Tasslehoff

* wanders in and sits in the booth. Slowly reading over the material, the kender leans slightly back in his chair and ponders the thought.. after a few minutes, he picks up his quill, and writes a story, a story about his past, which every kender is good at * As always, my story is a sad story. I never really wrote, I hated English class [still do] and well, I couldnt rhyme, and my [old] belief was poems had to rhyme, had to make since.. But anywho, on with it, Life was going great, my girlfriend and I where just going on 5 months, and I loved this girl, she was my soulmate [or so I though] and well, all of a sudden, the sky darken'd, the rain started pouring so hard, and the storm hit me.. We broke up, out of the blue.. No rhyme or reason. I was devistated, and I straight plummited into depression. All I thought about was death, hatred and anything else that comes with that blacken'd rose. There seemed to be no escape, and then one day, after a huge argument with my ex, [whom I still love deep down to this day] I went home, and it was late, like 4AM, I couldnt sleep, so I grabbed a piece of paper, and scribble down some harsh lines [searches through files to find first lines] and I came up with this: I sit here. Hand to knife. Knife to heart What holds me back? Is a mere memory of someone special. Yet each breathe that I take. Meant to be last. Is only part of the newest beginning? I listen to false promises of life, happiness... Yet the love I wish for evades me... Runs from me like darkness from light. Break away, I fall! Falling away from the sky, falling to HELL! Take me back, I ask to be with you, not with out you! I will go anywhere to be with you, way up high, down low, I never took, but I gave, let me take! Don't run away; don't leave me with out hope! The sacrifices I have shown!! And well, it relieved me a bit, I felt free. I didnt understand but I just embraced because it gave me life. I felt whole again, and so each time I get even remotly to that point, I try to write, if not on paper or pen, then in my head and I feel relaxed. Why on the internet? Well, some people say I have talent, and well, I come to the internet, because if my parents saw some of this, they would kill me, and I always feel my friends just say its good, cause we are friends. *with that said the kender slowly signs the bottom of his paper, re-reads it once or twice, slowly wiping away the tears from the drudged up memours of the past.. After puttin the chair back in its place, the kender slowly rises up, inserts his writing into the designated slot and drapes his hood over his head, covering up his swaying topknot, and heads out into the cold rainy nights of the past *

Very Interesting. I like it.

steps onto stage, infront of the mighty crowd, from well, no pun intended, but the The Mighty Pen.. Slowly working his way forward, the kender, kinda just stares out into the crowd and blinks a few times and then starts speaking Hello my fellow friends.. For some odd reason, I have decided I might try and get a few of my writings published in a book, just to see if I have what it takes.. But I need your help. Since I am overly critical on myself, it would be SO hard to decide.. So.. I would like to ask you guys to visit my site.. www.geocities.com/bluepenguino69 and read through my poems that are listed, and pleae, here, list 2 of your favorites.. Or maybe there are ones here at the pen you like, cause my site hasnt been updated with a few new ones.. So yea.. If you have a spare moment, please? with a nervous glance at all the blank faces, the kender slowly backs off the stage and bolts out the side door before he is pelted by Tomatoes for such a waste of a spair minute

Very Well done! Very Well Done! I got a beefy V-8 in my truck. MUA AH HA HA!!. lol

WoW. Quite nice! I like the tumbling.. *tumbles outta the room*

WoW.. Great work my grasshopper, Great work!

'¨¨°º©o.,,.o©º°¨¨°º© (-Prove II Me-) ©º°¨¨°º©o.,,.o©º°¨¨' I just want to be with you, Please dont leave me stuck in memories, Nobodys ever made me feel this way, I couldnt handle the pain all over again, I couldnt believe the day you ran into my arms, Dreams or reality? Knowing then and there of the love we share, A bond sewn through thick and thin, Looking into your eyes; Seeing the pain, Knowing I could never change what was said, Wishing the nights together didnt end, Please tell me your emotions arent pretendin' , I cant play the games again Dont wanna be left standin in the cold and dark, Afraid to feel; Afraid to make it real, ...Prove to me this isnt a dream...

Yea.. Go DOOM!

ha Ha.. Nope.. No angry kender needed

In spanish? WoW.. i wish I still knew a bit of Italian, it always seemed to flow a bit better than out hacked apart *english*. But either way, the poem is awesome!

From the moment I saw your pretty face, I knew you where what I had been searching for, I always prayed you felt the same, Nothing I could do or say; Just sit back and play the games, Win or Loose; Nothing changed, Always a step out of my grasp you where; Slipping through, Finally the day came and a possible new Beginning; Endless falsified lies is all that came, Scenery changed; Realization of this petty bastard love, It was never meant to be; Or so you make it seem, Throwing me down; You walk away, Not even a look back as you rub it in my face, Cursing the feeling rushing through my head; Gun to my temple, The room spins at an unforgiving pace, Then it ends; All quiet; Falling to the floor, Just to live another day; Another day playing the game; ....Hoping you love me too....

