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thanks ^__^

I'm actually going to go start posting stuff now. xp I wrote this for school for a Abstract/Concrete poem.

Rage

Rage is the thing with claws
That crawls on the floor.
Itching to hurt, to maul;
Protected with its fur.

Fur made of spiteful words,
Formed by malicious thinking.
From others it is poured,
Always from one to another pouring.

Rage creeps up and grabs
Unexpected and unwanted.
It slashes at the weak,
Leaving those affected forever haunted.

3nodding Very nice Valdata. ^_^

Something I wrote in Creative Writing when we were discussing Sound and Sense.

The Lion's Pride

It wasn't too long ago when I prowled my jungle,
Searching for something to amuse me.
The others that I allowed to be in my presence,
Did begin to bore and annoy me.
I wasn't looking for food, heavens no!
That type and amount of labor was fit for the females.
I'm far too important and busy,
To be doing something below me, like hunting.
It was not my folly that brought me here,
It was the fault of that damned bird that startled me!
He caused me to lose my perfect balance,
And fall into that wretched hole.
Now here I am, King of the Jungle,
As those feeble-minded simpletons humans would say,
Trapped and caged in a zoo,
Surrounded in every direction I look by
Annoying,
Boring,
Smelly,
Imbeciles.

Heh, thanks, I was trying to make it sound like a lion. xp

That's good Pesh, didn't you also post part one here or something?

That's good Pesh. 3nodding Could lead to interesting stuff. 3nodding

here is the description for my rp thread in Hufa's guild.

As you walk through Emerald City you admire it's lush green landscape and colorful display of flowers that line the hills this time of year, which are heavy with foliage. A beautiful backdrop for this quiet peaceful city. People casually walk the streets waving and smiling to their neighbors as they pass. In the not so far distance you can hear the sound of children playing and laughing. Horses clank by on the brick lined streets as they pass, their hooves striking the ground in a rhythmic motion, their magnificent coats shine in the afternoon sun. The sun warms you as you continue your journey through the peaceful town.

As you finally make you way to the opposite end of town you wander into a peculiar place, a part of the city that seems forgotten by time. When you take a closer look you realize that this has been done intentionally. There is one main street in this section of town. The wind blows softly across this sand covered street creating dust occasionally. The sand is soft beneath your feet as you walk upon it, more like the sand of a child's sandbox than an actual desert. The buildings here appear old and worn as if the buildings had been built years ago, beaten by the harsh climate of the desert. A cool breeze ruffles your coat, the temperature is quite moderate here not hot like a desert.

A few horses are tied to front of the buildings. A large dog munches happily on a wooden beam outside while it's owner is having her hair cut at the old-fashioned barber. It's peaceful and quite here, hardly the place it's exterior suggests.

You spot a saloon in the row of tattered building and decide to get a drink. The sign is crooked and barely hanging, but as you get closer you see that the sign is actually quite new, as is the building itself. The sign reads "Emerald City Saloon" in large brown letters over a off white background. The metal sign softly taps the building in the soft breeze.

You walk into the establishment and are greeted by a bubbly blonde waitress. She is wearing a long white coat, a single button below her naval is buttoned. Her only other garment is a pair of tiny blue shorts with a black leather belt. Her knee length leather cowboy boots clank on the wooden floor as she approaches you. She smiles at you with her artificial smile and gestures you to an available table. After taking your drink order she then brings it to the bartender. She gives the young man your order and returns momentarily with the drinks.

The bar is clean and tidy, but has a tired old facade, resembling that of an old western bar. But it has an obsessive cleanliness to it that only adds to it's artificial feel, making it feel less like a western bar and more like stage set for the actors that inhabited this place.

The trendy bar is what all the locals called this place. It's the place the wealthy go when they want to feel rugged and daring, something that they lacked in there daily lives.