X-Sabre

Great idea for a poem. A bit sappy for my tastes, but eh, what can I say. I like the diminishing line from each stanza, draws you closer to end. Adds a good flow to the poem. Glad I was able to help with that last line for ya.

LOL, Sorry Zool. I'm just not a huge fan of DMB. I'd rather see Keller... freeks unite! *pouts cuz he's probably the only one*

Thanks Vlad, that's the kind of help I need.. I need to remember to post desired feedback level. But um, yeah I actually said the same thing after I reread it. I'll work on the first stanza and see if I can get it sounding better. Thanks again.

I doubted there would be a large number of people planning to attend the show, especially with this being an international society. I just figured I'd ask, cuz I heard there might be a couple more jamband freaks in the pen.

To hide behind a dark demeanor, is to be the one who is oh so scared. To live a lie, constructed out of fear, is to be tangled up and ensnared. To be the one who snarls and snaps, is to be afraid of your own mind. To have a persona doomed to collapse, is to wish for a button, rewind.

Yeah, I know it's an American thing, and Dave Matthews is the only band I'm gonna try my hardest to avoid. I'm just not a fan of a babbling moron. Dylan on the other hand.. now that will be awesome, just like it was the last time I saw him.

For those of you that don't know, Bonnaroo is a huge music festival that takes place during the summer. Multiple stages, multiple acts. A complete overload of musical stimuli to choose from. I'd like to see if there is anyone else going to it this year.. cuz if you are, better buy your tickets this week. They'll be sold out soon.. 11 days it took to sell out last year. If anyone else is going, let me know, I'll try to meet up with you if I'm not too lost in the music.

Another innocent loses his life due to my incompetence. *sighs*

It seems some want to accuse me of this hideous crime, I am quite offended. Called away to sick family member, and as I return, I am accused. I admit, I have not been a very talkative person, but that is due to my own nature. I am quiet protector, I do not speak unless needed to speak, and I do not act without deep thought. It seems I shall put my vote towards Kyosuke, but not without great dismay. OOC: I've been really busy with work, and haven't had a chance to vote. Sorry about that.

Wow man, I'm absolutely amazed. And to think, some goofy guy I work with can actually write. Great, glad to see you posting here. If you ever get the urge, you can always join our group, just gotta submit an application. I'll even sponsor you, but wait.. that probably wouldn't look good. Nevermind, I'm going back to rambling incoherently before sleep.

Hmm, I suppose my vote shall go with Iron Chef as well. Being too quiet bothers me, even if I am a quiet person myself.

Some valid points have been said thus far. The tourist is rather suspicious, and of course none of this started until after he arrived. But then again Kinjuru-san was the first person affected by all this. Has anyone stopped to think Kinjuru-san has any enemies? All questions must be asked before any true accusations are made. OOC: Still no vote... Not yet, although I have one in mind for soon.

Ninjas, wovles, shapeshifters, any of these possiblities. *sighs* Something must be done about this before any more blood is shed. I, Sawato Koun(OOC, I put that correctly right?), shall put a stop to this. Quietly looking round the room, Koun tries to gaze within the eyes of all present, hoping to catch a glimpse of some sort of evilness in their soul. I shall hold my vote for the time being, until some sort of new evidence occurs. I shall be watching all of you closely.

I'll need a name as well.. I'm not great with names and stuff. *shrugs*

I got an awesome new job that I'll be running in less than a year. So, that is just w00t.

Laying in bed, my eyes closed tight. Sound comes from afar, drip drop. Eyes spring open, on goes the light. From where does it come?!?, drip drop. Spring out of bed, quick to find the source. Stumble over clothes, fall to the floor. The noise sounds like a code, morse. This sound, I cannot stand anymore! To the faucet I go, must stop the leak. If this continues, I'll never get to my job. It seems turned off, although I feel weak. Using my might, I try to turn the knob. To sleep I go, in this comfortable bed. Time to get some rest, silent is zen. But that alarm is back in my head. The water begins to drip again. This is still unfinished. Any comments/suggestions would be gladly appreciated

Hmm, a 2nd werewolf game. Well, I'm up for it, even if I didn't do a great job last time. Here's to more killing!

Oy, I have hidden from you this far Salinye, but I suppose it cannot last forever. And to think, I wrote a bit while you've been gone.. Ooh, you're a good slave driver! And good luck Sal, we'll all be here waiting for ya.

*shrugs* To be sober, with such a heavy decision on my head. I need a drink. Nave, you've trusted me for a long time, but I don't trust people. Tanny, you.. well, I don't trust you either. and Mira, of course I don't trust you. To cast my vote, I shall go with Nave... You are too quiet for my likings. Much too scared and fragile. I believe a viciousness lurks inside you. OOC.. Vote for Nave. Sorry

I'm not really trying to polish my stuff anymore. Just writing it, and being done with it for the time being. Rewrites come later when I can look at the poem clearly without the emotion in my head.

High above the circus ring, walking on a tightrope, I look down, weakening. My mind losing all hope. The people staring up at me, I wonder what they think. As I balance just barely, "Man does he really stink." Inside of the big tent, walks a scared man. He does this all to vent, in the only way he can.

Hmm, Nave, I still wonder if you might not even know that you are the wolf. O_o

That's right. Happy b-day and all that good stuff.

All of this energy spent, lost in the stream of time. Wondering why they've went, it feels like a bad crime. People ask how I am so strong, to have faced all that I've seen. But maybe they're all wrong. And their vision not so keen. How do you bury a friend? Standing so strong for everyone. Only to see another life end. Asking it to be all undone. I stand solemn, like a pillar, I don't speak, nor do I sigh. It's all nothing but filler, I'm just too weak to cry.

*sighs* Apparently, I am too much of a drunk to save the people. I am sorry, I shall try to sober up for these last couple days.