

I would like to thank the following for making this image possible:
Carbon, Music, and Circles. Thank God for Circles.

(edited because I'm a dumbass who forgot to post the damn image!)

[GunGirl]

how come all the great ones are taken?? :), but seriously, if a guy ever wrote a poem like that for me i would by in absolute utopia :)

hope the rest of you are taking notes :D

here's one i wrote a while ago

"How"
How amazing it really is that it took me so long to over come the simplicity of all this.
How easy it would have been to say it that night,
the night on your front steps under the starts ever so bright.
How the moonlight showered your face as you looked down at me
and your lips came close to mine,
and your eyes looking so deep into my own as if trying to see my soul.
How it felt that you really could see my soul,
and were able to read every thought floating through my mind at that very moment in time.
How easy it would have been for me to let you kiss me the way your lips pleaded to.
How I wanted them to fulfill their wish and smother me with the love they held.
How it could have been.
How I wanted it to be.
How it wasn't.

[[Delta]ABrotherGrimm]

Here's something else I wrote for the woman I love

There are days, and there are nights,
I hear about the daily plights,
but all the while, I have known,
This love could not have flown,
If I had not told of my love,
You'd of flown, just like a dove.

[ElectricSheep]

Seems poetry is becoming quite popular on this thread. Well, to be honest, I was never really good at writing poetry. I feel much more comfortable with freestyle, and it shows on the rants 'n' stuff portion of my <A HREF="http://homepage.mac.com/pgierke/websketchbook/main.html">homepage</A>. I suppose the following would be the closest to a 'poem' that I could muster...its something that just popped into my head at 4 AM one morning....

...BTW, don't ask where the hell I heard about Potato Mashing, the truth is stranger than fiction....

---

You cry for empty promises and forgotten birthdays,
For friends betrayed and hearts long broken.

You cry for children lost and pets forgotten,
For sisters apart and mothers alone.

But who will cry for you?

You cry for broken swings and neglected gardens,
For crumbled graves and abandoned homes.

You cry for fallen trees and withered lawns,
For stepped-on flowers and creeks run dry.

But who will cry for you?

You cry for seeping rains and stinging hail,
For cutting winds and biting chills.

You cry for broken bridges and empty streets,
For fallen signs and leaning fences.

But who will cry for you?

You cry for needless pain and consuming hate,
For endless hunger and unbearable suffering.

You cry for all of this with a heart so large.

But who will cry for you?

Past the bridges and past the graves,
Past the swigns and past the trees,
Past the children who wait for mom,
Past all these things and further beyond,

I stand alone and very small,
And I watch you and as I do,

I cry. I cry for you.

---

[ShakKen]

Commemorating my Quaking days.

[ElectricSheep]

bump this sumbitch up...

Any forum admins wanna permenantly anchor this baby at the top? There's some good shiate in here....and we need more!

[Chronic]

Did anyone happen to save a copy of my rap to ice from the old forums? lol, INF rap to the Vanilla Ice beat. The beat from that song rules, the lyrics suck, but mine was cool, if I do say so myself :p

[Liquid Night]

You move through the dew-encrusted grass with the silent
grace of honey sliding down glass. Elegant as only predator can be.
Your paws silently kiss the wet earth , no sounds alerting the vigilant
ears that surround you. Ever detail is crisp and vibrant in the dawn sun
, every sound sharp as the edge of a dagger. Your nostrils fill with the
familiar smells of your territory as you stop and sit. Your head swings
back and forth slowly , buning orbs questing as you search. Patient.
A flutter amid the vegetation. You lock on and pour forward
across the earth, silent and deadly as a tsunami. A moment of joy ,
the primeval joy of the hunter as instinct pushes reason aside.
The starling preens its feathers and scans the undergrowth
with jerky movements of its sleek head. The osbidian beads of its eyes
miss nothing. Almost.
Your tail twitches involuntarily and you bound forward. Paws
turn to claws like a handful of flicknives. Prey tries to flee , but you bat
it to the ground and expertly break a wing and a leg. A maimed, broken
thing , it hops and flaps. Your eyes gleam. You wound and tear and
rend , never delivering the fatal blow. Eventually you tire of the game
and your canines meet behind the starling's windpipe.
You do not feed. You are not even hungry.

[Liquid Night]

Beautiful drops of time;
Airborne only momentarily,
Falling,
From the impassive reservoir of the future,
To the cloudy pool of the past.
Enjoy their brief significance.

[Ballistophobia]

Here's a thought-provoking pic. :)

http://ballistophobia.homestead.com/files/Misc/peace_humanoid__1024x768.jpg

[funkstylz]

Do not steal my work!!!11

[Beagle_One]

another thought-provoking pic

[Dank]

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change.

The power to change the things I can,

And the wisdom to know the difference.

--------

I think thats gonna be part of my signature from now on...... :D

[St0rmcaller]

and never been completed. Never even had the inclination to proof it. Bonus points to the geek that guesses the character's origin.

"You ask me how I got here, eh? I'll tell you how many died, because of my failure, and that is how I got here."

