purple_shadows

*Pokes* Happy birthday

happy [belated] birthday sal!

Yar maties! Ok, so we all know my answer, but Xai and I were discussing it, and we decided that we would open it up to you fine folks. Feel free to comment about why you think one is better. Remember, these are the generic nijas and pirates (the pirates don't have peg legs, and may be very hot like Mr. Jack Sparrow ) *dances around the room waving a half drunk bottle of Rum* (not by me of course) "YO HO! YO HO! It's the pirates life for meeeeee!

'Tis a poem. It's ll in the way that you read it I guess. but that's what it is and that's how it will stay. i guess you could say that it's having an identiy crisis, eh?

I kind of wish that I was not so...me. It's strange sometimes knowing who you are, and knowing that you're not that person. Not right now anyways. Like something got lost along the way and now that all the pieces are put together you realize there's one missing. But you don't know what it could possibly be because you've never felt so compleate and so sure of yourself. But it's missing and so you start to question if maybe it's not you, but the way you are seeing things. But the way you are seeing things, they aren't so bad. Are they?

*giggles manicly*

Into my sweats and out of my hose, Throw my heels back in the closet. Out come the hair pins and Off comes the makeup. Curl up on the couch with a blanket. Pick up the phone, But you’re still not home. I wonder how pretty her name is?

me too! Woot! I love surprises!

Ok, I'll bite, but I have a feeling I'll be having to come up with quite a few dinners. I guess it's a good thing that I like food.

I feel an odd sensation, Like a burning in my lungs It adds to my frustrations Has it really been so long? Must you test me; Tempt me, twist me? I've found you, Isn't that enough? Still I'll put the next foot forward And when I fall along the way, You'll pick me up and push me forward I'm holding on to faith.

yay1 more of my random inadequacies. Seriously though, if I had the words, i'd say them, so you'll just have to do with this Knight- it's always good to know that some people still go out of their way to be polite Gwaihir- thanks for being helpful and such. DL_Snake- dood, you seriously need to learn how to get excited about things. Zadown- happiness and excitement is in the mail, it should be arriving shortly. Wyv- Well, not much to say really, just that you're Wyv and we love you, and thanks for making people laugh. OCC: *huggles everyone because hugs are fun*

you know, something similar happened to my dad, and he and the girl decided things were fine, an then about 3 months later in the mail he gets a thing saying he has to go to court for a hit and run because the girl was suing for damage (which hadn't actually been anything). And she had taken down his liscence plate number, so they found him that way. Anyways, it sucked. but *hugs and such* i hope you feel better.

Ok, so I'm really bad with words...or at least when it comes to actually talking to people about stuff and such, and since i haven't managed to come up with the perfect letters I was planing on, well, I'm just going to have to wing it. So here goes: Falc- Thanks for telling me about the pen and getting me all interested and such. Also thanks for helping me with my computer when needed, and figuring out IRC. Aleaha- Thanks for reminding me about the pen a year after I told you about it, so that I could finally sign up. I don't hear from you as much as I'd like to, but when i do, it's always entertaining. I miss reading your poetry, and I can't wait to vist. I also still hold very firmly to the opinion that you would be a most excelent fool for halloween. Xaious- You are Xaious, and I enjoy that very much. You never cese to keep me entertained, especially whemn I am tired and you are even more so. OCC: more to come! yay for lists!*hugs* I love you all

Yay! *dances* congrdulations all of you.

Noticing a flyer posted on one of the tents, Shadows drops behind the other girls and reads the poster. She looks around quickly, to make sure the other two aren't watching and quickly scribbles down their names: Hannah Shadows PS She surpresses a giggle and then walks back to join her group with a new spring in her step. OCC: I'll PM their charecte descriptons later.

These are the only finished ones, in no particular oder. enjoy #1 Life's not slow, it comes and goes, Live it while you can. Don't let others drag you down, Don't get lost inside the crowd. Take the chance to speak your mind. Some people are best left behind. #2 Sunrise over skyscrapers A man-made forest Where concrete flows like water #3 The darkness I am not afraid of the dark Though within it I may tremble The flicker of feeble candlelight Does little to mask it, and infact May make it grow When the light goes out, All that surronds you is gone True, you can reach out and touch it But what's the use if you can't see? For you can't feel the emotion of an object To do that you must see it's tone There is nothing in the darkness Nothing to comfort and protect Unless you are there And i can feel your heat You're love and guidence Because you see I'm not afraid of the darkness I'm afraid of being alone #4 Take a look at the beautiful things around you Find them quickly so they thrive Or else like everything that surrounds you They may shrivel up and die Plant your roots firmly in the ground Make it clear just where you stand Or else the wind will sway you And break you from the land #5 The Secrets Out You never listen to a word I say, Black and white, but never grey. If I stand up, you'll make me fall, I cannot live unless i crawl. I can't give up, you won't give in. You use your fist, but you won't win. Blood, bruises, anger, pain, All this hate, yet I remain. You always try to make me cry, What you call me makes me die. Trash, slut, worthless, whore. I don't think I can take much more. Taking what was never yours, You hide it all behind locked doors. Someday i'll posses the key, I'll make you look, and then you'll see.

mapquest sucks! However, it's the only one I know of. Don't count on it to ever give you easy or fast directions. Ever.

