Vincent Silver

*Rubs shin and shakes fist in Xaious general direction*

I write about love But I'm to young to really know it I write about pain But my pain isn't shit I think I'm dead But I haven't even lived I think I'm nice But I've never really gived My lifes a lie But people like me better that way Lieing makes me happy The real me will never stay I act so werid But I'm just too damn normal I act so hurt But thats a load of bull I'm scared to be me Will people accept this stupid kid? I want to come out my shell Be the me I've always hid

I just want someone to say I'm beautiful So I can forget I'm ugly inside I want some to cover me in false love So i can forget everyone hates me Just let me forget the horriable person I am Just tell me I'm perfect and fine

*Draws his sword and puts on his corny hero voice* Unhand her you villian! *Armor gleam,teeth shine*

I'm sick of being happy It just lost it's flare I want to be mean and snappy I don't even want to be fair I wanna cry and hate Because happy is just to plain I wanna steal and take I want to rejoice in my pain I'm sick of being happy I'm even sick of just the thought But the ironic thing is I'm only happy when I'm not

They tells us to write But never to write the truth They tells us to think But never to be smart They tells us to speak But put our emotions in a cage Freedom owned by business Free thoughts sold to the highest bidder Spreading lies and earning money Not even the heat is prized They tells you to tell the truth But spread the lies They tells you to think and to speak But that right, they take They tells you we're free But thats the biggest lie

Poetry shouldn't have rules, it's like putting bars around your emontions. Poetry is from the soul, you shouldn't be told how to write what you feel.

Oh I'm not leaving, I knew someone was goign to think that. I just wanted to thank evertone here. I'm in a very happy mood

ooc: Chame owns the tavern and he is sleeping in one of the Inn rooms at the begining. Just thought I clear that up. Boom....Booooom...BOOM! Chame Kitsune jumped awake still feeling the room shake from the three crashes. He quickly jumped out of bed and sliped on a white button up shirt to complete the black baggy pants he was already wearing. He quickly made his way down the stairs and made his wayout the back door of the tavern/inn. He quickly grabed the arm of the many villagers who were hurryign about in confusion. "What the hell just happened?" Chame asked his grip still tight on the villagers arm. "Three huge rocks fell from the sky not to far from town!" The villager said rather angerly while tryign to pry himself from Chame's grip. Chame let go of the mans arm and made his way to the front of the tavern. He pushed his way tru the taverns vistors who were running out the tavern to see what happened. He made his way to the front of the crowd quickly. He started walking down the main road of town tward where the noise oringated. He wanted to see just what the hell was going on. He walked for 30 minutes till he saw the three huge crators in the ground ahead. What the hell? Chame squinted his eyes to see something around the crater. ...no it can't be,creatures? In front of his eyes were thousand of huge creatures. All of them with huge fangs,claws, and even crudly fasioned weapons. They were obiousvly hostile. Chame quickly turned around and rushed back to town. How the hell!! Chame's mind raced They can;t be that many monsters, the rangers are suppose to keep those things under control. I could understand one or two but there's a whole armoy of them! I have to tell the duke. Chame rushed back to town,his fear and excitment cut the 30 minute journey in half as he quickly rushed to the small castel of the duke that ruled the village.

Thak you for the fun times Thank you for the thought on my rhymes Thank you for the laughs and tears And the fun I've had all these years But most of all thanks for the love. I love this place,may my times away be short and few. I love you guys! (and gals)

Holy Crap Man! I forgot this was here! Thank you all, just having such helpfull and nice people on his board is the best gift ever. And Wyvern 8-Bit dreams are better :-p I mean nothing can beat jumping on gombas and koopas in your dreams

Thanks for the feed back. Edited in your suggestion and fixed the typo.

I cryed myself to sleep last night I died when I dreamed of you I bled the crimson red My heart turned to coldest blue I saw the light in your eyes Hiding the death inside Red tears run down my face My feelings I try to hide I closed my eyes and fell to dreams I bid reality adieu I danced above the stars But still my thoughts ran back to you I couldn't do anything Cept' die while my hearted turned blue My eyes are open now But I'll always dream of you I cryed myself to sleep last night I died when I dreamed of you....

Blah spellings never been my strong suit. Plus I make more typeos than....well...something that makes a lot of typeos. EDIT: Isn't it ironic that I made a typeo in that post

Sorry I have been gone so long but here is a lil' poem I'm spining in my head: The world is your stage,your note book,your canvas. Your place to tell the world what was and what is The world is your spotlight,your lime light, your fame It's you place to rant and rave, and let people know your name It's you heart, your soul,your love, your hate It's for you to speak of your luck and of your fate The world is your stage, your notebook, your canvas. So put somethign worth while on there, somethign no one can miss. Vincent Silver AKA Blake A. Cooley

I worte the oringal versin of that song...I didn't post it because it's a touchy subject. But here is an example of some of the stupidity of America http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopi...pic.php?t=57459 I'm not anti-American,I just saying the system has problems...

Very good Xaious,glad to have someone who lives near me on the board :-D

The large seraph walks into the large gathering of Pen Members quite confused. He drops the bags that he was carring from his recent vacation and seeks out to find out whats going on. He suddenly relises that promotions have been handed out ....Woah,this is quite a welcome home gift o_o Congrats to everyone who got promoted and good luck to those who didn't Paces back and forth trying to think of Quill Quest

I laugh I cry I show my feelings But I try to hide I die I live I like to recieve But I hate to give I'm human I'm beast I starve my body But give my mind a feast I create I destroy I treat people with repesct But I treat them as a toy I'm a jumble of thoughts and feelings I do what I want and what I can But I still am trying to find...what I am

Why do we write? What comple this words from our soul? Words bright as day,dark as night. Are they there to fill a hole In our hearts,in our mind. To prove we can, To make us shine? Why do we write? The word from heart to pen To make a smile,make a wond mend? Is it a game? Fun thrown down in the guise of deep words? Are we just trying to impress the mindless herds? We write because we can. We wrtie to move our hand, To mourn,to smile. And all in between. We write to say what we mean. ~~~

Ok Vincent,back so you better listen I'm goign to put you all to shame,thats my mission I'm not gona diss,throw some lame insults I'm going to throw down some mad rap,not about your faults I'm goign to wickedly kick it,and flip it Put some skill up in it If you wanna battle me quit it,forget it I'm a mad dog you gonna get bit ~~~ Short but sweet....

Now that your 18 I'll have to give you the same amount of respect you give me....none :-P Happy Birthday Xaious!

NooooOOoooOOooo! Vincent rushes in in time to see the Kinder walking tward the door You not leaving till I get a hug! Vincent puts ona mock face of anger and waits for the Kinder to hug him,as soon as he does Vincent smiles. See ya later man,come back and vist us once in a while ok? Till we meet again good luck and happyness to ye!

I truely love this place and I think it's about time you all got thanks for making me feel at home. You people have help me when I couldn;t quite get that app right,you've taugh me to love my work no matter how bad I think it is,you helped me tru depressing times,you all be liek a second family. I love all of you guys,you're some of the best friends I've ever had.

It's so true That love is doomed to death True love is just a thought Quickly forgoten and thrown away The minds stupid poetry Telling you love is so real But in the end it's just a ideal Maybe death is our love The great forgiver that takes away from this madness Maybe a person can only truely love the thing that brings there death The person who brings there death,the person who brings there love.