Justicar Argus Lorngwaith


Darkness blinded him, for he could not see. Silence laughed at him, because he was deaf. Pain filled him, because he was numb. And he cried, for days, not knowing why, merely feeling overwhelming guilt. And when he stopped, he could not remember why.
He awoke in a forest, only with a vague feeling of utter despair. It was perhaps noon, with warming sun's rays piercing the heavy green foliage from above. Instinctively, he checked his equipment, finding that everything he knew now strange and unfamiliar. A strange fur cloak hung about his broad shoulders. It was singed, and ripped beyond usefulness so he threw the trash to the ground. A leather satchel, almost as abused as the cloak, still held a few salvageable books and many scroll cases. These he carefully replaced. His what-was-once-white linen shirt was now crusted in dried blood and slashed to ruins. Strangely the black leather jerkin worn over the shirt was untouched, as were the matching trousers. A long bow made of bone lay broken in two pieces. He bent over slowly to pick them up and realized they were not broken, but rather ingeniously built so the bow can be collapsed into two separate pieces. The string was unusually thick, and black, made from some creature’s hair. The man found that the bow would fit into the case slung over his back.
Finally, he allowed his gaze to fall upon what he had been ignoring until now…
Two large swords lay in the dirt and leaves, crossing each other, and covered in dried blood. Both swords were similar in size and shape, easily wielded with either two hands or one. The first one he picked up, slowly, was rather nondescript: steel blade, bronze cross guard and pommel. It could have been made by any weaponsmith. He examined the –
A white flash bolted through his mind. He was standing in an ancient wooden structure where the wood had long since petrified. The whole structure was leaning to the side, and, somehow, he knew he was in a ship. He was leaning over a small desk that was remarkably well preserved and was an excellent find. He could not take the desk with him but he did find two books. One of course was almost entirely ineligible but not useless. He could read the title that was pressed into the dry rotted leather cover: Captain’s Log. Whatever that was.
The other was a marvelous archaeological discovery. It had to be sorcerous in nature because time had not laid waste to its pages. Indeed the Alliance would appreciate this discovery. He reached to open the book, knowing full well that it was a mistake before his hand touched it. As he flipped it open a greenish bolt of liquid shot from the text, and nimbly he barely dodged it. His foot caught hold on the remains of a stool and tripped. He put his hand forward to brace himself against the wall, but instead, the wall gave way and crumbled.
When the dust settled, he found himself gazing upon the –
Steel blade. His body shook as if suddenly chilled. This was my first steel blade. First? he thought. Alliance? What Alliance? What was so significant about steel? He knew he had been carrying steel at his side for a long time now, but even now the idea of owning steel awed him.
“What in the Black happened to me?” he wondered aloud. His mind was filled with a thick fog, and he aimlessly searched it, searching for his own name.

[deathren]

Heres one i drew.

[the real pacman]

There will come a day.



There will come a day when I no longer fear the light.
When I may walk among the figures with praise.
When man alike man shall grace each other,
Where there is no more pain,
No more anguish,
And no more suffering.

That day will come,
But for till then I am confined.
Into this darkness I shall sit,
And wait for them to realise,
I am like you,
You are like me.

We are of the same kin,
We are of the same species,
Why must we fight and fall?
When we can embrace and florish...


I just felt like writing that, it came from the top of my head. Menh... I wouldn't mind feedback, you probably all think I'm senile, GunGirl seems to think I'm well spoken. Others think I'm an *******. I'll let you be the judge.

[wiseassbnty]

<font face="Comic Sans MS">
I miss her sometimes

I ran into my ex girlfriend the other day
I miss her sometimes
So I backed up and ran into her again
I miss her sometimes


</font>

[wiseassbnty]

<font face="Comic Sans MS">
One Man

- Man on the sidewalk
- Perhaps no one really cares
- He is but one death

</font>

[deathren]

WTF?!?! Ugh. lets try again...


Haiku again? Cool...

[the real pacman]

Oh.. The artistic talent of a 12 year old...

[HanD_of_DarKNesS]

wiseassbnty:
Great poem. LMAO.

Here's my forray into poetry (thanks to my Writer's Craft teacher in Grade 13: 2 years ago, who forced me to write poetry against my will :) )

Poetry

I am not a poet,
I don't write lyrics,
yet I feel no shame.
I am a writer,
a novelist,
for this I can't be blamed.
I can't apologize for this,
it just comes to me,
what I write is what i write,
and I just let it be.

That was written on our first day of poetic studies, and she liked it so much she made me read it to the class (which I protested as it violated the attitude of the poem). I ended up reading it to the class anyway. :D

[the real pacman]

There once was a lady from peru,
She blew a fart and away it flew,
Up the river.
Down the lane.
Onto a farmers window pane.

The farmer got out his rusty gun,
Shot the fart and away it would run.
Up the river,
Down the lane,
Into that old womans arse again.

My dad told me that when I was a kid.

[HanD_of_DarKNesS]

Looking through my Writer's Craft book, I've come across some more poetry I ended up writing.

These two poems are inspired by my "Orion" epic (described earlier in this thread).

The Wizard

The shadows were all around,
screams invaded her mind,
afraid she'd lose her company
anger swelled up inside.
The change came quick and sudden.
A fire in her eyes
signalled all her enemies
to try to run and hide.
Their efforts were in vain, though.
Her hatred quickly broke,
"You'll not escape me"
this wizard harshly spoke.
She needen't even say a word,
she didn't even twitch,
a quick glance was all it took
to destroy all those which
opposed her very presence,
fought her righteous cause.
She's the future of humanity,
the just hand of God.

Humanity

I am a master of magic.
I am a reborn soul.
I am the spirit of humainty lost,
living is my goal.
I have conquered my own death,
I fight for good;
justice always sides with me,
life is in my blood.
I am a guardian of the beings
which wish to exist.
I fight the great Darkness
which wants to conquer me.

