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Justin Silverblade

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  1. "Well..."

     

    Justin looked at the sign up sheet from across the room. It was crowded. Everyone who was anyone was signing up to have a reading (or at the least, catch a glimpse of those absolutely scrumptious morsels of men) by the infamous Madame Quixotic.

     

    "There are only ever two things that inspired a good adventure. Only two things that in all the stories, motivated the greats...

     

    "Money, and destiny."

     

    Justin laughed to himself and hurried over to the sheet, signing his name. "She must know about one of the two. Besides, I wonder if those 'brothers' have any sisters..."

  2. Inspiring. Very, very inspiring. My favorite lines (though I love them all):

     

    I'll scratch my way back to sunny days

    And a life more free of pain

    and

     

    I'll weather the storm and the rain

    What a wonderful way to close it up! Leaves me with a sense of awe. A great strength and resiliance (sp?). Permanency resonds in the earliest statement:

     

    If I don't do what I say I'll do now

    I might as well throw it all away

    It gives, however, a worriesome feeling. That "this had better work, otherwise I don't know what I can do." But a cycle that comes to light many times in life. I still like the last line.

     

    Thanks for sharing!

    - Justin

  3. You wanna know where I took it when I read it? It was very interesting actually, before I read Salinye's comment, and then I realized how great the tool of interpretation can be. No wrong answers in Art, they say. Thank goodness! :lol:

     

    I took it as the speaker was LITERALLY talking to themselves. Take a person, split their personality, and have them pose the question to themselves: Who am I?

     

    A question most (I dare-say all) of us meet at some point. And this was the answer. "You [or I] don't know who I am!" "You [or I] don't know me!"

     

    I perhaps read this because I have been faced with this very question recently - how well do I know myself? Do I know who I am? etc, etc. It's conclusion also bring real hope, and satisfaction. Or, at the least, closure. :)

     

    A great piece. Thank you for sharing.

     

    - Justin

  4. Well, whether you like it or not, I'm glad you shared, 'cause I sure loved it. :D

     

    One whose friendship can bring you from the clutches of your demons.

    Just being around her gives yout he strength to face the day.

    My favorite lines. I know a gal like that - I feel exactly that way when I look upon her. Seems to just radiate it, you know?

     

    Thanks for posting this, I enjoyed it very much.

     

    - Justin

  5. :)

     

    I've noticed a smilie never manages to express a "full" smile. You know the kind? The one that starts small, creeps up from one corner of your lips to the other, and then stretches onward and across your cheeks until they ache. The one that really tests your muscles, and reminds you why you were given a face at all. It's not a grin, not a laugh, but it's not a fake or flake, either. Just one that can't contain the warmth that's bubbling inside. The one that you can feel - literally and figuratively. Physically and mentally. The one that is really only a brief echo of your heart; a quiet imitation of the inner innocent pleasure that your soul has just experienced.

     

    That's the kind of smile this Ugly Bug Ball left me with. Thanks Sayline, believe it or not, it's just what I needed. I'm glad you looked 'em up, and took the time to paste/type them out here. I appreciate it. It's a really great song. (No wonder Disney's making a fortune. :P )

     

    Thanks.

     

    - Justin

  6. Wow... this is a simply amazing piece Rhapsody! :woot:

     

    If perspective is a painting, mine is Impressionistic

    and

    Watch as the sharp edges melt, as radiance blurs into shadow, as Technicolor recedes into pastel. The world disintegrates into pure color and movement, live art.

    Those must be my favorite single lines, but together, with everything, the whole painting is beautiful. Really well done, a wonderful topic and profound resolution. Wearing glasses myself (though not too bad), I can completely relate, and so it had even more meaning. You portrayed it wonderfully. Bravo!

     

    Thank you for sharing such a euphoneous word-pleasure. When you can pack so much beauty into a single word, line AND story at the same time, that's my favorite kind of literature; you take one read at it, sit back for a moment, smile, "dig-it", and read it again, to let those words melt into your being. It was a real treat, that I'm privileged to have read. Thanks again!

     

    - Justin

  7. Thanks and congratulations everyone! The Pen's always had such great people, and it's a spleandor to see their continued success and effort poured into this "Church of the Pen" as Peredhil put it somewhere else, I believe. :)

     

    I think, Gyr, that I'll have to go with Poet, for now, but I do look forward to pursuing a Bardic career here at the Pen.

