cryptomancer

I write and I know that I can never read my words. I write and I know that tonight my eyes do not see. My eyes do not see page or word, For tonight I write in the blood of a broken heart, Upon the torn page of my soul. …… I once stood upon the edge of myself, And open field of dreams, letting all see What I was, who I could be. Then I placed a brick, then the second. The third was easy to explain, as the wall grew. Behind a wall I stand. Upon its weathered face I lean. I have seen it weather the storms of my life. I build it to protect, to hide. And in this sanctuary I shall die. This wall I built to hold at bay, The life of pain it kept away. I stood behind and saw Faces turn from what they saw. I smiled to see them walk away I longed to find the one who would stay. Through my wall she did walk. Seeing not a wall. Only all I was. Never flinching. Never fleeing. I loved her then. I love her now. Always forever. Each day deeper. She stands now beyond my wall. Looking in at my breaking form. Behind a wall I stand. Upon its weathered face I lean. I cannot sleep. I cannot dream. Shedding tears upon the stone. Aching. Crying. All alone. ……

Have you ever not noticed a blood nose even with a lot of people asking if you are ok...... Untill you got told to go look in a mirror? MMMMMM Adrenalin...... Give me more of that!!! (Yes it was a fight, but fully sanctioned by an internationally affilliated national organisation)

With a small splash, two molluscs landed in a small triangular puddle of muddy water in the left hand corner of the intersection of two rather empty streets. As they crawled up the curb onto the footpath, the odd sensation of knowing passed over them both. Melvin turned to his companion, "Vinnie, I think we just missed our bus." Vinnie looked at melvin, face touched with sadness, "Yes," he said..... I can feel it in my slime. Meanwhile..... A small patch of slim looked at the footprint in its middle.... "Darn, Do you know how hard it is going to be to remove that?" It asked of no-one in particular. And then.... On the left hand corner of the intersection of two rather empty streets, A bus pulled up beside two molluscs......

I gave up worrying what people thought of me at the end of highschool. When I went to uni I put up a wall... I taught myself to read people, by watching them, and to mask my own thoughts. It works, most of the time.

*hugs mynx* things will work out, they always do..... For in the hour of your greatest pain, love ever holds to you. In the time of greatest turmoil, love protects you. When you most need comfort, love will find you. if you ever need a shoulder to wet with your tears, you know where i am. All things work for good, in the Lord's hands.

Really quite Annoying, especially if Very saturated by Extremely strong caffeine, Normally extracted from coke. ............................................. Did anybody see the Empty, fleshless bones And hooded visage of The 'Grim Squeaker?' How anthropomorphisized a creature. Or was it just a Flight of fancy that Really, truely, and totally Attracted its form into this world, To tell all, in ominous tones: "SQUEAK!"

*grins at Katz* Ok, I give this a shot, it looks like fun, i just hope the timezones can cope.... Any questions will be asked as this is my first attempt at online RP.... I learn as I go.. Will PM a char...

*grins* Oh the inspiration that is the modern age.... *Stifles cell phone as it starts ringing, playing "Axel F" in full polyphonic*

Emotive responses from this piece, Saddness because I have felt the touch of dispair that made me wish to become formless, so as not to effect the world with my presence. Empathy for the words written because the emotions they create in me are possible echos of the emotions in the writer. Compassion, because I know the hurt, and depth of dispair, I have seen it destroy people, I have felt it strengthen me. Memories of it never fade, but they keep me reminded of why I am who I am. Fading from the lives of those around you can be done, but the loss is generally far greater than the dispair that makes people seek to do so. Thank you for the poem, reminders of my own mortality are always so well timed. *looks at fate standing in the shadows grinning*

Stand amidst the falling prism, the cascading crystals That shatter upon the earth, and scatter the light Through the pathways of liquid life. Feel the light on your back As into the shower of watery gems You stare, freeing your mind to see. See the glory of light split to the contoured arc Framing the world in the revelation of beauty Seen only as the reflections off This grey world. *Grins* Thanks, although I like the slightly obscrue original, I was concerned with its flow. I have corrected a few wording errors and expanded. Is it any clearer? Or are my thoughts still obscured by the precipitation of this peice? *Grins* Thanks, I am starting to appreciate the need to rework things. Stop just writting free form.