[ElectricSheep]

With the end of the semester rapidly approaching, I actually have less and less to do that's school related. So, I painted a picture. I don't really like the planetoid, so I'll probably take it out. Its a nice change from my old desktop, tho (its native 1024x768).

[the real pacman]

Maybe today.


Maybe today, he will realise.
Maybe today it will be different.
Maybe today, I won't be afraid.
Maybe today, he won't come home.

Maybe today, everything will be the way I want it.
Maybe today, they will call,
And tell me he is gone for good.

The day will come,
Not soon enough,
Only then I can sleep,
Without the worry of what will become when I wake.

[BlueSniper]

Im going to make this up as I go allong, so bare with me.

Does it hurt when in a seat?
Does it burn you when you eat?
Is it unhealthy to go to sleep?

these are things
that are needed in life.
To head yourself to great light.

one more blank for me fill:
Does it hurt you when you kill?
does it not give you undieing thrill?

the answer is yes.
the answer is yes.

You can feel it in your soul,
Like a seemingly endless hole.
it fills your ming with untireing null.

Like a tainted stike of a Viper.
a hole to fill.
I am BlueSniper.


Thanx everyone!

[BlueSniper]

this is a picture I made last simester. I think it is my BEST drawing I have EVER done:

[HanD_of_DarKNesS]

ElectricSheep, BlueSniper: Awesome pics guys!

[funkstylz]

This thread is insane!

You want art..go here:

http://www.funkstylz.com

[ElectricSheep]

Here's a fullsized <A HREF="http://homepage.mac.com/pgierke/aqf.gif">version</A> of the thing I put above. I did take out the planetoid, and I think it looks better, IMO. Also interesting to note is that in the process of painting this I came to the conclusion that 400Mhz is just not fast enough for the kinds of things I'm trying to do with Photoshop....maybe its just my V3 2000....

Just recently I was thinking of my late pet and friend, Harvey (click image for full-sized pencil sketch):
<A HREF="http://homepage.mac.com/pgierke/websketchbook/hires/17.jpg">
<IMG SRC="http://homepage.mac.com/pgierke/websketchbook/thumbs/17.gif">
</A>

There's a story behind this dog, a little long for me to post here (I'm just taking a short break from schoolwork as a write this) but to sum it up he was perhaps the most dedicated and persistant animal (if not being) that I have ever known. Even when completely paralyzed in his hind section and unable to feed or care for himself, he refused to give up hope.

I will miss him...

[BlueSniper]

Dman sheep,

I am a mere child compared to your abilitys... WOW.

I have a few more pics, but I'm too lazy to scan...

[[Delta]Predator]

well I have a poem, one of my best ones so far, but bear with my inexperience and mindset, I'm 14 you know... Well here goes-
I like to walk
I like to jog
I like to bike
I like to talk
But I can't
Because I have have to go to school


/me bows :D

Oh btw, ElectricSheep is my idol!! I wish I could draw like that... *sigh*

[EndlessInfinity]

Why?
Why do I hate myself?
Why do I torment myself?
Is it because I feel lonely?
Am I the only one who can comprehend my pain?
Or is it because I am not the best?
Do I not live up to my own expectations?
Maybe I'm not strong enough,
To fight the pain
Or have I been fighting to much?
And now I have succumbed
To the pain;
To the torture
That I cause myself
When I feel alone
Or weak
Or in the pain
That I cause
Myself.
Why?

[sublime]

I was bored at work one day and wrote the following. Each one started from a single sentence. I have about 50 of these as I seem to get bored from time to time. Maybe I'll publish them one day and sell 2 copies.

I like to put spam in my shoes and walk around in little circles. The feeling of the spiced ham squishing and squashing between and under my toes, being sucked up between and back down between my slightly parted toes with the pressure created by every single step is heavenly. Feeling the eddies and swirls and every subtle nuance of movement of the canned meat around my feet as I pace in ever smaller then ever larger then ever smaller circles is sublime. It makes me smile quietly to myself like nothing else. Spam is my muse.

Sometimes, late at night, when I'm lying alone in my bed, I think about pine cones. I think about how they're green and how squirrels like to eat them, tossing away the husks like yesterday's fish. I picture the cones growing, darkening, and ejecting their helicopter seeds out to face the uninviting world, spiraling outward then downward. The view then pans down to the ground before spinning abruptly upward at the little paratrooper seeds coming down, dancing on the breeze, bobbing and weaving like a boxer on legs made of lime jello. Zoom in on one; here it comes. It's winking at you because it knows. It knows that it is the one. Here it comes, spiraling down like a marble in a funnel. It hits the ground with so much force and spin that it buries itself in the soft soil, a funeral on its birthday. Then rebirth. A fight through karma and fate, a new tree, new cones, new thoughts, less sleep.

At about 4:30 in the afternoon, I like to go outside, tilt my head back to feel the warmth of the sun on my face, extend my arms, open my hands, and spin. I try to see just how many insects I can catch in 5 minutes. I time myself by the movement of the sun, which is incredibly difficult to do while spinning. I tried counting to 300 slowly, but that only got confusing as I was also trying to keep track of the number of bugs that I felt hit my hands on some other level. The sun position idea just made so much more sense. Someone suggested an egg timer but I reminded him that I'm not an egg. He shut up. To date I have caught 78443 bugs in those 5 minute periods. Most of them you can't see, but I know they're there. Their little feet are on the rough skin of my palm, walking slowly, quickly, in wide, loping loops, or mad dashes to some unseen finish line that only they know of. They're all still there too you know. I can't shake hands for fear of hurting my little friends. The poor things might get crushed, or worse - they could be transferred to someone who doesn't care for them like I do. They would become the neglected children that the really ignorant ones wouldn't even know they have. So I don't shake hands. People look at me funny when I refuse but I tell them that I have prosthetic hands and the last time I partook of that tradition the guy ended up pulling the hand off. I tell them he had a heart attack and died because of the shock of it all and go on to describe the details of the event, right down to the final moment when his bladder emptied itself along with his bowels. They don't try and shake my hand again. Uh oh, time for me to go. My bugs want me to go pet a certain dog. They told me so.

