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About Tasslehoff

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    Protector of all Kenders
  • Birthday 07/12/1984

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  1. - Slowly rising from the ground after several hug-tackles the small Kender stretches out his aching legs " It really is good to be back guys. Nice to see some familiar faces. I hope all is well! I really wan..." Stopping mid-sentence the Kender wanders in a quick circle, much to the amazement of those around him.. Slowly he starts again.. " I GOTCHA! " yells Tass as he jumps for his Topknot yanking himself to the ground.. " Oh darn it! That was me.. -sigh- " murmurs the Kender as he lays on the ground collecting dust.. " A little help Appy? " asks.
  2. Nice little poem Appy. Scars are a great reflection of someones life history. There is often some story of some sorts that always follows the question: " Where did you get that? ". Even emotional scars are something I think everyone should hold onto, cause they make us who we are.. who we will be.
  3. With a quick tap of the feet, dust flies off the shoes like crazy. " Not having been moved in a very long time creates a lot of dust, " murmours the kender. After a quick tug on his tunic he wanders off. " I wonder if I still know my way around this glorious place " mumbles the kender. " We shall see.. " .. and so the adventure begins, once again ..
  4. Just wanted to let everyone know Im still alive. Going through a lot of stuff & super busy with work. Girlfriend has cancer & lots of problems with her girly stuff. Dr said kids in future is slim, so thats super troublesome, since we thought she might be pregnant about a month ago. In the process of moving in the next two months. Ill try to jump on IRC soon though. Miss all you guys. Tass
  5. To demonstrate my love for you Could be so easy as three words And because of this, I will do more than that In my own special way Through significant little gifts And the warmth of my touch Or through these nights of romance You deserve so much You are trapped in my heart You are always on my mind When you give me your love Our hearts intertwine Creating memories I couldn't dream of
  6. -~- Just a fore-warning. This piece is very ruff. I just started writing sentence after sentence. No plans on rhymes or flow at all. Just my usual, hectic, all messy time of writing. Been a while since I've shared anything, wish it could have been better, but this will have to do. -~- I have no clue whats right from wrong anymore Where things werent good enough, or where we went wrong I stay up all night looking into our stars No longer our stars, sitting solo on this balcony Bloodshot eyes, I cry yet another tear Strike down another good memory as the minutes pass I see the phone flash, feel it vibrate in my numb hands I try to lie, let you think Im better off with out you I tell you that I dont miss you anymore these days Hearing your disapointment, as you try to remain strong Feeling another piece of my heart fall The echos of my empty chest, not much more left .... Sitting straight up, wiping the sweat & nightmares from my body Looking over, curled up so tight, there you are Face of an angel, looking so cold with out my warmth Laying back down, mind at peace, heart slowing down Glad the nightmare is over as I pull you closer Feeling your arms wrap around me & your face on my chest Knowing the dream would never be true, for Ill never let go Watching the smile on your face, finally I can rest ..
  7. Sometimes the lights burn out on our journey Leaving us in the dark during our hardest hours. Sometimes the stars refuse to shine through the night Leaving us lost on our path through memories. Sometimes our hearts gives up on the easiest things Leaving us in nothing but solitude & pain. Never will my love for you fade through this journey Holding on through the darkness, Guiding you down the right path, Bringing you happiness & companionship.
  8. I rest upon this futon, and stare into space, watching the stars, as memories of that night drift on in. I remember it so vividly, kiss by kiss, the look on your face, that amazing smile, that I can never forget. You whisper your desires into my ears, as I feel your heart beat, as if we were only two people, in the world that night. We're taking this night for ourselves, with out a care in the world, the stars just get brighter, as the moments last longer. Holding you while thinking, I could want nothing more, but to hold you till the sun rises. How I wish you could be, here next to me, under these stars, as I close my eyes, and start over again
  9. & I thought I had snuck through un-knowticed.. =P Thanks Everyone.
  10. To be able to kiss your lips, Feeling the passion passing back & forth. To be able to hold you in my arms, Feeling as if the world has stopped turning. To be able to look in your eyes, Feeling nothing but the connection between our hearts. To be able to whisper in your ear, Feeling the goose bumps on your neck as I tell you I love you. To be able to call you mine, Feeling as if Ive finally found the other half of me.
  11. Cyril. My good friend it has been a long time. Ive meant to wander in here & comment before, when I first read it but times, are well ruff. I apologize so let me get to it! The meaning in this poem is so rich. It really works well. I want to re-read & such over & over to analyze & try to find something, but I cant. Nice to hear from you!
  12. reverie called me out! ha. No, I was planning on doing that, infact I had started. I was thinking about turning that into a quill quest of some sort, but my light bulb was stolen by Sephora. Sweet was kind of enough to actually catalog my works for me & email them to me. =) *hugs*
  13. *Slowly a a ragged, awefully skinny & rather tall kender wanders into the Cabaret Room, shivering from the extreme cold & lack of poetry. Finally reaching the front of the room, he clears his throat & begins* "Unfortunatly, one of our close friends fell victim to the devastation of this said Depression. Infact, its me, your neighborhood friendly Kender. I recently lost all my works do a Floppy Disc virus that was started in the early stages of the depression when new technology raided the market with CD & DVDs & even protable memory sticks. I was able to run & survive for quite sometime, but it finally caught up with me & my writings were destroyed by said nasty virus. So I stand here in front of my fellow friends & ask for you help in rebuilding my works! " [OOC. The Floppy disc that had all my poetry on it died today & I've lost all my works, except for the ones I've posted here at The Mighty Pen. So I was wondering if anyone would like to help me find all my old stuff. If you could just post one poem that is your favorite, that I've shared from the past in this thread & a short story about how & why it might be your favorite work of mine. Thank You All!] *Reaching into a small tattered pocket, Tasslehoff pulls out a small piece of styrofoam that he was able to grab from a nearbye garbage can. Upon the styrofoam was the following poem from the kenders past. Our last kiss is with me always, It's burnt into my lips, As soft & passionate as sun rays expire, Just as a summer days set in, before our darkest hours. Your beautiful voice is never silent, It's forever speaking to me, Making me stronger every moment, Smooting all my fear & my doubts that hide in these dark hours. Your touch will always enshroud my skin, With twice the strength I'll ever have, Support & me through all that stands in my way, With the compasion a true friend brings during the darkest hours While I can never repay you, For the wonder you brought to my life, I can forever be true, True to the fact I'll always be here for you ..In Your Darkest Hours..
  14. I understand what your saying. The title & the poem really have no revalance. I actually like the smaller second *title* better. Passion Burns. Fits more, I feel. The original title I got from listening to a song by Hawthorne Heights, in which that is part of the chorus, & it was fitting at the time cause when I originally wrote this piece it was only 4 lines long & was part of a letter I was writing to someone. So, thats where the smal elemental connection comes from. Later I decided to extend the piece. I also agree it needs some work. I shall hopefully tackle that later this week. Hopefully I can get it to flow better, like "Rain"
  15. Dare Me To Walk Through This Fire Burning My Heart & Soul. Dare Me To Walk Through This Fire, I Will Not Falter. Dare Me To Walk Through This Fire, What Will You Do When Im On Yourside? Dare Me To Walk Through This Fire, Dont Let Me Down. Dare Me To Walk Through This Fire.
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