Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

Author	Comment
Vega Weird Dude Dominion Master 12/27/2008 10:49:30 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 247	Poems... Magnetic poetry is awesome. I posted the one that 4 of us here on Daireem left on my fridge. It's epic, and awesome. It talks about what hell is like, I think. These are some that I wrote a couple years ago, and finally got my hands back on. They aren't as good as the EPIC poem but they are alright... I think they are pretty good for having limited words to work with. They are slightly more "serious" than the other one, but oh well. Friends emotion of a thousand languages between friends can change the world Dreams innocent goddess receive gentle music sleep easy in another picture Honor promise me brother to endure the inner dark protect hope even through weariness trust love doubt not the path and remember always the truth Alone death was always his shadow crying out for the understanding that one man is not a universe
Stasis Hey Claudius... You killed my father. Big mistake. Dominion Master 12/28/2008 12:08:18 AM Level: 25 Experience: 65000 Total Posts: 691	RE: Poems... Well, for easy reference, we might as well re-post The Most Epic Poem in the Universe here. The Most Epic Poem in the Universe blackness falls about the void chaos always whispers death symphony of languid screams boil sordid disease transforms journey inspires repulsive blood delirious cries flow from mist of eternity bitter chant crushes beauty drooling doctor bad treatment raw iron voice shot serenity possible peace could change to suffer knife beating enormous woman and mother dream about elaborate fluff
Terrathel assassin/mercenary 12/28/2008 11:13:04 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 74	RE: Poems... Random assorted poetry retrieved from the pile of junk I've written since early high school. I pulled out some highlights that were interesting, which makes the selection more of poetry in which I was trying to make a point, but I included some of the others. Nightfall barely dark barely bright softly glows my fair twilight leaving day coming night darkness is my time for flight JM (8-5-07) To Grow     (I was.... I don't know, giddy that day...) I want a change a change just to change something different just because why don't they want a change? but change is essential to growth change is the essence of growth they don't want to change.... they don't want to grow? growth is progress they don't want to grow? they don't want to change do they fear change? but they need to grow what can be done to force them to grow? to make a change, make them adapt forge them to adapt and grow break the monotony, alter the path they don't want to change, just continue on... stubborn habitual humans just change and.... grow JM (6-8-04) Diversity     (just made that title up now...) why must others be like us? we force ourselves upon them and taunt them when they differ we're always trying to make others into mirrors of ourselves but that isn't what we want in mirrors we would see too much of ourselves so what is it that we want? someone to relate to? someone we can trust? hardly.... maybe we just feel more secure when there's someone just like... ourselves? JM (6-17-04) Anti     (written right after a Halloween poem, read cryptically) experience silence to appreciate noise without one what is the other? every power has its opposite both must be to survive where there is no dark what is light every good has an evil every light a shadow now tell me, where do the shadows lie? JM (unknown date october prolly 04) Shape Shifter a being exists in the imagination of others leeching their fear building their fear using their fear one form to one, different to another this being waits in their imagination the fringe of their conscious forcing their actions for fear of it they shelter and hide run away, rot inside in their fear they fail and accomplish nothing it always comes unhindered by fear no matter what you do how long you live, how strong you are, how quick your mind it does not matter, death will come, and you will die JM (some time in 2002) will post more later maybe, getting bored typing this all out The Oracle I have seen it in my mind bloodshed, and weaponsfire spanning generations many eras fighting, so many all at war why do they fight mistrust why do they continue to kill they won't learn why do they never learn they don't want to to fight is easier than working together a stubborn species hoarding their resources, unwilling to share so greedy only saying what they have been told don't want to think for themselves they don't adapt, don't wish to change the chaos of war...why do they never learn? JM (9-11-03) (yes I got the image of many bloody battlefields past present and sci-fi while bored out of my skull at a school 9-11 memorial, so I made this poem off of it, to make me sound less insane by being fascinated by the images) think I'll post some creepier/angry poems next time...
Vega Weird Dude Dominion Master 12/29/2008 10:34:15 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 247	RE: Poems... This is probably one of my favorite poems. It's written by Viggo Mortensen, of Lord of the Rings fame, suprisingly. Cuttings the afterthought of chimes filters in from next-door. I am under the echo, not listening so much as noticing it from time to time as I look over the results of my landscaping and weeding from a white wicker chair. an errant vine has sprouted two blue flowers where it reaches the base of the lemon tree. they are beautiful; I am suspicious. are they a diversion, an entreaty to keep me from cutting back the vine? I’ll keep the flowers, and put them in a saucer by your bed. ~Viggo Mortensen Then there is always Robert Frost, that guy was awesome. Road Less Traveled two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth then took the other as just as fair and having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear though as for that, the passing there had worn them really about the same and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black oh, I kept the first for another day! yet, knowing how way leads onto way I doubted if I should ever come back I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence two roads diverged in a wood and I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference ~Robert Frost
Vega Weird Dude Dominion Master 1/29/2009 2:57:10 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 247	RE: Poems... EPIC poem - The virtual version. So everyone can share in it's almost original form. Even fridge tan, with white magnets. Heck yeah.

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