At 1/15/05 05:40 PM, BonusStage wrote: This is the last place i want to post this dream of mine, and i'd appreciate it SSOOO much if some of you (that won't be seeing it in the LUL any time soon) would want to interperate this for me, because i want to get a lot of people's opinions on it. Also ~X~ sig's always said it was a place for stories and poems, so i'll put up this story, and then a poem as well if i don't get too embarresed re-writing it :)

I already gave my interpretation of your dream i nthe Wi/Ht section, but i was wondering what you thought of the last few poems i have posted?

OMG BS is a freak aaaaaaaaakkk haha j/k its cool glad you posted it here its an interesting read...

~X~

I like the poem, I wish I could have written something so well for a girl. I can't imagine any girl that would not be moved by a poem like that. Very well written, and your use of words is good.

Enough with the review though...I love this club....

Haha, I should make more appearance here as well. But then again, this is my first visit to NG in almost 6 months. Maybe longer, not quite sure. Man, you should really give that poem to her. That was really amazing writing.

I think this was my first poem i had ever written back in September 04. Sinc e ihave been posting alot of my other poetry, why not this one. It is not based on me either, just from a 3rd person's perspective.

Escape
Free Verse
By, K. Myst Williams

A rushing heat of poisoned blood
A wandering mind within a flood
Slowly influenced
I can feel the drug

Head bowed and arms across my knees
I sit on the dusty cold ground
Grasping for the sensation to be free

All I can see
Is dark and hazy
Like a foggy evening in the light of day
I slouch and pray

Leaning, then lying, then lifting to my feet
I argue who I am
And accept my utter defeat

I reach and grab a small round stone
And stare at every grain
I look upon the lake
And toss the stone as it begins to rain

The water ripples; the birds chirp
The sky turns grey
While moon and dusk begin to flirt

I travel back towards the city
Following the yellow streetlights
I brace myself upon the railing
Wishing for some changing sights
But instead- it seems that nothings right

Standing on the cliff-like edge
I watch the waters move in flow
Gusts of wind brush past my back
In time, a crowd begins to grow

One solemn tear molds and shapes
My cheek moist
I wipe my slate

All my wrongs clinging to my feet
The past burns my heart
I can feel the pumping heat

Looking deep into the light
For a sign or better place
Spectators begin to gather above
I view a familiar face

I gaze upon the precious tides of a starry night
And capture the sight of a solemn dove flying towards the bright moon’s light
Memories begin to trickle in
Sneaking towards my mind’s eye
The dove continues to fly

In my palm I hold her face
As I step towards my past
Looking into the future
The worst has had its last

Truly giving up
Changed my love for life
Watching the future fade
Is like truly seeing the light

Escape Me
Escape Reality
Just Escape

Find the light in her face. Don’t give up.

Hey Axe, havn't seen you around the bbs in quite some time. Hope you make some more posts around here, just doesn't seem the same without you :)
Anyways, I just got from doing some ice fishing which was pretty fun, caught some nice bluegill which I am about to fillet up and stick in the freezer.

At 1/15/05 08:04 PM, AncientX wrote: Haha, I should make more appearance here as well. But then again, this is my first visit to NG in almost 6 months. Maybe longer, not quite sure. Man, you should really give that poem to her. That was really amazing writing.

Hey AXE what do we call you thease days your name seems to change heh, anyways welcome back and how have you been, hope you are doing ok...

~X~

I tried some other names, but I figured I would just go back to my very original one. Well, not my extreme first, this is the second name I had. Or something...bah, who cares.

I wrote some things recently, but I don't think I will post them up. I'll just write some more stuff and post that instead.

PS: Nice poem, whoever posted that one. The first verse was really good, never read anything like that before.

Doesn't matter to me what your name is dude. You will always be plain old Body Spray Axe to me =D
Hope you do decide to stick around here again. You always inspired me to write those oh so funny stories.

At 1/15/05 08:34 PM, AncientX wrote: PS: Nice poem, whoever posted that one. The first verse was really good, never read anything like that before.

Thanks. The last two or three pages got alot of my poetry if your interested in reading some of my better ones. That one you just read was my first poem ever, so i feel it is far from better then my others.

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This one is the shortest poem i have ever written. And like all my others, very metaphorical. Here she is:

It all Begins
Fiction in Verse
By, K. Myst Williams

Drowning in a deep sea of glee,
Smiles and laughs; all except me.
Strangers cluster and rush.
All the world directed and busy,
But me.
Adrift from the shore and unable to breath;
Lost and confused with no one to need.
I grieve.

