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#1 ryuohama

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Posted October 26 2013 - 09:27 AM

I've written a poem on Hawken, and I thought i could, like, post it on here...
I don't have it with me at the moment, but I will post it if at least one person is interested.
Plz reply!
~Ryuo
Many ask why the world spins. Many ask why the earth is not the center of the universe. Many ask how many more Twinkies they can have. Many ask if they can go watch a movie with their friends. But, as for me, I ask:

   "COULD YOU GET THE HECK OUT OF MY WAY_!"
(Seriously though, it's annoying.)

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Posted October 26 2013 - 09:44 AM

Honestly people don't respond well to "I'm not sharing anything of interest until someone asks me to" threads, like some fanfic writers fishing for attention by doing exactly that. I'm not trying to be aggressive, I'm trying to give a bit of advice regarding online behaviour.

I think you should post your artistic works regardless of people asking for them or not.

I do have a friend by the name of Poetess who most likely would be able to appreciate your poem, that is if she's still around to see it. I could always send it to her and ask for her opinion if you like.

Edited by Umbre, October 26 2013 - 09:45 AM.


#3 ryuohama

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Posted October 27 2013 - 06:27 AM

View PostUmbre, on October 26 2013 - 09:44 AM, said:

Honestly people don't respond well to "I'm not sharing anything of interest until someone asks me to" threads, like some fanfic writers fishing for attention by doing exactly that. I'm not trying to be aggressive, I'm trying to give a bit of advice regarding online behaviour.

I think you should post your artistic works regardless of people asking for them or not.

I do have a friend by the name of Poetess who most likely would be able to appreciate your poem, that is if she's still around to see it. I could always send it to her and ask for her opinion if you like.
Okay, I was just asking. I was just asking if someone was interested, because I'm not posting it on here if no one cares about it.
This is my first time, so I didn't know how to go about it... Thanks!
~Ryuo
Many ask why the world spins. Many ask why the earth is not the center of the universe. Many ask how many more Twinkies they can have. Many ask if they can go watch a movie with their friends. But, as for me, I ask:

   "COULD YOU GET THE HECK OUT OF MY WAY_!"
(Seriously though, it's annoying.)

#4 ryuohama

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Posted November 01 2013 - 10:02 PM

Well, I'm back, and here it is!
~Ryuo

ENDLESS.
Walking.
Clomping along.
Clomp.
The gargantuan foot, once clean, now decrepid and covered in mud.
The foot, part of a pair, part of a being.
Living. And at the same time, not.
The driver, both there and not there.
Breathing the stale musky air.
And yet,
Not.
Hand on a mouse, Hand on a keyboard.
Hands itching for a fight.
The being, walking through an ecosystem.
An ecosystem, full of danger.
Enemy.
The thought flies through both the driver and the being.
The driver, ecstatic.
The being, wary.
The driver looks to his left, seeing both a tree and a clock.
The clock, a light in the darkness delivering a message to the driver, telling bedtime is near.
But the driver ignores it, looks back to the tree.
And the bullets start raining.
The being alerts the driver, the driver already aware.
The driver, giving orders to the being, feeding it code, to tell it:
Go.
The being, instantly reacting to its master’s commands.
And then, it starts.
Boom.
The driver, cheering as the rockets meet their mark.
The being, frantically dodging so as not to be struck.
By the bullets.
Many of them, some periodically, others constantly.
The enemies sense his danger, his vulnerability, his weakness.
His scramble to get away.
And so they act.
Lashing out, with rockets and bullets.
Boom.
The explosion, this time from the being.
The driver, blown to pieces, dismembered, but safe.
Dead.
This fact flies around the screen as the driver, now just a boy, seethes.
As he waits for the being to be prepared, he looks to his left and sees the clock once more.
The clock warns, tells him that he should be sleeping.
But he ignores it once more, looks back to the being, now ready.
He chooses it, now clean, shiny, and all fueled up.
Whirr.
The sound of the being preparing for what lies ahead comforts the boy, again a pilot, a driver, eager to prove his worth.
He has hope.
Walking.
The being, repeating the same actions, left and right, one foot in front of the other..
The driver, checking the radar for some sign of prey.
And then he sees.
Looks.
Feels.
Tightens.
And pops.
The rockets fire with the whoosh of a jet plane, beckoning to the enemy to partake in their sweet embrace.
But they deceive.
And strike like cobras.
And boom.
The enemy, obliterated, giving into the darkness of defeat.
The driver, confident, defiant.
But his hope is dashed.
Run.
The thought flashes through the driver’s head as he flies away, full speed ahead.
But the enemy is relentless.
Faster than him, with the grace of a falcon, he swoops down to catch his prey.
And snatches it into his claws.
With the rending of metal and flesh alike, the being and the driver, die.
The shock of losing, combined with the eternal putting off of bedtime, finally registers to the boy.
He falls.
Slumping first in his chair, next to the ground.
And on the screen, a single message flashes.
Connection lost.

~End
Many ask why the world spins. Many ask why the earth is not the center of the universe. Many ask how many more Twinkies they can have. Many ask if they can go watch a movie with their friends. But, as for me, I ask:

   "COULD YOU GET THE HECK OUT OF MY WAY_!"
(Seriously though, it's annoying.)

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Posted November 04 2013 - 02:36 PM

no idea why no one has re-commented

but i like it :D
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View PostDaPheel, on October 26 2013 - 01:05 AM, said:

You don't nuke Ropefish : ROPEFISH NUKES YOU!




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