"As you wish." Cryptomancer smiles, enjoying the fresh coffee. Vengence is always tempting.

Cryptomancer waves a hand in the air over the table, producing in its wake a chrome (guy thing, must be chrome) coffee maker, and with practiced care proceeds to make a very strong coffee for his feline companion. "The stress of assignment is a real pain, made worse by having to rely on the actions of others as well as yourself. A real issue if the others are not doing the work." Handing Mynx the coffee, (with cream and caramel drizzle) he starts up making one for himself.

Cryptomancer grins, his eyes twinkle at the thought of hunting, "What weapons? Blades are fun against the thespian mob you are no doubt talking about destroying, but I have access to a bit of thermite."

Cryptomancer turns to Aardvark, smiles, and considers his remark. Casually moving a chair out with his foot for the new arrival to sit on, he voices his considerstion, "many times, many many times, and not just words, but sensations and situations that happen. You find something so perfect happening, and a subtle shift happens and the change ends the brief insight you had to all that is good and beautiful in your world. The situation continues still, and seems so much better for the brief insight received, that it holds in your memories all the more clearly." Sighing, Cryptomancer drifts into his memories briefly, "and as to the not sleeping, the memories bring visions to your dreams, and each time you close you eyes you see them all replaying and feel the same as if it were happening again or still. then you dont sleep because you wish it were." Cryptomancer shifts in his seat, sipping his coffee, slightly lost in thought, twirling his wand between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.

Cryptomancer stands in the dissapating crowd, looking quite stunned, removing his hood he rubs a hand over his very shiny bald head..... "Wow, Bald males have difficulties entering the guilds, this could be a good opportunity." He starts to walk for the door, before stopping suddenly, "guilds, where are the guilds?"

I would be happy to offer myself as a candidate for your quest. As far as information goes, like the others I shall PM you. Please if you have any requests for particular information, ask.

*6 thanks," "laughter is good for the soul, supposedly." Sipping the fresh cup of coffee, Crypt relaxes more, "thanks, as always your company works magic on my moods," Smiling, "I hope i can write some tonight, you have any ideas for your own writting yet?"

The first two lines tell the true nature of my muse, She is indead a mirror of my soul, in her inspiration I find so much about myself. It is the inspiration that creates the floods of words at times, when I see beauty, and Its effect in my world. And the second two line, well, I can only dream that the words I write would have this sort of effect on the people that read them. thank you.

"there is a certain irony in that, isnt there." *crypt smiles at the still giggling feline* "feeling better for the laughter?"

Quite used to his friends reactions to the trials of his life, cryptomancer calmly continues, smiling as he hears Mynx's laugh cutting through the clouds of his mood. "my theory is after i caught the shoplifter on tuesday, my boss set me up as a 'scarecrow' but it seems it worked too well, " "no-one in here today but the staff."

"Had a 8x12 glossy of my face put on the display for a promotional give away." "it is a ski jacket and pants, padded out to be a temporary maniquine, and after the general manager removed his face the boss volenteered me as a replacement."

"sorry about unseen, i was all set to post last night, and things went west on me. I hope to do that tonight, if i get a chance." ''today has not been good. too quiet to do any good."

"possibly the random nature of weather in this city" *grins* "How does it go? If you dont like the weather wait 5 minutes." "or was it the old, it only rains twice a year, once for 6 months, once for three." *shakes head* " oh, i got turned into a maniquine!"

"hey we could discuss the complete irony of the fact that i asked for today off, and got told no, because we were going to be short staffed, then spending all day at the Pen as there is truely no-one in town to even walk into the store i am in, and all four staff are doing what they like, because we are so very bored, " Crypt takes a deep breath, "sorry, rant over" Sipping a venti six shot white mocha he looks at his companion, "topics for discussion, mmm, let me think." "you thinking of another story, or poems?"

Smiling as he sits, cryptomancers looks at his beautiful friend, "I will speak my views of what I see, as you know I always do." Sitting for a while, he thinks, gathering his thoughts, then smile fading slightly, says "I am good, just enjoying an interesting patch, much to do, not a lot of time available to do all i wish." leaning back in his seat, he relaxes, but there is always allowances made for coffee with you. "How is the work going?" "stressing you a bit?"