     

    That is... if I can ever get off my butt and contribute more. :lol:

     

    Thanks all once again, and Congratulations to the newly promoted! Keep on writing eveyrone!

  8. Love…

     

    Barely a whisper, a hint of a hue,

    The softest caress of silk.

     

    Thunder’s bellow, a hallowed haven,

    The sharpest spear of passion.

     

    Sought and born,

    Forged and sworn,

    Hewn and worn,

    Truth un-weary, untorn.

     

    What is love?

    I know that love is something I want to know.

  9. (Edited to center the poem. Thanks Vlad!)

     

    It was inspired by a couple of friends of mine, who are deeply... found by eachother. Enjoy!

     

     

    Ripples on a Pond

     

     

    Beauty…

    Twilight’s mural upon the sky.

    Painted gold,

    Cascades down on lovers’ eyes.

    Silent embrace,

    The world holds a moment’s slumber.

    Soft caress,

    Calls a choir of unknown number,

    Quiet quintets of gull and geese.

    Majestic mimicry,

    Mirrored glass of sun’s release,

    As the hue above, below repeats.

    Worship water,

    Deep entwine, two wrapped as one,

    Earthly secrets lost – undone,

    Rejoicing hearts for unison.

    He for she,

    Eyes of fervor, compassion’s zeal

    Sweet nothings said, the world reveal,

    Patience, virtue, Emotion’s ideal,

    He gives to her, and humbly steals.

    Two lovers kiss.

    Giving truly, and taking freely,

    A lion’s angel, beauty in adversity,

    Great graces expose fierce loyalty,

    A delicate diamond polished distantly.

    She for he,

    Partner’s pool reveals the flesh

    But greater tides their souls enmesh

    In devotion their hearts refresh.

    Revealing river,

    Stage for flying dove or sacred doe,

    Painted splendor supports Love’s glow.

    Modest mockery,

    A child’s laughter elsewhere echoes,

    The innocence of tomorrow’s time,

    Gentle gesture,

    Speaks the man in silent rhyme,

    Unspoken hold,

    Is how her moment’s best can respond

    Nature’s awe,

    As ripples reflected on the pond:

    “Beauty…”

  10. A well honoured topic it seems - I'll have to add my two cents. :lol:

     

    What are you opinions on being taught to write? Not in the technical sense, Anyone can learn grammer and spelling, but do you think it is possible to teach someone to really write well?

    In many areas, it is in my nature to explore and discuss. To understand the very specifics of the world (as innumerable as they are). However, I don't think I really can with writing. I guess it's because I don't really... want to. I really like some of the answers here. Ozy hit it pretty well on the head I think, but I would mention...

     

    What is writing?

    Putting ink to pen.

    Putting thought to paper.

    Bringing soul to life.

    Bringing life to light

     

    What is writing? - Art is Life.

     

    Can you be taught to write?

    Putting ink to pen - yes.

    Putting thought to paper - yes.

    Bringing soul to life - only by soul.

    Bringing life to light - only by life.

     

    Can you be taught to write? - By soul and life, you ARE taught. Can you learn? If you listen.

     

    Is it vital to writing to have a certain love for it in order for it to be really great?

    Must you love to write?

    Putting ink to pen - no.

    Putting thought to paper - no.

    Bringing soul to life - you must feel the soul.

    Bringing life to light - you must know your "life".

     

    Must you love to write great? - You have to know it, and have to feel it, you don't have to love it.

     

    Or can any regular person who does not care or even dislikes writing be taught to write a wonderful story or poem?

    Every person is a regular person. Art is life - it needs no special gift or talent to be expressed. (though I know that's not what you meant. :) ). can you not care, or even dislike writing and still be good? Of course. It will be harder for you to listen to the teachers though.

     

    - Justin

  11. Mmm, tasty.

     

    Wonderful poetry, thank you for posting. I echo Parmenion in the idea that, if the writing style was the same, I could read a poem a hundered times as long and be equally delighted. However, I found that it rounded to a conclusion nicely.

     

    Thanks so much for sharing, I enjoyed it immensely. :)

     

    - Justin

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