Falcon2001

Oh yeah, you can add rice to it too if you so desire Quick Casserole Idea: Take one can cream of chicken and then add one can water and then bring it to a boil. Add noodles. It makes a REALLY thick chicken noodle soup, basically a cassarole.

Homemade soup is always the best. I make this stuff called Cabbage Patch soup that's a recipe my mom showed me once You start with two family sized cans of Vegetable Beef soup, add only one can of water and one can of beef broth, and then add: 1 can garbonzo beans, 1 can kidney beans, 3 carrots, 1/2 bag of corn, and then bring it to a rolling boil (takes a while, there's a LOT of it.) Then you add the cabbage and the celery, along with the noodles. You prepare the noodles like you would chicken noodle soup from there, stirring and bringing it to a low simmer...after that, you add salt and pepper and can feed yourself and family for a week It makes about one cauldron full, and I'm serious about the cauldron.

Wow, what a response Welcome to the pen, Ethics Gradient, and have lots of fun. Ethics Gradient...like as in a shifting from one ethic to another or from no ethics to lots of ethics? I'm a graphic artist, I like gradients a lot *ish a photoshop freak*

Currently I've got it in my pocket, waiting to give it to her I'm hella nervous. Oh well, c'est la vie.

...hmm...Chili and white rice is awesome. I love rice

Love Poem I know I'm not the brightest soul to sparkle on this rock Nor am I the most nimble soul, to open any lock I may not be the strongest man to live upon this world But I'm the fool that loves you, my dearest darling girl I never climbed Mount Everest nor did I ever try I never found the city of gold, and I'm not ashamed to cry I never once opened a door that led to a lost city But here I am, my dearest one, and I hope that you love me I'm not a perfect wordsmith, nor am I amazing at prose I cannot write an epic tale with the ease of blowing ones nose My plots have holes like a beggar's coat, and are worth about the same But I love you nonetheless m'dear, and I hope I'm not too plain This poem's not the best one out, it's probably mediocre and trite But it says the things I meant to say, and I hope it says them right But there is one thing I know, and I know it through and through My dear Rachel, my darling girl, I know that I love you. heh, tell me what you guys think...I didn't like it too much, but it's poetry nonethless.

Style - form - impossible grace Put you back into your place I'll spin a tale with irrevocable ease And weave a plot like summer breeze I'm a wizard of words, a smith of the writ Not a man with a tool, but rather a gift I'll sing circles 'round your open eyes And then send ya home like a buzzin' fly I'm sharper'n knives, cut like one too I'll chop ya up and when I'm through I'll serve ya up on a bed of prose A wicked rhyme decidedly chose To magnify, specify, rectify your utter lies And then when you're lyin' in disgrace I'll quit the job and bust up the place

Bah, theories are wonderful things. Dogmas are great, but I'm a Catma person myself ;; Sorry, couldn't resist. And lusts...lusts are fun!

You know, by all rights we should only be doing this in #thepen because freestyle is mainly based on speed...oh well I'll come up with something a little later, I've freestyled with Wyvern before once or twice, and with Dopey once, I think.

Beware the cabbages, everyone knows Gwai is a liar ;; anyway I'm Falcon2001 and welcome to the Pen.

*Grins* I hear ya there, Vlad. This place has helped me through so much that I can't even begin to start listing things. Multiple suicide attempts, depression streaks deeper than the ocean, and life in general have all been healed by this place and all it stands for. But I must warn you about one thing - Though it is true that putting others before you is a good thing, take it to far and you'll fall into my personal little hole - where you begin to find yourself convinced that you're not worth anything and that you are atoning for your sins by helping others. The pain from that is worse than anything inflicted from without, because you know that you brought it upon yourself and can't blame anyone else for it - and that's where the spiral begins. I'm just beginning to drag myself out of that pit, so I warn you to always remember your worth. Always.

Yeah, that's the way it is - you open yourself up and you're going to get hurt. You can't hate them...it's just the opposite - no matter what, you forgive. God that sucks sometimes.

Good stuff, everyone. The first poem I'm posting is a good one I found in 7 habits of highly effective teens, a really good book. ------------------------------------------ The Cold Within, By Anonymous Six Humans trapped by happenstance in bleak and bitter cold each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story's told their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back for of the faces 'round the fire, he noticed one was black the next man loking 'corss the way saw one not of his church and couldn't bring himself to give the fire his stick of birch the third one sat in tattered clothes, he gave his coat a hitch why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich? the rich man just sat back and thought of the wealth he had in store and how to keep what he had earned from the lazy shiftless poor the black mans' face bespoke revenge as the fire passed from sight for all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the white the last man of this forlorn group did naught except for gain giving only to those who gave was how he played the game their logs held tight in death's still hand was proof of human sin They didn't die from the cold without - they died from the cold within ----------------------------------

Yes, I was talking about my friends. And you will all leave someday. Because I push too hard. And that's it.