I keep getting weird sensations from my knee. I think it's becoming sentient. I hope all of my body parts aren't self-aware. I'd feel really bad about everything I did, and even when I didn't actively do something there would be death and mayhem everywhere. Fingernail clippings would seem like a serial killer was on the loose, at least to them. Haircuts would be a holocaust. The lining of my stomach would be akin to the fiery pits of Hell. I do rather enjoy the the thought of having my own private army for an immune system though. If they ever break free, look out. Each cell would be a soldier and a trained killer. My knee is tingling now. Maybe it's trying to communicate with me. Maybe it's trying to break free. Is that rebellion? Does there have to be a bodily civil war? What if I lose? Would the leg below the knee join me or it? What could I have done to make my knee hate me so much that it would rather strike out on its own? Maybe it just wants its voice to be heard. What language do knees speak? I need a translator; an interpreter. I hope the knee can't communicate with other body parts and incite a full blown rebellion. What would I be left with? Where in this body of mine is the me that makes me who I am? All I know now is that it's not in that knee.

[sublime]

Two poems by me:

<b>silence</b>

I stood there,
in the shadow of the rainbow.
Wondering; Wandering.
Somewhere, close by perhaps,
was joy.
I was there once,
but the memory was faded,
and blurred.
It made me tired,
just to think about it.
My hope, fought at every turn,
by my past.
Part of me,
a large part,
wanted to just give up.
But the other part,
the part that remembered the light,
refused.
I stumbled down a path,
hoping against hope.
It branched, and branched again.
I chose a path,
and followed it faithfully.
Yet there were so many choices,
which one led to the light?
Would I even know when I got there?
Perhaps.
Perhaps I had already been,
and left.
I seemed to remember something;
A time,
A place,
A voice.
And then there was nothing.
Nothing but a dull memory,
of a memory.
I lay down,
wanting to hear her voice,
and the hills lay violently silent.


<b>time to go ask</b>

I am the shadow of the rainbow and the reflection of the wind,
I am the sinner who has yet to sin.

I know your thoughts and you sense mine,
uncertain where to draw the line.

I sleepwalked last night and you were there,
grasping for my wrists with your tangled hair.

I killed your memories this morning,
with the intense detatchment that they deserve,

Only to find that I killed mine as well.
so this is Hell....

One must wonder as one wanders,
about the things the divine must ponder.

Time to go ask.

[BlueSniper]

thats deep, dude. awesome.

[the real pacman]

We started to walk.
We came to the stream,
The water was flowing.

I felt a nudge,
Or did I fall?

I reached for you,
But you were too far.

The water was cold.
I couldn't move.

Like knives piercing my skin.
Then you walked away.....

I still don't know what hurt more,

The water?

Or seeing my mother leave when I needed her most...

[BlueSniper]

a little song: think of a mix of Korn and Pearl jam.

if you have eyes you make up what is known as..
if you have a brain you you will not kick ass....
you... are.... the ... stranger...

MAJORITY...... MAJORITY!!!!

TAINTED EYES CAN SEE!!!!
WHAT THEYVE DONE TO ME!!!

Only those who care walk away from a fight...
everyone is facing away from the light...
when... you... find... out...

MAJORITY...... MAJORITY!!!!

TAINTED EYES CAN SEE!!!!
WHAT THEYVE DONE TO ME!!!
TAINTED EYES CAN SEE!!!!
WHAT THEYVE DONE TO ME!!!

[PROMAGNUM]

I just wrote a ****ing book of things right now,added a **** load of art that I have done and this dumbass forum erased it when I submitted it, said to many tags, ****ing piece of goddamn trash.....****

[the real pacman]

The day has come,
The end was near,
Finally it happened.

The rage flew,
The end were tied.

Tis always dark before the light.
Perhaps this time it will be better.

For I have been down this road,
I know where it leads,

It takes me to a place,
I loose myself,
I sit and cry,
While they stand and laugh.

I will rise,
They will fall,
I am a rock.

I will prevail....

[Ballistophobia]

This has been my fave poem for a long time, and that f<b></b>uckin movie had to go and make it all mainstream! :mad:

Birches

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground,
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows--
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate wilfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

I bet Frost didn't even know how amazing that was when he wrote it.

<a href="http://www.tribes2review.com/"><img src="http://jrock628.homestead.com/files/T2pics/toolsig.jpg" border=0></a>
<small><i>not all martyrs see divinity, but atleast you tried...</i><small>

[Sebu_NZ]

There left a bare two hours ago three
conquered giants with a hundred broken arms
titans gift to his parents generation
the better blood between the lesser
blood spilled as gods and mortals witness
secret brotherhood acts of randomness
which keep the rights and wrongs in check
of those failed to register all knowing
of the mysterious nothingness who
in accordance with the scriptures would
take home the immortal Aphrodite
for it is the nothingness that is left when brother
time has given in, space itself frigid
nothingness like fire faces three
to a hundred in each fighting breath

[ShakKen]

http://www.arcadesrealm.com/shakken/sk-armageddon_sky.jpg

If nothing else, Phatcat might enjoy this one.

