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Name: Kevin
Gender: Male
Interests: Games, Anime/Manga, Adventure Novels
Expertise: Being someone I don't want to be
Being someone God doesn't want me to be
Being someone who wants to change, yet can't
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/11/2004
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| I know I said that I wouldn't rhyme anymore, but sometimes thoughts come into my head and I just have to write it out.
Untitled-(For now I guess)
Things that hurt, hurt no more
Things that bless, now a bore
Excitement, gone away
No shame in the world's way
Was not this way at first
Best was best, worst was worst
Feels like nothing had changed
Yet everything's rearranged
I'm spiritually numb
Following the rule of thumb
Not feeling pain or strife
Not feeling joy, peace, or life
Worry, pleasure, we were warned
The world, His world-I am torn
Come out of comfort zone
The yoke is light, not alone
Pray the Spirit tugs your heart
Pray for your faith to restart
Wake up, rekindle the fire
Turn to the holy desire
Hopefully you notice the pattern of syllables.
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| I think I don't want to rhyme in any more poems. It just seems to much of a hassle to find words that rhyme, and then change the meaning sometimes for it to work. Not that I have been writing anything at all. But I might try to do something now that I have realized that I have been wasting my summer, like all summers. At this point, I really want time to stop. Going to be a senior, and I don't want to go to college yet, I don't want responsibility hoisted on me yet. I want to enjoy being a kid before it's gone forever. Although they say it's like an adventure, I can help but think, it ends here.
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| The free verse poem from the previous post was the time period where my older brother had a viral infection that got into his heart.
I really was playing a game when my brother started breathing hard with pain in his voice. The side was when he was really scared and in pain...I hated that. Seeing my older brother in that state. The head is the head of the family, my dad. The key item represented something my dad wanted to give my brother to see if pain would go away: Alka Seltzer, which we ran out. That's why it was said it would not work. Phone call to miracle was that my brother's friend, Ben Tucker, had a dad that was a cardiologist(heart doctor). Talking and Listening is my brother describing symptoms and listening to advice. My dad drove my brother to the hospital, and I thought they would be back later, so I slept. The last person to leave was my mom. The place of joy was my friend's house, James Chun, where I would normally have a bunch of fun, but the wondering what happened to my brother claimed my head for the week before I got to visit him in the hospital. The hate and shame and regret is that I did not take any action to do anything as I thought it was okay...I hate that I was not concerned enough to see that it was a real problem. Regret of that, shame from that, and hatred at my myself for no doing something to someone so important to me.
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| Free Verse
It was normal, the same, ordinary
Playing a video game, focused on i.
In an instant, it was there
Pain welled in, eyes opened wide
Remember seeing a new side
A side never seen before
A side that I hate, never want to see again
Like being stabbed, he cried out
Rushed to the head, bringing help
Key item ran out, no matter
It wouldn't have done anything
Anyway, anywhere, anytime...
Phone call to miracle
Talking and Listening
They went into the night
Did not think much of it
Gave it no further thought
Expected them when I awake
And I awake
Still gone, no one telling me anything
Left in confusion, wondering what...
One came back from the night
One did not come back.
Not a word was said, grim faces there
The one came went back, except now day
Left alone with the last one
But then she left into the day
Left alone...wondering what
They came back, now I have to leave
Seemed like a long drive to that place
A place of joy, now empty
Left with friend...wondering what
Rest seems to be like a flash
Can't remember what went on
Can't remember what I did
Only remember, wondering what
Didn't notice that he could have died
Didn't notice I could have lost him
Finally notice that first night's events
Safe to say, all is safe
All is normal, same, ordinary
No longer wondering what
But all that is left inside of me
Regrets, regrets, regrets, regrets
Regrets and more and more
Reminder of when I was 6
Shame and regret
Hatred of self, despised self
Wished I did different
Lots of times...wish I did different
Regrets, yet all is safe
Event that will never leave me
When recalled, remember the regrets and shame
Never again, never again
All is safe, normal, ordinary...for now
Don't want to be wondering what
Don't want to be left alone
Don't want to be wondering what
what...what...what...what...what...
what happened?
NEVER AGAIN
This is not just nonsense that I come up with sometimes. This is based on a past incident that affected me in a way that really made me hate myself. I tried to show my feelings during the free verse, and much emphasis at the end.
Don't really want to say enjoy...but whatever
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| Random story with a mix of Guild Wars only for type of setting.
From Guild Wars: The Searing, a flaming hailstorm that destroyed Ascalon and left it scorched and desolate. And a character called Gwen.
Copy: Searing part. In GW, creatures called the Charr summoned them, but mine is different. Just copying Gwen's mysterious disappearance after the Searing, where she is not in the Underworld (place were people go to after death) and all the items related to her later on.
Everything went to ruin that day. The day when they released Dragon's Fury. I still remember everything on that day. I was sent to collect water from the town well, when I saw fire coming from the sky. It was like millions of meteors aimed at the village. The first blast was so powerful, I could feel the heat on my face from several yards away. They came down quickly and burned without mercy. I had to step away from the ravenous fires, when I saw one crush my home. My home, with my mother, father, and sister. A fiery blast came down in front of me, and I stepped back, tripping on the well. I feel down and fought to not drown in its water. Although it protected me from the fire, I was in danger of drowning. I don't know how long I fought before the rope at the top fell down. I grasped it and pulled myself out. When I came out, all I saw was charred ruins and ashes...
In my house, I saw the charred black remains of two bodies...who I could tell were my parents...but I could not find my little sister anywhere. She probably was at another person's house...but only one thing consumed me. Revenge and hatred. I needed to find who did this and make them pay.
In training with other elementalists at the academy I was able to enter, I chose the Water element. I would either drown them with water, or make them die a painful, dehydrating death. But while I went back to visit my destroyed home, I found something peculiar. Off away was the bracelet my sister wore. Why was it all the way out here? Not only that, but I also saw it near the Red Iris flowers. These flowers were her favorite flowers...but she could not have survived the Dragon's Fury...
With much time and investigation, I found that the only group capable of summoning Dragon's Fury was the Titanium Guild. They destroyed my village for the elder's mysterious glowing orb. I don't know what it was for, but it was murder and theft. But during my investigation, I visited an abandoned village that moved away, threatened by the Titanium Guild. In one house, there was a small box containing a book on healing arts. In the middle of that book was a preserved Red Iris flower. It can't be possible though...although Red Irish flowers did not grow anywhere near that village. Could...my sister be alive?
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