*flyingtaklehugs* thank you Ozy *hugs again* whoohoo. I'm all excited that it's up and done and things! Yay! *hugs*

Hannah sits in the corner of her darkend bedroom sharpening her knives. She'd heard a report of a few vampires the next town over causing some trouble. She pauses hearing a knock on the door. "Come in," She says and goes back to what she was doing. Shadows twirls in "How do I look?" she asks. "Stunni8ng as always, but I'm sure the vamps won't care. Is PS almost ready?" "Yeah she's in the kitchen" "Good," Hannah say standing up, let me take care of my hair." PS hears the faint sound of music floating down the street outside. She walks to the front door, to try and figure out what it's all about, as the music gets closer she realizes it's actually a group of people singing. Dut dut dut dut dut duh, dut dut dut dut dut duh. she feels a srtong urge to wiggle around and kick out her foot. Her rats nose twitches and it's whiskers tickle her ear. They walk out onto the street and PS grabs onto the waist of the last person that passes. She whises she could see what all the comotion is about. Dut dut dut dut dut duh, dut dut dut dut dut duh. Shadows and Hannah stand in the kitchenstaring dumbstruck at the front door standing ajar. PS is nowhere to be found. "Dood, you didn't tell me you sister was prone to random wandering durring our interview." "Oh well, um, yes. She has a tendancy to lose track of what's going on." "and I thought she was supposed to be the sane one. Where on earth would a blind girl wander off to?" "Are there any woods around?" "Just a few. Wait. Do you hear that?" "what?" Dut dut dut dut dut da, dut dut dut dut dut duh. 'what music?" "Shhh! Just listen!" Dut dut dut dut dut duh, dut dut dut dut dut duh. "that's strange, it makes me want to dance." "Let's go check it out, maybe PS heard it too." Dut dut dut dut dut da, dut dut dut dut dut duh. The two catch up to line. "Heya Shadows!",PS chirps brightly. 'Check out my moves! i'd like to see a vampire try to resit this! Shadows and Hannah laugh a PS's antics and both join the back of the line. Dut dut dut dut dut da, dut dut dut dut dut duh. Dut dut dut dut dut da, dut dut dut dut dut duh. from somewhere up front they hear Peredhil's off key (and horribly off tune singing).

Have you ever been afraid of life of love of god? What if you're not really afraid of what you think you're afraid of? What if you're really just afraid of losing it? of not being good enough Have you ever wanted to scream and shout at the top of your lungs for all the injustices that have been caused? that you've caused What if no one is really out there who hears you? What if we really are all alone? What if I jump and no one's there to catch me? then what? would this still be worth the risk? things are always scary when you're learning to let go

Shadows dance across the cobblestones, cast by the sconces hung in the doorway of the fourtune teller's abode. The musky scent of incense fills the air. Looking up from the street bellow a sillhouette stands in the window, watching, waiting. No one knows what for. Yet every night just as the sun is setting there she stands, hands pressed flat against the slowly cooling window pane, staring towards the rapidly darkening horizon.

"this would be a lot easier if you just took off your shirt" -why fishnet and piercings don't get along. "Sweetie, I know you're having fun, but could you please leave my boobs alone, I'm trying to concentrate here." -Why one should never wear shirts with zippers on the front "Look at the size of that cock!" "I wish mine was that big."- the dangers of 4H roosters

and I do Tai Chi. We don't have belts or Gi's in that! Besides if you can't find one, what's wrong with sweatpants?

I should probably explain the background of the poem a little bit more. Looking back over my little bit, I don't think I did that very well, I left a few things out. Such as the fact that all of the art durring that time period was religious and iconographic. The artist was never important, only what they were painting, and as such, we don't know who painted the majority of them. While perceptions of beauty is a large part of this, it also has to do with the struggle to identify spiritually as an artist, and also identifying yourself with a piece. So what then decides the real from the fake? The art from the artist? What is spirituality? What does beauty have to do with it? What makes art art? And what about the artist? What were they like? How might they have felt about themselves in relationship to their work? I don't know how you read the lines, but you have to read them slowly, with very little pause at the end. The first verse is more musing. Thinking about a piece that perhaps you have just done. The second is seeing yourself in the painting, more specifically a religious one, and feeling spirtually inadequate. And the questions at the end question how seperate the artists of the time were from what they were painting. I am working on fixing it up a bit. Maybe changing some wording, to get my point across a little more clearly. for now, I hope this helps with anything you weren't sure about..

"Any hope of getting our hard earned geld back for bachlors that have not come through?" inquires a dejected Shadows. "Mine was fun," quips PS. "Yours showed up." "Yes well, that might have to do with it a bit," She attempts. "Anyways, I have a present for you." PS holds out a malformed hunk of branch. "What is it?" "Seems whittling was never my thing, so now it's just a club. You seemed like you could use it." Shadows brightens visibly "We're going a'huntin'!' She says, a gleem in her eye. "That's not exactly what I had in mind" But Shadows is already gone. OCC: Not exactly happy that my date didn't get written. I'm still able to look at it with some good humor, but as the months have gone by, I've gotten really agrivated about it. It's to a point where actually getting my date wouldn't be enough because note even a PM has come my way and that's just downright rude. Especially since I've seen posts from him around the board recently. As Falc found out in a real life situation, I don't like being stood up, and I don't like being forgotten. So, Ozy, if you read this, know that there will be hell to pay come winterfest if I don't get my date written. Because I feel disrespected and that is not cool.