Tralla

Aw, thanks Ozzy. =) Yes, I did make my sig. Sorry, I know it's Ager, but the damn thing's on auto-post and half the time I don't remember to turn it off. *Kicks at her absent-minded goblin*

Aww... This is so cool! Now why can't I find I guy like that??? Great poem Falcon, with a touching message. =)

*first comment happy dance* an interesting topic, but a valid one. There is a reason I take a shower every morning, besides cleanliness. I've even scared myself a few times by looking in the mirror after getting up... oi. =D Good writing, keep it up!

Yep, that definitely sounds familiar. Interesting poem, gwai. *applause*

hm... usually I'm on the giving end of the Silent Treatment, not the receiving end. *evil laugh* Beautifully portrayed.

I like this. Hell, I've done this. =) I can almost see this day, and this person walking through it. Very cool.

Although this seems somewhat small and simple after what Wyvern just wrote... I really like this. The words seem very powerful to me, and the speaker's warring emotions are almost tangible. Very well done.

It's not the same style, really, but this poem really reminds me of Poe's The Raven. With a far more amusing ending, of course. Good writing!

It's interesting that you all mention childhood, because I didn't even think of it. Childhood is kind of like a beginning to me, but this seemed more directed at an end, whether it be in adolescence, adulthood, or old age. LoL and a good eye on the Hollow Men... it's one of the poems I'd read lately, so it probably did influence it, a little.

I don't know you, but I'm sure it would be fun, so come back as soon as real life permits, okay? =)

"Death of a Whisper" Whisper. Anxious voices Tittered fright Skirting shadows Restless night Whimper. Darkened corner Bolted room Beacon snuffed Herald doom Scream. Viper reflex Pounding knells Fading daze Regret swells Whisper. Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep And if I die before I wake And if I die before I wake And if I - Tralla

I see it as very funny, but I also don't think it's morbid. It's almost like a dark version of a Carpe Diem poem. Very well done.

*adds her whistle to Gyr's appause* Very cool.

It's sad and beautiful at the same time. I love it.

The words themselves, and the message they sent, were so powerful I didn't even notice the rhythm was off (if it was). =) Wonderful poem.

That is very cool. And I agree with Peredhil, now I wanna write one too! =P

*indulges in a brief crazy happy dance before reverting to her normal, nondescript self with a happy grin* =D

* A relatively ordinary looking girl enters, casting about unobtrusively for the application desk. Spotting what she's looking for through a concealing screen of scraggly, mousy brown hair, she scurries over and places a small sheet of paper on the smooth wooden writing surface. Scribbling something swiftly in a small, neat script, the girl leaves her application in plain view and quickly exits the building. The slip of paper reads as follows: * I would like to join. Although I am perhaps more quiet than some, I am very active and willing to read, write, and contribute as much as possible. I submit a new poem for my application, for my stories are generally not in the "short" category and my rp'ing leaves much to be desired. Sincerely, Tralla "No Regrets" I was an almost happy child With almost tranquil teens I was an almost successful adult With many almost dreams I was an almost noted athlete With an almost remembered end I was an almost social person With many almost friends I almost had a spouse, to come home to every night I almost had a family, to bring meaning to my life I almost found religion, to fill my empty heart But in the end I found I’d made Far too many almosts from the start.