[BlueSniper]

here is a picture of Mah H3r0...

OICW, Keiichi you will like this. but dont flame me because I dont drw weapons right!

[Nanodragon]

Someone here understand German?
If someone does, I'll post my German poems.
Dragonfly

[perrin98]

Here's a quickie from me, i just wrote it in all of 3 minutes.

The tattered remains of a once-beautiful masterpiece
Assembled a thousand years ago
The tattered remains of a once-beautiful illusion
Destroyed moments ago
Ground to sand, fragments of glass slipping through your fingers
Crushed to dust, pieces of happiness falling through the cracks in your memory


-Lord Perrin

[the real pacman]

Within my cold bare hands,
There lays a light.
For in one palm,
I offer my love....
In yours,
You bear freedom of choice.

For if once our hands could join,
To share my love with your freedom.
The possibillities are never ending.

But to ask for you to betray what you hold dear.
To move your freedom of thought and walk with me along the beach.

It would be wrong.
I wish for our love.
But I could never bear to hold you in my arms...
Knowing that you lust for another man.

To hold you,
To love you,
To have you as my own.

I could never ask for anything more.

I have nothing to offer you,
But I have my love,
This light I hold out in my palm.

Please reach out and take my hand,
Share our love...
Together.

[KOFFEYKID]

we's some highly edumacated wee tards huh guy. Well i dont wright poem and i'm trying to learn how to draw but i am wrighting a book. E-mail me if you want a copy. Beware 8 pages(I need about 500)

[Sebu_NZ]

Koffee whats it about?

[BlueSniper]

here is a new pic I drew on MSpaint

[BlueSniper]

here is a coool MSpaint pic

[KOFFEYKID]

this guy Anderas. Do you have microsoft word??? it would be easier for me to send. But if you dont its ok. Well anyway he goes out of his home to find something. Its too much to wright down now so..............................................E-Mail me

[OpFor]

Alone, always so alone. Like a hand of death so be it, alone. Why must I always be alone with the turmoil of my thoughts, with me, without her. Why? All I do is destroy and ruin, but I am alone, no companions, so I ask myself, "Why not? Why not destroy my enemys and my self, for I am alone." I am god, I am the devil, I am the angel of death, I am every where you are, and no where near you.


Nothing.





hehe, glad I'm not suppressing that!!!

[Blastor14]

I was bored so I made this:

Who says you can't put abstract art?

[MorphineAlien]

just a different sig

Poem to bar flies:

You hag, you bag,
you dirty old rag,
you sleazy slimy slut.
Between your thighs, a green fungi lies,
and worms crawl out your butt.
Before I'd climb those scaly legs, and suck those festered tits.
I'd take a drink of dead man's puke,
and die of the dribbley ****s.

[BlueSniper]

oh... a little somtin phatcat might like... :D

[ElectricSheep]

Gad I need a break from studying and working on this damn CPEG project.

Browny points if anyone knows what might be the inspiration for this very rough and unfinished character sketch....

[Sebu_NZ]

Your sisters boyfirends ex flatmates sister-in-law's brothers dog's ex-owner husbands ex-wife's inbred aunty-in-law's ex-boyfirend ?


Do I win it, did I did I?!?

Huh huh?!?

[BlueSniper]

lol

[-=WeeD=-Ramon]

im writing a novel based on the map CTF-ProjectX2. i have a prologue, and chapter one. is about 14 pages. there ar in spanish, but if u have a translator, the problem is solved. i think is good. im writing right now chapter 2. hope u read it and tell what ya think

[deathren]

Beam me up scotty....

[deathren]

Pfft

[KOFFEYKID]

i made the up on the moment.

When I Saw You:When I saw you,
You where but a rose bud,
When I met you,
Our Love Blossomed,
When youre thorn pricked me,
I found out our love was a lie,
When you died,
I still loved you,
and as for your children,
They will blossom too,
But I Hope Their Loves Won't Prick them,
For they will surely die too.

what you think bout this one??

Death Is Beutiful:

You may ask why,
but death is beutifful,
When people die,
people are born,
thus the cycle continues,
Without death,
where would you be.
You would grow tired of......
life.
You will have nothing to do,
but it would not end,
day in and day out,
Youre wife would nag,
and youre husband would procrastinate,
If you where alive and nobody else was,
where would you be?
Stuck in a see of boredom,
for all eternety,
You could sit there,
In the corner.
No friends,
or family,
Nothing to do,
but have pity,
for youreself.
Let the cycle continue,
Be born anew.

and this one

Always There Is The Window:

When you are stuck in youre room all allone,
there is always the window.

When you have been rejected and you run to your room.
there is always the window.

When youre grandmother dies,
there is always the window.

When you are grounded,
there is always the window.

When you are in jail,
there is always the window.

When you have no window,
nothing to hope for,
you fall out of youre window.
and......................................
the window is nolonger your bondary.

[Hypenotist]

Yo Yo Yo

I got what you need playaz pimps and hos
see me battle at your clubs better watch your toes
you'll get stepped on, like a cowboy steps in doo doo
I got more styles than fubu, and I thought you knew
keep your spit out my face when I'm snatching your mic
you pull a clip, I smack your b@#$, and now im F#$%ing her right
so don't be mad, or be pissed, or be soundin off hard
I'll be playing Infiltration with with some crazy retards

Peace
:D

[zefran]

There is no movement....