Haha, I'm going too. I missed NG anyways. So many other sites like it, but none as good.

Haha, you should write another story like that Onic. Those were the best efar! Alright, I won't start talking like that.

I think my favorite was that one about all the kittens running through town being chased by the DomoKun or something...hahahah....Oh the good old times...

Quisty your week is not up you come back too early roffle, its funny how you left but still were active everywhere, silly nooblets are funny...

~X~

At 1/15/05 08:39 PM, AncientX wrote: Haha, I'm going too. I missed NG anyways. So many other sites like it, but none as good.

Haha, you should write another story like that Onic. Those were the best efar! Alright, I won't start talking like that.

Good good, glad to have you back then. This place will gain popularity again for sure! I will have to write a story tonight then to comemorate your galient return to the lnl. I do remember the kittens one...I think it was because Heinus Anus was masturbating or somthing like that. Those were the good old days.

At 1/15/05 08:41 PM, Quisty wrote: If you payed attention to my posts, you would see I just left the LNL for that week, but now that Axe is here, I have reason to post again. I missed him a lot.

Why must you always pick on Quisty? :(

Aww i see no reason for me too stick around then...

~X~

I hope everone liked my poetry. I will be posting part 1 of my current short soty tomorrow probably. But i got to go for the night.

LOL, damn I really missed this crew. The best crew ever, the stories are hilarious. That last one even managed to cheer me up a bit, and this is the worst day of my life! Thanks Quisty!

Wow, I missed X too. Even though I'm kind of X as well, just a different X than that X, the X I was talking about. Who is the real X, and I'm just the other X that no one knows as X.

Did I mention that people suck and you should never trust anyone? If not, I just did. So be happy that you can't trust people, even if they say you can trust them. Because trust is a word you should trust someone to keep trust in. If you can't trust in trust, you can't thrust in anything. I mean trust in anything.

Well, out of sheer boredome and not feeling i nthe mood to paint. I am going to post Part 1 and 2 tonight. the rest will come later in the week. Oh and funny short Quisty.
I know i said this was a short earlier, but it fact it is an excerpt from my current novel. Ijust call it a short because i pulled it out, gave it a title and handed it in in my Writer's Craft class. lol.
So, the lack of storyline may confuse you, because of the lack of the rest of the novel. However, take it for what it is and enjoy the writing style etc.

A Hero's Death - Part 1

The sound of crying loved ones shouting at him and pleading him to turn back, the voices of yelling followers foreshadowing their feelings of helplessness without him, and the screaming noise of a man who betrayed him begging for his forgiveness, all had muffled to an eerie hum of echoes faded behind his deep thoughts.
Renart held his hands in prayer. His tight grip was around a black-beaded rosary that tumbled and waved throughout his fingers. The cold sweat that broke within his palms, soon after, began to drip down his back and gather on his forehead. It was not fear that struck him down, but fate, When he finished the holy rosary and spoke his final words of prayer he recounted the story of Jesus, his savior. Although every single person had their connection with the lord whether they knew it or not, Renart’s connection was somehow special.
He gazed upward at the high cathedral church ceiling that resembled an early Roman Catholic Church. Colors of gold and detailed enlightened stone work were of grasping beauty. The fact that his death was so near made all of his surroundings just a little bit more significant, a little bit more breathtaking. The round dome in the ceiling painted with angels and a nursing Mary gave him a sentimental purpose to carry on. He imagined the crucifix sitting high atop the dome outside on that darkening delightful day. The church was long and shaped like a cross. The long vertical part of the crucifix began with the front doors and ended at the altar; all along the way was hand carved antique pews. A three-quarter walk up the vertical stretch is where the horizontal piece of the cross extended; both ways there were more pews positioned on an angle towards the altar that laid perpendicular to one another. The ceiling was high and the windows where shaped similar to a sword’s end. Each window was of the stain glass kind and was presented according to the fourteen Stations of the Cross. The outside was brick and faced with stone while the five front doors stood almost ten feet tall and were surrounded with hand carved stone-work. There were pillars that supported a lip that led off the roof and over the twelve large steps that bended towards the five front doors. Peaks sat upon each corner of the church, tall and pleasing to the eye from afar, but up close were weathered and a rusty-like-black color. The garden that surrounded the church was followed by an interlock pattern of slight, colored stones. The walkway led to the seating area just outside the left end of the cross, then back around other side meeting with the front door steps. The church was old, but was a gorgeous sight, for many days and months of work were put into every aspect of art in, and upon, this architectural land mark. It was Renart’s home and it was the perfect place for him to stare fate right in the eye.
He was a dark haired man of thirty-three and had defiant features that gave him a natural confidence in appearance. He had a powerful jaw and a stare of deep, but intense, green eyes. Everything about his appearance was mystical. Although he had a powerful appearance he had a tender aura about him. A simple gesture or kind look from him made people felt at ease. His bottom lip was tenderly bigger then his top, thus his smile was broader and more capturing because of it. Built like a boxer, but postured like a well-made business man, he was a gorgeous male in everyway. His short hair, usually styled to his liking, was messy and thick of an un-showered shine. His face was rough and dark, for he had not shaven that day. Mattox Renart was at his worse, but he felt at home in his church.

