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Intermediate
Location: Romania, Bucharest
Occupation: Law School Graduate, looking to further studies and become a judge.
Forms of art. From drawings to poetry.
I guess I will start by saying that all those who feel the need to show us their talents should be free to do so. Whether it's poetry, or short stories or maybe some drawings or paintings they have made. The main idea is to help people relax while watching/reading and get some of that faen artistry to show up here
I will begin by writting some small poem of sorts. Something I just came up in maybe 10-15 minutes I have been thinking about all this. Btw all posts by people should be original creations, which should not be offensive in any way and please no forum trolling
Another day has passed and yet again,
I feel the urge to clash these swords,
But many times I wondered is it not in vain ?
All I can do is fight with words.
Faeo is a distant battleland raging with an angry storm,
Filled with anger, sadness, grief and scorn.
Many people lost their lives, falling with the thunder,
Distant cries amidst ourselves began in minds to rumble.
All is hollow, all i lost, forsaken is our trust.
All that is left is unsavoring lust,
A lust for blood and war and death,
A tapestry of wrath.
So let us try and find other ways through which to fight,
Let our minds bask in glorious light,
Let our creativity thrive and nourish our beliefs
Let us turn art into a motif.
So that's about it for now from my behalf. All other posts of works of talent and art are welcome
Intermediate
Location: Romania, Bucharest
Occupation: Law School Graduate, looking to further studies and become a judge.
As I woke from my dream last night,
All covered in sweat and covered in fright
I left the comfort of my room,
To go to the bathroom.
As I went in I felt a chill,
I thought Hey! What a thrill.
I was scared to death I say,
Thinking I might not make another day.
Then I heard a deep low voice,
Saying that I have no choice,
Telling me to leave the house,
No way dude! Kick the mouse!
So I proceeded to wash the ghost,
Turning his blanket in a little moat,
Then the ghost started to cry,
Guess who it was, my syster, why ?
Well I guess she just wanted to freak me out,
Try and make me scream and shout,
She wanted to take my poke balls,
But all she got was tumbles and falls.
I have the largest poke collection,
Yeah right I'd rather watch more television )
This story wasn't true, but u knew that didn't u ?
This was just a little gag, haha I fooled u
Yeah so I guess I made enough stupid lyrics for today ) Laugh away ) NEXT !!!!
Quoted from "_-The Punisher-_;97595"
So how about another go around for me at least ? This thread might just be dying but I won't allow it
I have the largest poke collection,
this is the only thing I actually read from you whole song, and by that line I can judge that your song is about facebook?
Quoted from "_-The Punisher-_;97595"
So how about another go around for me at least ? This thread might just be dying but I won't allow it
As I woke from my dream last night,
All covered in sweat and covered in fright
I left the comfort of my room,
To go to the bathroom.
As I went in I felt a chill,
I thought Hey! What a thrill.
I was scared to death I say,
Thinking I might not make another day.
Then I heard a deep low voice,
Saying that I have no choice,
Telling me to leave the house,
No way dude! Kick the mouse!
So I proceeded to wash the ghost,
Turning his blanket in a little moat,
Then the ghost started to cry,
Guess who it was, my syster, why ?
Well I guess she just wanted to freak me out,
Try and make me scream and shout,
She wanted to take my poke balls,
But all she got was tumbles and falls.
I have the largest poke collection,
Yeah right I'd rather watch more television )
This story wasn't true, but u knew that didn't u ?
This was just a little gag, haha I fooled u
Yeah so I guess I made enough stupid lyrics for today ) Laugh away ) NEXT !!!!
I really like that one.
Intermediate
Location: Romania, Bucharest
Occupation: Law School Graduate, looking to further studies and become a judge.
and the greatest race sweats and toils,
for soon the extermination begins,
down with the humans with yet another win,
no mercy, compassion, or mirth,
wish to see bleeding dying humans from Shanghai to Perth.
the dream is close to coming past, not much longer can or will the humans last.
Just a few more battles on the plat, sometimes mages, executioners, even bats.
The whooping calls of victory in every Magmar's throat, as we gear up and head for the boats.
Invasion is the call, death to them all; Cries of glee as the Cities of the humans burn and fall.
Shall or should we show remorse or sadness....No, none at all!
see everyone has a creative side....may not be great or very skillful....but its hidden in all of us!
Intermediate
Location: Romania, Bucharest
Occupation: Law School Graduate, looking to further studies and become a judge.
But as the souls of the shaterred bodies of humans all rise to Sheara,
She remembers the oath she made to keep the balance,
So with powerful words and the use of her magic tiara,
She restores the humans to do battle, no more penance.
And so the mighty humans again clash with the brutal magmar race,
Skulls are cracked, blood it flows, deadly are the sneaky mounts,
Shankars, cerra's and endagars moving a slow pace,
Every death, every scalp, every piece of valor it all counts.
So rejoice and let the thunder roll, let the war go on,
No time to waste, to fear, to move on,
Stick to what we do best and defile our enemies,
Rip their legs and arms and knees.
Cheers to every fallen mag, cheers to every win,
Cheers as both races grow more thin.
Drink the agony and pain and hate,
Feast on their souls before it's too late,
Remember every soul that manages to leave, is another magmar with a cleave
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