There is no sound......




All I see is blue, all around...




My ears are ringing....




My arms feel light.....




My toes are cold.....




My face is white...




I walk softly.....




on a bed of clouds.....





strange enough...





there are now people all around...





There is sammy.....





There is Tom.....





Strange... He seems to be talking with his mom....




I think back when.....




Tom said she was dead....




Maybe this.. is all in my head.....




But there is God....




he had a big ol' frown....




"you guessed wrong" he says, its that sniper jason...




"He's back in town....."




It starts coming back.....




The server I was on......




We were playing..... Cuban Dawn....




I was on the hunt....




I was on the prow.....




But how to fight Jason.....




I didn't know how....




So here I am.....




Flying over the dawn.....




Wishing that INF....




Had a god damn respawn!




-Jason
"Its late, Im tired, and I just made this up"

[DredDamo]

That's beautiful zefran!

LOL :)

[L]-Damodred

P.S. All my literary work is on my website :D

[arsenicpants]

marzipan jan

[arsenicpants]

marzipan jan is marzipan jan

[DeeperShade]

http://www.planetunreal.com/modelfarm/deepershade/award.gif

[ElectricSheep]

What can I say. I was bored. I need a new desktop background. Whatever....

[zefran]

Feel fortunate you have skills enough to draw like that.

If drawing were an Olympic sport, I couldn't even make water boy for the special olympics.

-Jason

[Sebu_NZ]

LOL zefran

I'm in the same boat as you.

[Beagle_One]

The tip of the muzzle is missing in your desktop art. Why did you cut it off there?

[ElectricSheep]

Its 1024x768 native (actual size at 93 DPI!!), so fitting it in meant cropping a bit.

I still have the original at 150 DPI, so I can make any size I want, really. Any color mix, too.

[zefran]

Did you use photoshop to do that? Do you have one of those stylus boards? Im taking a Digital art class right now, and that is what use are using.


-Jason

[ElectricSheep]

Drawn and inked by hand, then imported into Photoshop.

From there, I add color a layer at a time (one for each hue angle) using my cheapo stylus. That way, I can remix the colors at any time by simply adjusting the hue/saturation/lightness of individual layers.

I've done a few purely digital paintings approaching it in much the same way I do drawing and inking by hand. Light base shapes and skeletal lines followed by a rough form overtop. Layers help a <em>lot</em> for this.

Yes, layers are your friend. The flexibilty they offer is seemingly limitless.

[Hypenotist]

I play around with this nifty application called poser 4 alot. Here is one of the renders I did, I can never get her tits to hang right though.

[Beagle_One]

That, my friend, is pretty impressive!!

[Sebu_NZ]

how long did that take to make?

was it a template :p

[RavenStarSinger]

Someone (yeah, i'm too dumb to remember who, even though i looked at the post ten seconds ago) wrote this, and said there were bonus points to whoever could guess where it came from. . .


Well, this sounds like Michael Moorcock's "Elric of Melnibone" to me . . . I could be wrong, but he uses similar phrases, and the importance of sorcery, and the sword (although Elric's was a black blade name Stormbringer, with an equally powerful twin)
Perhaps I am wrong, but that is my guess. One of these days, I will get around to posting the story I wrote based VERY heavily on Moorcock's character (it will actually be an Elric story, if I ever get permission to use the character and other-such-stuff that is Moorcock's intellectual property). Anyhow, just my $0.02.

"You ask me how I got here, eh? I'll tell you how many died, because of my failure, and that is how I got here."

Justicar Argus Lorngwaith


Darkness blinded him, for he could not see. Silence laughed at him, because he was deaf. Pain filled him, because he was numb. And he cried, for days, not knowing why, merely feeling overwhelming guilt. And when he stopped, he could not remember why.
He awoke in a forest, only with a vague feeling of utter despair. It was perhaps noon, with warming sun's rays piercing the heavy green foliage from above. Instinctively, he checked his equipment, finding that everything he knew now strange and unfamiliar. A strange fur cloak hung about his broad shoulders. It was singed, and ripped beyond usefulness so he threw the trash to the ground. A leather satchel, almost as abused as the cloak, still held a few salvageable books and many scroll cases. These he carefully replaced. His what-was-once-white linen shirt was now crusted in dried blood and slashed to ruins. Strangely the black leather jerkin worn over the shirt was untouched, as were the matching trousers. A long bow made of bone lay broken in two pieces. He bent over slowly to pick them up and realized they were not broken, but rather ingeniously built so the bow can be collapsed into two separate pieces. The string was unusually thick, and black, made from some creature’s hair. The man found that the bow would fit into the case slung over his back.
Finally, he allowed his gaze to fall upon what he had been ignoring until now…
Two large swords lay in the dirt and leaves, crossing each other, and covered in dried blood. Both swords were similar in size and shape, easily wielded with either two hands or one. The first one he picked up, slowly, was rather nondescript: steel blade, bronze cross guard and pommel. It could have been made by any weaponsmith. He examined the –
A white flash bolted through his mind. He was standing in an ancient wooden structure where the wood had long since petrified. The whole structure was leaning to the side, and, somehow, he knew he was in a ship. He was leaning over a small desk that was remarkably well preserved and was an excellent find. He could not take the desk with him but he did find two books. One of course was almost entirely ineligible but not useless. He could read the title that was pressed into the dry rotted leather cover: Captain’s Log. Whatever that was.
The other was a marvelous archaeological discovery. It had to be sorcerous in nature because time had not laid waste to its pages. Indeed the Alliance would appreciate this discovery. He reached to open the book, knowing full well that it was a mistake before his hand touched it. As he flipped it open a greenish bolt of liquid shot from the text, and nimbly he barely dodged it. His foot caught hold on the remains of a stool and tripped. He put his hand forward to brace himself against the wall, but instead, the wall gave way and crumbled.
When the dust settled, he found himself gazing upon the –
Steel blade. His body shook as if suddenly chilled. This was my first steel blade. First? he thought. Alliance? What Alliance? What was so significant about steel? He knew he had been carrying steel at his side for a long time now, but even now the idea of owning steel awed him.
“What in the Black happened to me?” he wondered aloud. His mind was filled with a thick fog, and he aimlessly searched it, searching for his own name.