(It will most likely be submitted in 5 parts. The next three parts will be a little longer and distributed throughout the week. Hope you like it and follow it. ^_^)

A Hero's Death - Part 2

With one look back at his crying love his defiant and confident features slouched to and insecure and tired expression. His eyes, a bright green, faded to a dull shade of grey. His shoulders slouched, his arms drooped loosely and his knees shook in a weakened state. Every little thing that felt right about those moments, felt twice as wrong. He knew, however, that the Holy Spirit was there for him and that this day was the best thing he could do for those he loved.
He continued walking down through the middle of the pews putting his right hand out to brush his fingers against the back of every wooden and brilliantly carved seat, like a child would a school fence line. He heard the comfort of his best friend’s voice pushing him to be the man he always sought to convey. He tried his best to straighten a little and hold his head high in defiance of the sadness his perpetrator wanted him to feel. Stopping, almost abruptly, he reached in one of the pews and grabbed a Sunday Missal. He placed the rosary in his pocket and pears down at the face of Mary which left was left pressed down into his palm. He took the Missal in between his hands in severity. At the end of his path he could see a man of evil and hate standing upon the altar. He was an unchristian man who took his gifts in greed and abused his place in society. Committing every grave sin, the man named Aros disgusted Renart most.
Aros was a powerful man with peppercorn and a stern posture. His dark brown eyes burned that of a cooling piece of coal. His black suit and tie accented the brightness of his red shirt beneath and handkerchief that was nicely tucked into his breast pocket. This was the way Aros always dressed, professional and business-like. He stood balanced with his legs spread apart in a powerful pose. Clean cut and pleasant to the eye he seemed an honest man, however, he lived a dishonest and murderess life. Aros had a dark aura about him; it was more then obvious that he was not to be trusted. He was one of those men that woman could sense the danger in, they knew getting in would be hurtful in end, but seemed tempted anyway. He was the type of guy who made every other guy look bad. The type who was too cocky for his own good, and the type that usually never got what they deserved; who always seemed to get around everything. Well, Renart knew that this would not be the case. Aros would eventually get exactly what he deserved.
When Mattox Renart reached the steps of the church altar the two men who journeyed down the isle with him forced him to his knees. The church front door behind them, soon after, opened and everyone turned their heads to see who had entered. A blonde man of maybe two-thirds Renart’s age calmly walked in and sat in the farthest back pew to his right. His hands were tight and deep in his jacket pockets. Neither Aros, nor his company, paid any attention to the blonde man and simply welcomes the man into the church without word.

My Club (the Early Afternoon Club: http://newgrounds.com/bbs/topic.php?id=219070) wants to start a war with your club.

At 1/15/05 10:52 PM, XeFx wrote: My Club (the Early Afternoon Club: http://newgrounds.com/bbs/topic.php?id=219070) wants to start a war with your club.

I, personally, don't care.

To everyone else:
Check out the first two parts of my story on the last page.

At 1/15/05 10:58 PM, Quisty wrote: You should be loving, not hating <3

^_^ Exactly!

LNL has the love... your club -obviously- does not.

Hahaha, Quisty, that is an awesome story that you are in the process of making. Very interesting to read, and it makes me want to see more. I can tell that you are on the path to a best seller there. You get Kudos from me =D

At 1/15/05 11:28 PM, Onic wrote: Hahaha, Quisty, that is an awesome story that you are in the process of making. Very interesting to read, and it makes me want to see more. I can tell that you are on the path to a best seller there. You get Kudos from me =D

Wow, shit, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my writing. Thanks alot man. I really, really appreciate it.