I Cry.. Not For The Loss Itself.. I Cry.. For The Way I Lost You.. I Laugh.. Not At The Memory Itself.. I Laugh.. For The Memory Of How You Made Me Smile.. I Blink.. Not Cause It Is So Bright.. I Blink.. For I Cant Believe It Is True.. I Die.. Not From A Sickness in Health.. I Die.. For My Heart It To Broken To Mend.. The Kender

Depression is a trully a topic, well written in poems. It seems I write a lot of depressing stuff. For me, its because I write from the heart, and well, I am just depressed a lot, trying to fix that though, but non the less, very well done Vincent. The Kender

I SO now that feeling. lol. The other day, I fell asleep in class!! Rut-Roh The Kender

-= Drugs of Lies =- I know what I should have said, I know that I messed up, Made a mistake; Broke my promise, You turned your back to me, Filling people minds with the lies, Just like the drugs filled yours, Now turned into the bad guy, Its over, The doors are closed, The darkness blocking my path even further, You said you were "sorry", I looked into your eyes, Yet all I could still see was the images, The images that have forever deemed me the "Bad Guy", There is no change; No chance, I can feel my heart die; And all the pain within this darkness, It kills me; Stabbing me repeatedly, And you ask why; You say I am crazy, But its cause I do care, And I know I wont let that become a lie, If only in this beholders eye... The Kender

Laying down; hiding under the falling leaves, The memories hit me full on; Unrelenting, A slow shadow of darkness floats by, Dragging the past in; Forcing the pain, Disalussioned by the shadows; Once again false believing, I see the mere image of you again this day, So lost with these hindered words; Mymouth sewn shut, Cant one see; I dont know what to say, Understanding; The cost of believing, For the love recieved; I must now pay, Storms a raging and surging in my head, Confusion ever growing; Lost in the question, Hiding from the answers; They are just futile lies, For here I lay for eternity, Re-living that last cursed question, The question of life or death...Death or Life... The kender

Falcon Depression is a most unfortunate thing in life. Its causes a lot of pain and usrely doesnt make things better. But just know, that ignoring your friend wont help, thats what they are for, just keep ya head up and everything will turn towards the sun again, shining as bright as new.. The Kender

Thanks Rune. I am actually trully happy with it also. I think this is one of my favorites.. Dont know about best, but -shrugs-, your best work always happens when you are dead. lol The Kender

Sabre, that was a good poem. Glad to see you around man.. Keep it coming. The Kender

Yes. I wrote that. The Kender

Well everyone here likes to read, or atleast has read one book and therefore they know where my name comes from.. The DragonLance serious.. Now why would I pick the kender, when I could be an elf, or the dwarve, or hell, even Caramon, but the truth is, though they are great characters, I was not eniterlly intrigued by their characters as I was by Tasslehoff Burrofoot.. he made me laugh, and at many time, I knew exactly how he felt, how he had gotten in such a position, in other words, I related very well, and plus, I was sick and tired of playing Legend of The Dragoon ( such my AM name begins with Lavitz ) and I needed something new.. =D The Kender

That is a very interesting poem, I like the explanation that leads into the poem. Helps a reader see, and imagine as if he/she was there, standing along side the poem, hearing these words as he might have.. Very well done. Bravo! Bravo! The Kender

hiding away in the dark, lonliness creeps over me, chills to the bone, blinded by the photos of the past, lost and cannot see. these games I do not wish to play, can barely rise to my feet, cannot ignore what these voices say, holding me down, struggling I try to fight, trying to do my best to stay afloat in this game, curse these nightmares day and night.. not going to stay down, gripping the edge of sanity, emotions flowing like an untamed river, thoughts surging through my head, standing upon my feet once again, no longer letting my mind lay dead... throwing the blindfolds away, blinking as I walk into the new light, never could forsee such a joyous day, stepping into the light things stay the same.... crawling out of my bed, wandering to the shower closing the door, leaving the *new day* behind, mumbling " just another night in eternities locks " I do cry.. --Well there is my newest poem.. But I must go.. Cant really explain it all, because I have to do my math homework on the other side.. -- The Kender

I dont know what to say. There is so much to say. Each day I fight the memours of the past, fight this ghost that wont let go of the bonds.. Each time I seem to crawl out of this dark and dreadfull hole, this ghost somehow undercuts me, slashes out my legs and I fall further, spinning in to darkness and cursed oblivion.. One day, I will hopefully fight back, stab you in your back as you have done me so often, and when that day comes, I will crawl out of your hole, and walk with your brother, The Future, and once again live my life to the fullest.. The Kender

I like it .. Its very.. Well brings a lot of images into your mind.. Very well done! Very well done! The Kender