[Hypenotist]

Well they usually take anywhere from 5 minutes to many days to complete depending on how complex the scene is. I use pre-made characters and just put them in whatever pose or animation then add clothing, props as needed.
This one took about 5 minutes to set up. The real skill in using this application is getting the lighting and positioning of people and cameras to look good, and I'm no master I can tell you that, you want to see some really good people go to www.renderosity.com and check out some of the poser gallery there.

[Sebu_NZ]

funky

where can I get this!?

[Beagle_One]

I can't quite figure out whether that figure is supposed to be a man or a woman...

[Ballistophobia]

Hey, that site is f<b></b>uckin awesome. I've spent like the past hour looking at a fraction of the 3DSM pics. Some of them are just breathtaking. You all should appreciate this one. :)

http://www.renderosity.com/photos/GalleryImage38061.jpg

[Beagle_One]

those rows of guns remind me of a scene from Matrix...:)

[Sebu_NZ]

good god I feel like im in heaven :p

[Childboy]

ignore this

[Ballistophobia]

So far, this one is my fave one, currently using a blown up to 1024x768, horizontally flipped version as wallpaper. :)

http://ballistophobia.homestead.com/files/Renderosity/autumn.jpg

And this one wins for best idea.

http://ballistophobia.homestead.com/files/Renderosity/circleoflife.jpg

[Kisen_K]

Excellent Balli !

[Ballistophobia]

Yeah, I just wish I could do s<b></b>hit like that. The circle of life idea is so cool and I have no idea how the hell the guy modeled a baby so life-like.

[Spetznaz_1]

Not really a story but it sounds cool:

All i want is my MP5,
it helps me to stay alive.

[Buddy_Pickle]

Hey Funk...wheres the damned Pigeon?

[Kibbles-N-Bits]

Anyone know where I can grab some firearms models in a format that I can import into poser4? ie 3ds etc... I can't seem to find decent ones.... Oh, and for the INF startup screen, how the hell did (whoever did it) get a player model like that? I woud like to do rendered scenes from INF using the progs I have, but have no idea where/how to get models to import into them.. :(

[BIG_MONKEY_JR]

Go to http://www.angelfire.com/indie/fallout/sonnystuff.html Then download the MP3 of me playing my favorite hobby.

Here's a poem I wrote:

You were a total stranger,
now you are a perfect friend

Meeting as total strangers,
now you're a perfect friend

Meeting as total strangers,
We stood in a circle
not knowing what to say
but at the throw of a football
the talking on the beach
and the strumming of the guitar
we became friends.

It seems like yesterday we first met,
but it was yesterday we said goodbye

As we end the trip
we don't want to go home
give us the right excuse
and we'll be at your doorstep
coming back for more

never wasted time, never wasted goodbye's

Never forget
never let go
never the last goodbye

[Kibbles-N-Bits]

Niiiice :)

[Hypenotist]

Kibbles n bits
Anyone know where I can grab some firearms models in a format that I can import into poser4? ie 3ds etc...
www.3dcafe.com

[Hypenotist]

Sketch style render-realistic one coming soon-action scene.

[deathren]

I like that first render. got one of those without the annoying square boxes? ;)

[Hypenotist]

I pretty much gave up on this render half way through, I might finish it later but I'll post it anyway.

deathren-I don't want to post the one without the censors because of younger kids, I can email it to you though, just sent mail charleswernette@home.com and I'll attach it when I reply ;)

[Sebu_NZ]

He is the "younger kids" ;)

[Kuroshio Apocal]

Kids have just as much right to porn as adults.

And probably more of a right, since they aren't getting any.

[owlofdoom]

hyp: still no idea on male or female

[deathren]

Kids have just as much right to porn as adults.


/me applauds Kuroshio Apocal.

Can I use that quote of yours in my sig? ;)

[BlueSniper]

lol

[Cap'n Beeb]

I walk through my empty house at 3:29AM on a cold winter Saturday, searching for a midnight snack, then a female voice of laughter echos through the hall and into my mind. I search all over for the sorce of this voice, and I am rewarded with a decapitated flying head of what, at one point in time, was a woman. Her eyes are bulging and filled with pus, her lower jaw rotted away, blackened blood stains her once lovely hair, which is now in tatters and unwashed clumps, part of her skull is missing. She is laughing at a small lump on the dining room floor, pointing to it with a rather large and gore decorated knife held in her teeth, and proclaims with a form of telepathy I assume:

"Daddy!! Look what I did!! I did it so perfectly!! Arent you proud of me?! I've never been this happy before! Give me a hug Daddy!!"