Dark Azunost begins to grow ever-increasingly annoyed as his body is pummelled by the gigantic hentai-spawned plant. Momentarily extremely thankful for being a guy, he shoved upwards with a mighty heave, throwing the plant off of him and then picking up the Sword of Roses again, this time searching out the strange masked wrestling figure. Spotting him on a railing, he swept the sword downwards then spun and slashed sideways, splitting the railing in half and then in half again - lengthwise.

Of course trees talk...they talk to me all the time O_o Heh - excellent poem, Rune! Good enough for a Falcon's Choice thingy...if I gave those out...but I don't, sadly enough...

Dark Azunost grinned and whipped the Sword of Roses in sharp movements, severing the waterlily's tentacles with whiplike speed and precision, then he blurred and reappeared fifteen feet back, sword at the ready and a dangerous smile on his face.

Well I'm glad everyone likes it thus far, here's my example poem. I'd like to remind everyone that I am ~not~ going to enter as a contestant, 'cause it'd be unfair. Anyway...on to '86' Run my hand over scratchy forms History in a curve and a line Once somebody long ago took knife And left part of himself behind Crystal memories transcieve time And provide the base to which we build Respect the past with letters of gold As I touch the faded scars of old That's a poem along the lines of topic #3, so you get the general idea.

Welcome to The Pen, Distarius. I'm Falcon, the abnormally crazy one...and my other characters are William Azunost, the Holy Wanderer, and Cioden Darkeye, the God of Darkness for the past...three months now. Welcome and remember to describe your quarters in the Many Rooms of the Mighty Pen Keep thread in the Assembly Hall.

I'm not sure if I'm going to make this a contest or not, but I think it's high-time we did something spiffy like this. I was sitting there thinking about what kind of stuff we could do, and I came up with a great idea. I'll specify five-ten topics, just simple sentences, and whoever turns the simple topic into a great poem wins...something...I'll decide later ;; or maybe a poem dedicated to them or something spiffyness. Or a sig, I'll make sigs Anyway, don't think of it as a contest, more of a challenge. okay, for instance, don't just repeat the topic sentence, play with it, mess with it. 1. A silver maiden in a golden field. 2. The churchbell tolled thirteen. 3. You run your fingers across a scratched in '82 in a desk 4. The frog jumped into the puddle. 5. The sun burns azure in the sky 6. The perfect sunset. 7. A crow caws at the end of day 8. An earthquake rips through a small village. 9. You enter the abandoned house 10. A single citadel on top of a hill. Maximum of two entries per person, please. I'd like to keep it simple. Anyway, pick a topic, write a poem, and have fun Okay, I'm done, I'll be posting my example soon.

This is a poem I wrote a while ago and just recently decided to post here, so don't worry, my girlfriend and I are doing fine ;; anyway, I thought it was a fairly good piece, so here it is. I would give my life for you For all the things you do But tonight I died again A simple tearing at my heart Tear me open with gentle words Lay hands upon my heart and burn I don't need my heart anymore Take it from me please I would tear myself into bits Throw caution to the wind Rend my sullied flesh To forget about you... All the time we spent Has turned to acidic shame I can't believe that I could Burn in hell for love But now I've come unglued But not because of you Because I was defective A broken machine I would numb myself to life Help myself to strife Die a thousands deaths To forget about love Love's my true enemy It won't let me be Every time I try I end up so lost and damned A knifeblade in my spine Would be much less pain Hell would be sweet symphony To my lovelorn mind I would.

The person above me keeps getting mixed up with Kendricke in my mind (sorry, Kas)

I. -Introduction- It's a long hard road to the top of the hill Where the summers and sunny and the roses are red I need to be perfect without help or pill To be worthy of my friends or my home or my bed II. -Forming the Line- I need to be perfect- my creed I demand nothing less from myself. If I were to stumble- and fail I would not be worth much more than shit. So I must be perfect and true 'Cause I'm not worthy of my friends. III. -Creed- Life is long and painful, filled with jagged rocks They tear at my flesh and soul, but I must go on If I give in, I'll fail and stumble I cry out for guidance, but accept none that is forthcoming. If I accept help I am weak, belittled, less of a man I must be perfect I must be perfect I must try harder I must be more than I am now, always more If I don't become perfect life will swallow me up I have been given a last chance by Him And if I fail He will leave me and so will my friends There is no hope but perfection for me. My heart is torn, I will toss it aside I have no place for weakness. IV. -Mantra- The lord is my shepherd One day I will reside in peace Eternal chaos is a small price To pay for distant paradise I will lift him up in praise And thank him for every blessing And strive to be what he wants Perfect. V. -Finality- I cannot fail. I must be perfect.

Oh yeah, I officially sponsor this guy.

I think we want people to write a specific poem for the application, but it is up to Wyvern... Hmm...that means that I've brought...1...2...3...3 people to The Pen. 4 soon. Maybe even 5.