At 1/15/05 11:30 PM, KlBA wrote: 1) Myst ... i don't want to sound rude, but how christian are you?

I am actually agnostic really (i consider myself 'faithless'), but I was raised in a Catholic family. It is all spiritual in the beginning because the story is based one certain beliefs in the bible (that i basically made up). It is a religious book, that i hope, if ever published, won't cause too much controversy, because even though it seems all pro-christian right now... it ends up kind of the opposite in some respects. It isn't solely based on religion, just some certain aspects of the storyline evolve around it. So i wanted to start with a kind of christian feel.

Maybe too much?

At 1/15/05 11:35 PM, Myst_Williams wrote:

At 1/15/05 11:28 PM, Onic wrote:

Wow, shit, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my writing. Thanks alot man. I really, really appreciate it.

Sorry read wrong, lol. I thought you were talking about my story. Man im tired... i need to sleep.

ROFL, that made my day. Can always count on the BBS to cheer you up when the girl your in love with is running around with some other guy behind your back.

In fact, I think I will write a shorty story about it!

One day, Ancient's girlfriend lied to him about going to the dance and went to the movies with some friends instead. AncientX got very angry, and decided he would do the rational thing. Instead of calling her up, arguing about it, breaking up with her, and yelling at the guy she was running around with, he did something else.

AncientX went over to that girl's house and shot her in the head, then killed the family dog and bird. Then he dragged her body all over the house and made a bloody mess in the kitched with a frying pan. After leaving bits of brain sprayed around the kitchen, he murdered the rest of her family.

'Now what to do with the guy', he thought to himself. 'Ah, I know!'

He drove over to the guy's house and beat the shit out of him. Grabbing a pair of plyers, he pulled out each of his teeth and videotaped the sound of him screaming. He then drove nails through each of the guy's fingers and toes, and dragged him into the basement. He viciously cut out one of his eyes, and filled in the hole in his face with a handful of salt. Still alive and on the edge of fainting from bloodloss, he cut out the guy's heart.

Weeks later his parents go out to get the mail.

'Gee, what could this be?' his mother wondered. A large box had been deposited on their front porch. So they brought it inside. They opened it up, and Behold! There was a tape sitting on top of a well insulated plastic bag. A large piece of paper on top said "Play Me".

So they go to play the tape, and they see a masked person brutally torturing their son, and finally cutting out his heart. Screaming and crying, they open the plastic bag to find his heart inside, lying on top of a girl's severed head.

And the murderer got away with everything.

THE END, STUPID BITCH

At 1/15/05 11:36 PM, Myst_Williams wrote:

At 1/15/05 11:35 PM, Myst_Williams wrote:

At 1/15/05 11:28 PM, Onic wrote:

Wow, shit, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my writing. Thanks alot man. I really, really appreciate it.

Sorry read wrong, lol. I thought you were talking about my story. Man im tired... i need to sleep.

Hahahahaha, naw its all good. I just got done reading through your story also. And that fucker was mighty good as well. I like it just as much as Quistys. Looks like you put alot of effort into it, and it shows. Hope to see more from you.

hey, great little story Quist!
but that still DOESNT ANSWER MY FEKCING QUESTION!!??!?!
does anyone know where that young asian girl with pink hair went?! lol.
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is that why you gave me a link on MSN, quist? to look at the story?

Yes, I know where Aasha is. I see talk to her all the time.

She just doesn't care for NG that much anymore =/ She's too preoccupied with me and the AAHC.

Running the forum is more of bitch than ever thought possible >=(

Um, M-A-R-C-U-S told me to put my Wi/Ht? story in here, 'The War of the Portal'. Should I put it up or not?

Also, I realised I can do spell incantations as poems.

Light that gathers from the edges of time,
Come to my hand and let be thee.
All those powers that were once mine,
Show them the powers hidden within me.
Powers of truth and absolute light,
Faded across the rivers of the heavens.
Shown by evil and what is right.
Let thy powers be endeavoured.

Star Stream!

Anyway, that's actually easy to do.

I haven't posted in a while, and i got some lyrics to share:

Lyrics: Love, not war!

Unnecessary violence, all over the place
you're innocent, but you'll get a smack in the face
only because they discriminate your race

It's a total disgrace!

--

make love, not war!

--

Put away your guns, walk out of the door
There is no need for this kind of war
Go to your neighbours, grab their hands
Let us all sing and dance
So we can forget about this f**king war
Let us leave for the dance floor
and we can live together, happily ever after.

