Alaeha

Religion is like High School. There's a lot of crap out there, but if you look really hard, and you can put up with the people who take themselves and their opinions too seriously, you can find something worthwhile. Likewise, both should be taken with a certain amount of salt.

I agree... People use Love to mean so many things... Lust, Romantic Love, Sibling Love, Friendly Love, Infatuation (Crush), A Strong Liking Toward or Preference For... I'm sure there's more, but I haven't yet been awake for more than maybe 30 minutes, so I'm not at my best.

*Laughs* Very nice... But you forget the hassle value of the pencil. A standard pencil must be sharpened after one, perhaps two pages of writing. The mechanical pencil must be clicked into place again, and when a piece of lead nears its end, it will often slip out of position on you. Many a time, I've attempted to erase even the lightest of pencil markings only to find that I had an enormous smudge approximately two inches in diameter. The line or scribble of a pen is far less intrusive, in my opinion. Granted, if you wish to change an entire line, you may wish you had written it in pencil... But for myself, I've found that the low level of maintenance and the ease with which the pen flows across the page (as opposed to the scratchiness of the pencil) are more than sufficient compensation, for if I wished for neatly written words on an otherwise pristine sheet of paper, I would have typed them up and run the file through the printer.

For some reason, my preferred medium depends very much on what I'm writing. For Poetry and Stories, I prefer a Pen. Preferably a Gel Pen, with the color varying according to my mood. For Plays, I've found that I'm most at home typing them up with my keyboard, with whatever font I happen to have in use. I never use pencils if I can avoid it... If I must use a pencil, I prefer one of the mechanical variety... Though the idea of long sharp nails with fresh human blood has a certain appeal too, assuming that the blood comes from people I dislike. I even have the required long, sharp nails... though for some reason I can't imagine myself writing legibly with my pinky.

You would be correct... Mostly surprise. The thread hadn't been used for quite some time. Don't let me keep any of you from posting your stuff... Even if I did dislike this... it's not as if it's hard to not read a thread.

I had thought this thread to have been deceased, mourned, buried, and allowed to drift into a state of forgotten oblivion...

Bleh... Can't really say much to that, can I? *Hugs* Had almost expected a Python reference... no such luck. Much as I hate to hurt people, if "people" (if you can call them such) like that were executed, I would not only take a turn, but apply for a job as executioner... I think. Or perhaps I'm just more bloodthirsty than usual today. *Hugs again*

Hey! I liked the poem... Happy Birthday, Chanz!

Not all that strange. It's a good piece... I rather liked the contrast between the different sorts of hatred that was made in the first little bit... Hatred and Anger have a lot in common. There's the Hot variety that blinds you to logic and reason, leading to rash decisions; and there's the Cold variety, which leads to careful aggression as you try to protect yourself while attacking the other. (Primarily because by maintaining your own health, you gain more opportunities to harm the subject) There may be others, but that seems to me to be the contrast that was pointed out there... But then, that's just me, too. I may well have been reading it wrong.

Happy Birthday! *Grumbles* I never have been able to stretch that out... How about this? "May the day which commemorates the seventeenth anniversary of your birth be filled with joy, happiness, and perhaps a chuckle or two!" That any better?

*Laughs* I thought that whole tangent rather cute, myself... Glad to know that there are people out there who know that not every situation merits an emoticon, though...

Good Poem... Glad you were accepted. *Hugs ImmortalGrace* There. Now you have someone to hug other than yourself. Welcome!

Unless I'm misremembering (Which is entirely possible) Mark Twain had at least two cat quotes. One stated that a cat who sits on a hot burner will never sit on a hot burner again; but neither will he sit on a cold one. The other stated that a man who carries a cat by the tail will learn something which he can learn in no other manner. But unfortunately, you've stolen all of my feedback, Master Peredhil... So for my commentary, I'll make it brief: Dittos to previous post, on all counts. *Hugs*

Myself, I was immensely pleased to see that you'd posted something... I've been needing good reading material. I was, impressed by, among other things, the way in which you described the son... The crack about looking like an anime character was masterful, not only because it got the point across, but because while doing so, it also avoided the resentment that some people feel when reading about a character more attractive than themselves. Hrm... I know there was more that I liked, but I think that was honestly one of my favorite parts... But then, I'm a dedicated Xanth reader, as well, so that's to be expected. Thanks for posting it... You really should write more.