Her severed head approaches me, I recoil with horror, confusion, disbelief, she cackles with a laugh no human could produce, swallows the knife and spits it at me. It freezes in mid-flight, she asks again:

"Daddy? Why arent you happy? Do you not like my work? Whats wrong Daddy? Are you ok?"

Before having time to answer, she guts me like so much flopping fish.

I awake, cold, confused, disturbed, not sure what to make of it. For I have no children, yet this flying head called me Daddy.

The "lump" on the floor? It was me.

Never really figured out what the hell that dream was about, probably a good thing I didnt.

[Sebu_NZ]

freaky

Oh yeah dont come near me :D

[Cap'n Beeb]

When I was 5, I had this dream where I was playing in some room, mom was making dinner, dad was chilling. Seemed normal to me, I played on, only to hear this ear piercing scream from the kitchen, several thumps, more screaming, then a sharp *crack*. I jumped up and ran into the kitchen, only to find my mom beating what looked like an Imp from doom over the head with a frying pan! It shook it off, ripped her throat out, and proceeded to eat my dad right infront of me. After that was over, they dragged the bodies out and into the sewer, leaving me be. Being a little kid, I bawled my head off, attracting the attention of the red eyed beasties. They turned on the spot, moved with liquid speed at me, snatched me, and dragged me down under the manhole cover into a sewer filled with bones, blood, body parts of all shapes/sizes. After a bit, they spoke to me and ordered me to eat what was left of my parents or suffer a fate far worse than what they had just done. What choice did I have? I ate.

I woke up just as my teeth sank into my dad's skull, screaming so loud I'm surprised it didnt shatter a window.

I've had this dream a few times after, but I was watching from a neighbors house as the child me was dragged down. Each time I wake up scared outta my mind.

[deathren]

:eek:

Someone get me my shotgun

[OICW]

And I'm supposed to sleep after that? :eek:

You must have played a LOT of Doom when you were younger.

[Cap'n Beeb]

Doom wasnt out when I was 5, I just had a hyper imagination :)

[Donnellizer]

Free Verse
We are all a great puzzle
Take us apart and we make no sence
Put us together and we fit just right
Some don't understand us
Some know us well
We start off apart
But we end up together
Free Verse
Shadow engulfs us like an envelope
The rays of life are stolen away
Stolen away by the darkness
Whisked into the abyss
Never to return
Never
Haiku
The lightning flashes
The bright light spreads through the woods.
The thunder crashes

These were all for a poetry collection I made for school. I'll post more later.

[BlueSniper]

you keep those kind dreams to yourself...


:eek:

[Cap'n Beeb]

Actually, I consider anything the brain processes art, that being dreams also, and btw, those are mild compared to some of the others I've had.

Sniper: I think its better to get such things out of you, instead of balling it up where it might smash right into your brain again at the wrong time/place :)

[yurch]

yes, but now you smashed it into our brains!

[Iceman]

F<b></b>uckin' hell beerbaron!!! :eek: Dude you need some help!

Iceman.

[BlueSniper]

I agree in the fact of him letting it all out, but not here. not now. talk to a close friend or something!

[deathren]

wItN3ss m4h 133t 4rT ski11Z, d00d! :D :rolleyes:

[deathren]

err...
ooooopsies
Lets try that again. :

*ahem!*

wItN3ss m4h 133t 4rT ski11Z, d00d! :D :rolleyes:

Hmm...it was not this jerky when I saved it...hmmm... oh well. Check out the sparks on the tank, it looks like Mr. Tank is being attacked by a small swarm of yellow-orange bees! :D

[Iceman]

Not bad deathren, What did you make it in?

Iceman.

[Kuroshio Apocal]

I like that deathren.

[BlueSniper]

I bet you anything that Pac is going to diss deathren for no reason because of that.

[deathren]

Jasc Animation Shop 3. :)

[Iceman]

Deathren, what did you do to pac to piss him off so bad anyway?

Iceman.

[deathren]

Deathren, what did you do to pac to piss him off so bad anyway?

I have no damn clue.
He did seem to like it when I gave him those porno websites though...remember that Pac?

[Donnellizer]

I think Pac hates eveyone.

[{GD}Ghost]

Every battle hardened INF Marine has a soft side.....somewhere. This is a piece I wrote for a young lady I was particularly taken with.

Beat of My Heart
(1998)

I’m sitting in this dark room all alone, thinking about you
And of so many things I feel for you but have not shown; if you only knew…
What would you say?
Would it keep us apart?
If I told you today the feeling I keep in my heart for you?

There’s a hole in my soul that’s been there for years
And every try to fill in ends up in tears
But one thing’s stayed true through every tear
Is the way that my heart beats when I think of you
I really want to be with you
And if you feel you want me too
Please open up that door
I don’t want to be just your friend anymore

For years you’ve been my closest friend
Through good, through bad, through thick and thin
You bring such joy into my life and one day I want you as my wife
I swear that I will honor you in everything I say and do
Give you my life, my love my all through summer, winter, spring and fall.

You’re the beat of my heart
You’re name’s in every breath I breathe
I knew it right from the start
That I wanted you here beside me.
I kept my love for you inside
And its tearing me apart
So I no longer want to hide
That you’re the beat of my heart

....well, that one didn't turned out as planned.....oh well. Back to mercilessly slaughtering my opponents.

[Donnellizer]

Yeah I tried that whole poem thing. Didn't work for me either.