Zariah

Zariah stumbles in, arms full of parchment crinkled and bunched. She sits down and begins to flatten all the wrinkles out. Ready to lift, Zariah pulls the parchment above her head. It reads: We are ALL Interested!!! Please tell us in detail the story! Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Aardvark!!!!!!!! After lifting the paper over her head for several hours, Zariah slumps into her seat, with sore arms and exhausted from her efforts. She mumbles under her panting, "Just....tell....us." Crumpled in a ball, Zariah anticipates Aardvarks explaination.

At first, when I came to realize that I was different, that I didn't fit in to the "crowd", when I saw that people were suffering and those who weren't were not helping those who were, I wished. I wished that everyone had equal money, equal opportunity. Then I realized that if the way that Castro dominates Cuba, where everyone has their lives planned out for them and everyone "has the same", that really, Castro has it good and everyone else is suffering there. No matter what changes, what could be "different" it will be the same idea: That some have is easy and well and some have it hard and suffer. Humans whether they want to admit it or not, are like viruses. They use each other. Now that isn't always a bad thing. For example, I use my boyfriend as a listener of my problems; I use him to support me. That's not a bad thing, because he does the same to me. It could be re-termed to "friendship". And some use others for power, or money, or image. It's just how we are as humans. While the "government" or "society's image" are "not fair" to those who don't fit in, it would feel the same to others if they were the ones who didn't fit in and we did. You win some, or you lose some. The goal would be to help those who have it worse than you. While merely giving money to charity seems like it’s not much of a help, maybe you could join the Peace Corps and spend time with them. Making a difference in one person’s life, could fill that void that makes you feel "left out". I do understand that even if you could "fit in" you wouldn't want to. Neither would I, but the feeling of being "the odd man out" does bring emotions of loneliness or anger. I think that also, if you have belief in a higher power, you could ask him/her to guide you to a better understanding of why things are the way they are. Perhaps you were just born in the wrong century. I know I feel that way. But I think that trying to rebel against what is, doesn't necessarily mean starting a revolution of anger. Martin Luther King was a peaceful man, and he made a HUGE difference. Just hold on to your principles and try to understand that human nature is a big factor to as why we use each other and why the choices that people make leave others out. At least that is part of what I think (for the time being).

Truly beautiful. This brought tears to my eyes. It reminds me of those posters that have moral messages on them, like the one about the man walking along the shore and he says, "Oh God how come when times were good there were two sets of footprint-you walking with me, but during the hard times there was only one set? Were you deserting me?" And God responds, "No my child. Those were the times I was carrying you." Anyways, very touching and great imagery! You always have beautiful poetry.

Heehee that was so cute! More more!!! Cheers to thee!

Lately I have been so stressed, I’ve failed to even be depressed. Emotions ignored to do school work, My painted face formed in a smirk. Loved ones think I’m doing great, Yet this is what I truly hate. My temples throb, my stomach knots, Like wicks burn slow, my patience rots. The “Big Picture” sits as my reward, Despite the fact I’m so darn bored. Until my papers are complete, My bum shall numb on this hard seat.

I would probably put a secret camera(s) on the front and back of my car. Then, when people are rude drivers and drive irrratically (which happens a lot in the DC Metropolitan area)I have the license plate numbers on tape, as well as the incident to use as proof with the police. It's also funny to see what people do when they are driving or at stop lights.... whether they be on their cell phone, singing and danceing to music, putting on make-up, shaving their beard with an electric shaver, reading, yelling at the passengers...all sorts of things that are really distracting.

Zariah and Crow watched all the different activity unfold throughout the ballroom. Zariah felt new emotions that she never had experirnced before. "Crow, even though I haven't met everyone, I feel as if I BELONG here. You know? As if I was MEANT to stay here. This has been quite an evening so far, and I have so enjoyed our time together so far." "Caw Kah cah Kaw," Crow remarked. "Well, thank you Crow, you are truly a good friend. The question is, will Nyyark arrive at all to the Ball?" Crow gave a look of concern.

OOC: Well, for those of you lovely pen members who missed me for the past couple of weeks, I am back! I had some trouble getting my room switched, but I am all moved in and like my new roomates. They are really nice and although the room is way smaller than my old one, but Oliver helped me move in all cozy! Now, I have a lot to catch up on and a new beginning here at George Mason to attend! Wish me luck and say a prayer for me! I am also excited about all the activity here, I feel like it's a renewed community! Love to all!!!! *Katy* (Zariah)

Zariah receives her quill and takes a gentle bow. Quietly she exits the room and procedes to her quarters, eager to test it out with a new poem. OOC: Hey ya'll I am sorry for my recent absence. Life has been tough lately, and I am having to write two papers, study for a midterm, AND move into another dorm after dealing with the loss of my best friend due to unreconcilable differences. I have been at my home and my computer is broken, so I will be lucky if this post actually finds its way to the thread. I shall be back to normal by Thursday November 6th. WOOT for all the promotions and thank you!!!

That was a beautiful poem, Zen! You had rhyming stanzas and all! This was my favorite stanza, and I have felt this way too. Excellent Poem, Zen!!! *Hugs*

You are in me and my family's prayers. I have a cousin and her hubby and two kids over there who are dealing with the fires, and i hope that all who are there can find peace, soon. I heard that Arnold S. came to D.C. to ask for support and money for the fires. I also heard it is costing billions of dollars. I hope that it gets better soon, and I mourn for the loss of God's beautiful forests.

Storm Clouds: Blankets of cotton that become too saturated with God's tears (For he is sad of how our society is diminishing into hate, and sin) that become too wet, and the excess tears fall down to Earth. And the wind comes when God blows his nose.