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Make love, not war!
Behind these wars, there's so much more!
Make love, not war!
But still another one drops to the floor!

Make love, not war!
Behind these wars there's so much more!
Make love, not war!
Bush, you're just a whore!

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I'm not trying to diss Bush for what he did
I just want to get rid,
Of these damned wars
And it looks like everyone ignores
All the people dying in his wars
Maybe we should try putting him behind bars
Violence is not needed in this place
Let us all reunite and brace
Hug each other, love each other
Or would you rather,
See your family get killed
They don't need to get thrilled
By a bullet in their head
The blood would colour the floor red
Think of it, would you like to see your folks die?
Would you cry?
Or would you just get high?
To forget about your problems, about the killing
Or would you be willing,
To take revenge on their deaths
Avenge their last breaths
My point being
Is that we should be freeing
Our children from this horrible place
Do it for your kids, do it for your friends
So, let's reunite and cleanse
This horrible world, of all the violence!

--

Make love, not war!
Behind these wars, there's so much more!
Make love, not war!
But still another one drops to the floor!

Make love, not war!
Behind these wars there's so much more!
Make love, not war!
Bush, you're just a whore!

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Not just Bush, but also Blair
It looks like they don’t care
About the killing going on
And by the time they are gone
This world will be totally destroyed
It would be nothing but an empty void
I just want to say
Let us all pray
And take action quickly
And not just read about it in the Times weekly
It’s not just war they are starting
They just don’t see the family’s parting
The children losing their folks
While he simply smokes
A big cigar, looking enjoyed
While he tries to avoid
All the pain in his own heart
We can look through him, he isn’t very smart
Now the time has come
For him to be gone
Before he will get shot
The people would let him rot
Do we give a f**k if he dies?
After all these lies?
NO!
I really don’t think so
It is all a horrible crime!
IT IS TIME!

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2X

Make love, not war!
Behind these wars, there's so much more!
Make love, not war!
But still another one drops to the floor!

Make love, not war!
Behind these wars there's so much more!
Make love, not war!
Bush, you're just a whore!

Lyrics: Punk Princess

Just this afternoon
I met a girl so pretty
What am I going to do?
It is such a pity!

I’ll probably never meet her again
Never, in my entire life!
Never meet her again
She could’ve been mine!

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She could have been my sweet punk princess!
She could’ve been my darkest love!
She could have been my punk princess!
But now she’s gone!

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Do you believe in love at first sight? (oh baby)
Do you believe in that flash of light? (oh darling)
Do you believe you are the one for me? (oh baby)
Do you believe that we could be?!

Do you, oh baby, do you?
Baby, what I tell you is so true!

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She could have been my sweet punk princess!
She could’ve been my darkest love!
She could have been my punk princess!
But now she’s gone!

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But after she was gone
I felt emptiness within my heart
After she was gone
She touched my heart! (my black heart!)

--
[2X]

She could have been my sweet punk princess!
She could’ve been my darkest love!
She could have been my punk princess!
But now she’s gone!

--

Lyrics: Killing me

People killing them self
Just for the wealth
This world is not worthy living in

-

Set me free from this world, oh lord!
Set me free with your almighty sword!
Bring justice, bring me freedom!
SET ME FREE!

-

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I’m killing me, there’s no way to set me free!
My bleeding heart, breaking apart!
Oh, free me!

--

I have to be strong
But all my hope is gone
Something died inside of me
It wants me to flee
Is this what people mean
Wake me up from this horrible dream!

-

Set me free from this world, oh lord!
Set me free with your almighty sword!
Bring justice, bring me freedom!
SET ME FREE!

-

--

I’m killing me, there’s no way to set me free!
My bleeding heart, breaking apart!
Oh, free me!

--

Nobody to love, nobody to hold
My heart is so cold
No glance of hope in my dark soul
I’m just playing my role
Someone give me a goal
Something to free me from my dark soul!

--

I’m killing me, there’s no way to set me free!
My bleeding heart, breaking apart!
Oh, free me!

--

*Guitar solo*

Life is hard
My soul already scarred
But I may have found my goal
YOU! You make me whole!
You are my reason!
You stopped my heart from bleeding!
YOU!

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Not being killed anymore, you set me free!
My bleeding heart, getting glued together!
You make me as light as a feather!

Finally, I am free!

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that's it for now...