Well... If you don't mind a suggestion or two, I've got a couple... The line "Happiness is but a mere delusion" seemed a bit rough to me, and I found myself rephrasing it mentally to (alternating between the two) "Joy is but a mere delusion" and "Happiness a mere delusion". Your thoughts on the matter? The other thing is just a matter of grammar, mostly, though it does seem to alter the flow slightly... It seems to me that the phrase "A lonely person is me" is incorrect... While it is true that me is, while I am, in this case I think that you need "I", rather than "Me". (And you might try altering the rhythm somewhat by reading it with "one" instead of "person". The altered line would read "A lonely one am I" But if you weren't looking for suggestions/criticism, please unread the previous lines. I really liked this... I sympathize, and the mechanics of it were handled much better than some published works... Anyway, I'll give the thread to whoever wants to use it at this point, with my apologies for letting my inner critic loose upon you.

Hmm... Not my work, so I can't come up with a good title, I'm afraid... The only idea I'm getting is to put in some reference to the Blue Pills... But I liked this. The rhyme scheme is interesting. And... I didn't find this terribly sad. Perhaps it's because I write mostly dark poetry. I thought it was a... not happy per se, but certainly not tragic poem. The person decided not to commit suicide. That's cause to be happy, not sad... But I'm done now. Thanks for posting this!

I wrote it when I was depressed a few weeks ago. Just now got around to typing it up because I realized that I've gone nearly inactive. Anyway, here's the poem... Questions, Comments, Complaints, Criticisms, and pretty much anything else starting with a "K" sound are welcome. Land of the Fey Locked off from the world, alone by his choice, he's lost in the darkness, unseen. Invisible? Yes, but no one hears his voice, and there's nothing, nobody to lean on. No one hears his cries, for he's shoved them away, and he's locked his depression inside. He's alone in his world, except for the fey and the demons. Alone. He can't hide. His family sees him, but rarely he speaks. When he does, no emotion is shown, for he knows that if ever his dark brooding leaks they'll take all that he loves, all he's known. In the Land of the Fey, in the Land of his Mind, all he knows is in danger. But yet, he can't truly fight, or the humans will find them and slowly they'll make him forget of the wonders he's seen and the peace that once came when he entered the world in his head. Trapped between two bad options, he bursts into flame in his mind, and he takes to his bed. Unable to save what he loved, though he tried, he preserved what was left, frozen still, when he died.

Smeg? Smeg? I like this... Maybe it's because I can sympathize. "I'm gonna eat you little chicky..." (Got to love Red Dwarf...)

Well, it took me a while to get around to replying here... Sorry about that. I really liked this. It struck me as being more a monologue for a drama thing than a story, but that's probably because of the way it was told. The attitude, though, seems remarkably similar to what my own would be... Unfortunately, my time is brief, so my message is as well... My apologies for that. Just wanted to give my approval.

... Ahh... Very, very belated... Sorry Blondemoon, hadn't meant to imply that it was Peredhil's birthday. I pour my apologies out upon you in an abundant shower for my lack of clarity. (Ok, so I felt like being longwinded... )

*Hugs Yui* Don't feel bad... I've been mispronouncing that one horribly, and I'm usually good at that sort of thing. I was biting my thumb at myself for a while, for that one. Can't beat a good Shakespearean insult. "Do you bite your thumb at me, Sir? ... (Is the law on my side if I say yes?)

Well, Happy Birthday, for any that applies to. And a Very Merry UnBirthday to the rest of us. (Thanks to Peredhil, as well, since that's what the thread was originally about... *Hugs*)

*Laughs* The sad thing is that this makes sense to me, and I know I'm not the particular male you meant... Perhaps it's because many of my friends use the word Huggle. or Hugglez... Anyway, I liked this. Certainly used some unusual rhymes, which is always a good thing. *Hugs*

This'll be interesting... If you've ever heard of Ottava Rima (Which probably translates as something roughly similar to "Eight-lined rhymes" or some such) I'm stealing the rhyme scheme of that. This is a "style" that I taught my Writing class at school. A true Ottava Rima is written in Iambic Pentameter, but I won't hold you to it if you don't like Iambs or any such. The rhyme scheme is ABABABCC, or (if you will) a quatrain and a half (using the same rhymes of course) followed by a couplet. Here's an example: Procrastinating 'til the time had come, and then run out, he cursed the clock. And then to make the point in "style", bit his thumb before returning focus to his pen. Though he was called ridiculous by some, he knew not who, or where, not even when. It didn't bother him, for it was true that he was silly. If they only knew...

*Laughs* I'm rather good at steering the accursed carts... But I absolutely hate the ones with stuck wheels, that always list off to one side. The infernal things are more trouble than they're worth... Thanks for an early morning/late night laugh!