Evil? Could someone define Evil? Because I could say that I could do things that were wrong, or sinful. But my definition of Evil would be letting the devil work through me to cause harm to myself or others. Is Evil necessarily bad? Quite confuzzled.

Zar-ee-yah.. quick, simple....there ya go!

Yey! A new Troubador! The Pen is blessed! Congrataroos!!!!!

This reminds me of some of the poetry I write, when I am working through my own issues. It definitely brought chills up my spine. (That's a good thing) It reminded me of a beautiful voice singingand capturing the spirit of all who listen. The blue voice is what can help every person feel better about themselves. I even think I might have one somewhere, and it was very refreshing to remember that. Thank you so very much for sharing!

Covered in Cake, and ready to leave, Zariah headed toward the door. Crow appeared and Zariah thought, Great timing with a sarcastic tone. Zariah sighed. Well, at least I danced. At least I wasn't the clumsy one this time. Better off that Crow wasn't here. I want to make good impressions with her. After all, she is the only one who can really understand me. Except maybe Nyyark too, but....he's different. Different than the members here at the Ball. Perhaps... Crow glanced over to see Zariah covered from head to toe in cake icing. She quickly made her entrance and hopped over to poor Zariah. "Caw Kah Kaw Kahh kaw," Crow mentioned with a tone of pity. "I know. I KNOW...." Zariah sighed, "I wasn't the clumsy one though... Gwaihir was when he was dancing with me." "Kaw cah?" "Yes, I know. I just thought I'd try to socialize. After all, I have been here for a year and never spent any time with ANY of the members here. You do understand, Crow?" "Kaw." "Anyways, you look lovely Crow. Your feathers are so shiny and fluffy!" "Kaw?" Crow cocked her head to the side in curiosity. "Oh, um...nevermind. Where is Nyyark anyways?" "Kah cah kah kaw kah caw cah kaw." Crow quickly said as if she were willing to tell the truth, but knew she couldn't betray Nyyark. "So he has an urgent matter, huh? Well, that sounds fishy to me, but I won't ask." Zariah said with curiosity. "Let's go to the refreshment table, so I can wipe this cake off with a napkin." "Kaw."

Absolutely beautiful, "Doomy", this truly touched my heart. I was awake the night before last, recalling so many memories I had forgot about. I stored them away, hoping that they would dissapear, knowing they happened, pretending that they didn't. But song unlocked all the pain, and I cried for hours until the dawn approached. I pondered whether I was "over" my past or running from it... But whatever it is that I experienced in my past, helped me become SO much stronger, and I am grateful for that much. Without my pain, I would not know the degree of goodness there is in so many people, like you, and others here at the Pen. You are quite a poet. I never realized before, but you are quite profound.

Originally, Zariah headed back toward Sam, when she decided to position herself along the wall and observe the dancing couples across the room. I suppose it would be pleasant to have a significant other. I wonder what it would be like if I had friends of my own. Perhaps I can attempt to play a part in this fascinating event, since Nyyark and Crow have NOT shown up yet. Not that I can have high expectations of anyone… I am sure there is some explanation. And from what Crow has told me of Nyyark, the reason must be amusing. Oh! Good, Sam is talking with another; I think his name is Merelas. Zariah found a bench and moved it to the wall. As she sat, a commotion with the lighting from the direction of Saylene caused her to become motionless. Interesting….Magic can be alarming. Perhaps, I will read for a while. As Zariah, began to involve herself, a huge commotion sounded from the entrance. There is A sofa? The Mighty Couch!? What the….? Sticky popped up from the middle cushion. Oh…hmm...whatever that was about. Zariah turned the leaf and read on. Moments later, the lights went away and a spark flew into the air, and then it appeared as if there were indoor fireworks without the loud sound accompanying. Zariah, annoyed, put her book down and stood up to stretch her legs. To her right, Wyyvern was making a commotion of his own. What is with that lady with a purple boil on her face? My goodness, it’s growing! That’s really funny, but I should refrain from laughing. I GIVE UP on this reading; I believe I am going to move elsewhere! As Zariah headed to the door, she felt a presence behind her. Zariah turned around and withheld herself from laughing. What is he wearing?! Well, I guess that is the custom? I have no clue what is normal….perhaps there is nothing normal around here. Is he going to talk to me? Oh boy, I am not good at these things. Oh no! If he asks me to dance, we will surely cause a jumble, because I am clumsy AND poor at customary dancing. Ok, Zariah, DEAL. Zariah took a gulp, and slightly nodded her head. “Hello, I don’t believe we have formerly met. I am Zariah, Lady of the Crows.”

Welcome Back! You were missed! I look forward to more of your posts!

Welcome, Quinton McTish, I would like to intriduce myself. I am Zariah, Lady of the Crows I sincerely hope you decide to make the Pen your second home!

I want to see some of your stories! I would also like to hear more about their history, too!

I hope so too, and I appreciate your thoughts in poetic form! Nicely written.

My communications teacher began talking about a group, well a HUGE group of sub-groups located everywhere (16 different kingdoms with groups under those too) where a live guild takes place. There are meeting and all kinds of fun 18th century stuff takes place. Mostly, it is weapons making and battling. If anyone has free time or is interested in checking it out, the main website is: Society for Creative Anachronism And then you can look for nearby kingdoms and then groups. It's pretty kickin' and I just thought I would share my enthusiasm! This is also an easier way to learn more about what SCA is: Introduction to SCA

Don't you love Gwai's wiggly cabbages?? You are most welcome here, and this is a place where you can write because you want to, and you can write to get better at writing too! But most of all, it's a place to have fun! http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif :wizzie: (As you can see, I go crazy with the smilies!)