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Colors by Cheshire on October 5th, 2010, 2:07 pm
I got very nice possitive feedback on my last poem "My Rabbit" so I hoped I could show you guys another of my creations. It is called "Colors"
Colors When I was young I saw the world in primary colors Everything was so bright and interesting But I was missing many colors I never noticed the absence in my playful endeavors I just ran and played Never aware of the spectrum existing right outside my field of vision Although my imagination was vivid and colorful There was still room to grow But I was blissful… As I got older and moved from elementary school to junior high I could see the color wheel I experimented by mixing the reds, blues, and yellows of my childhood I never mixed them unequally Every proportion needed to be the same As I was endowed with more work and more responsibility I never tried to mix the colors out of proportion I saw green, purple, and orange Never the hues in between I was still too timid to try and push my colors farther But I was happy… The end of middle school onto the end of sophomore year there were no colors There was black and white And if I was lucky, grey I had lost sight of the colors I had held so close And depression took their place Even my clothing lost color And turned jet black At times the color would try to creep back But I had built a wall around me The color could not find its way back At times they would sneak through the cracks Shining like rainbows in a perfect storm But I was depressed… Now that I am a senior the colors have returned with a vengeance When once they were simple colors Now they are brilliant hues rushing through the wind Dancing through rays of light But mostly flowing through my hands And painting masterpieces through my words Altho... | [ Continued ]
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A Friend and a Hero by Charon on April 12th, 2010, 10:17 pm
I just arrived to a new school. I was 13 years old and knew hardly anybody. That situation did not last too long as plenty of new faces made themselves my friends pretty quickly. There were the cool kids, the nerdy ones, the slackers and the class clowns. Robert was a class clown. Times when kids are first trying to figure out who they are and which group they belong to can be tumultuous. There are best friends expected to last forever, there are first kisses, there are best buds to play games with and parents that never let you do anything when your friends can always do things. Robert was a friend. As we grew older and into high school, some kids played sports, some ran for student council, some studied all the time, some just got by. Others made something of themselves, they worked for what they achieved and found themselves successful. There were kids to avoid and there were role models. Robert was a role model. After graduation, some stopped learning, some went to work, some waited for a while to figure things out, some went to community colleges, some went to small schools, others went to big name schools. Still others chose the military and the future leaders chose to go to school and chose the military. Robert was a leader. Of those who chose college, they continued to stay in school longer, they graduated with degrees, they found work, they made their parents proud. There were some who allowed college to pass by without accomplishing anything and there were some who accomplished more than imagined. A few became officers in the military and joined the thousands of others called our nation's heros. Robert was a hero. Robert Collins was among the first to welcome me into a new school and he always knew how to make people laugh. He would take you out of your comfort zone and make you a better person... [ Continued ]
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Diamond in the Rough (Poem) by Dimitri on April 24th, 2011, 7:57 am
Is there such a thing as loss, or does pain merely change forms? A life filled with everglowing light, darkened by tragedy A major regret, a life lost, myself blaming Me Selfishness, Ignorance, Laziness, my sins three that night An outreached olive branch, snapped, trodden upon, a loss of right. Can she see me now, the self inflicted scar, left by her loss, the healing taking hold?
Can one learn to become a man on their own? Pain on their hearts, weighing heavily, to the city of steel they went. Their only son behind bars regret in his every action, a different direction, his will bent A small shop, reminding them of her hobby, candles, a dark alley looms. A mugging, an addict in need, panic reason, four loud booms. How much scarring can one endure, a rainy funeral, friends in black, prodigal son in orange?
Can a man make amends with the fates throwing himself into the help failed to give? Following her footsteps, he threw himself into his training, trying to forget From relationship to breakup, a number far too large, with himself still upset Cheating lovers, hate filled town, lies anger tears frustration endurance nearing its fin Trying to make up for that long lost regret, how long it had been Would he make something of himself, something they could smile down upon?
Can single gesture save a soul? In a world of blood and pain, he swam in a sea of black, lost, another lost, last left She came from an unexpected source, slicing through the darkness, her help the best A smile forming, a face unrecognized, he had found another, a second chance perhaps She found him beneath the rocky exterior, beneath the mask many came to know, his heart running laps. Could he be redeemed? Now a light in the darkness, had found his diamond soul, and she didn't flinch
-Dimi
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More roleplay! by Tarot on March 7th, 2010, 11:15 am
No, this isn't a whining entry about pushing you guys to start more threads, though those are always welcome. Cheese and whine are not my favorite dishes anyways. Alright, I got a little sad going on Google's webmaster tools and checking out the list of keywords Google gets from our site. Most of them have absolutely nothing to do with what we actually do on Mizahar - can you believe 'roleplay' isn't in the top 200 keyword list? Our top ten is... mizahar character lore blog post gnosis posts often zith magic So, we apparently abuse the word 'often' around here. Anyways, these keywords won't help us get more players from Google, so I've been making a few changes to improve the frequency of the keywords that really matter. Replacing 'play' with 'roleplay' on the menu bar was an obvious one. You should expect a few more in the near future. If you can think of places where we could easily fit a mention of words like fantasy and roleplay, then by all means let me know. We get quite a few hits from the search engines - too bad most of them are for such unrelated keywords*** that they don't help much. *** unless you consider stuff like "the world's fattest cat" to be related to Mizahar! P.S. Gossamer is #30 on the keyword list. Tarot is a humble #52.
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Update/rant by John Vicari on October 23rd, 2010, 8:12 pm
Doubt it will really be a rant today. Far to tired and worn out even after just taking a nap. I think I am just tired of a lot of things and re found my limits.
Jack, the friend I talk about now and then in my blogs, well he hates Er's and doctors. His wife and even we have did our best to tell him he needs to go back but he just did not want to go. Well last night he asked to go back and the news is not good.
A normal sodium count is about 140, if it reaches 120 you tend to go into a lot of stokes and the like. His was 123 along with a few other problems. They are going to keep him for a few days and try to do the best they can. The doctors gave him 6 months, he has 4 months left or so they say yet everyday I see the flicker of hope just leave his eyes.
He even said he knew he was not going to make it and that he wanted his mother in law with him. His wife thought he was just out of it with the meds but I know he knows he is thinking as clearly as he can.
It's the main reason I have not been around. What time I do have from helping him to finding a job my muse just is locked away in a dark room dealing with things that go unsaid. Some would wonder if I hate helping or hate being around this yet if you knew me you would know I don't hate it I just hate the fact I can't do much to help. Other then being with them and yeah I know that means a lot but always hate that helpless feeling.
Other things are going on yet not going to bore any readers who poke at this.
If I have a thread with you well please understand that I am not really writing right now. I will reply to pms but don't poke me of replying and more so if you just read this.
Replies to this are well welcome like always.
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