Thomas, Maltuin

Welcome! Nice to meet you neighbor. I'm from Alabama. What kind of music do you like? Do you write or do any other art besides drawing?

That's really good Zvoc! That's the right emotion! I'm glad you picked up on that part.

Thinking back, removing "is" and "the" from that line would kinda work when read as a continuation of line one. Hmm And I will look into this "prosody"

I just don't comprehend how you BEGIN to learn to play like that man. And 8 strings?!

I have never really practiced meter. I used to toy with it a bit though. Stresses are something that I understand but not fully. This poem was written in a time of depression as a way of getting it out and afterwards I felt much better. The opening of the poem changed before I posted it here it originally read something like "the sloth is so slow I think his CPU is laggy" I realized however that it didn't match the rest of the poem. I am glad you like the meter. At see point I'd like to dig and see if There is a positive correlation between certain moods and good pretty elements and perhaps certain styles. I'm sure limericks would be more fluid if written in a positive mood. If you have any more suggestions on accent, feel free to share. I would be more interested in knowing how all the different types accent affect a poem (at least traditionally).

So this is good then?

Yeah, crunch time for sure. On the bright side I have a 103% in calculus 2 right now lol

This looks nice, Like Naomi mentioned, it looks 3D but also a little flat. you seem to grasp the idea of perspective and i think your on your way to improvement. There is some really good detail here and I'd like to see what you can do to add more texture to the trees in the back. The distant background looks really cool in this one i think and the textures on the flora and the stone/rocks are impressive. Keep it up I wanna see moar. :3

Later that day, Emily sat in the study hall reviewing literature for English Composition. Some of the stories were good, but some of them made her uncomfortable. She was reading one such story, "The Storm," when she began to remember a short lived romantic relationship from her high school years. She had never been a jealous type, but her confidence had not been high as she had only begun dating. A handsome albino mouse whith a notch in his left ear had asked if he could escort her to the homecoming dance. She almost couldn't answer (she had been crushing on him for a few months and did not realize that he acknowledged her existence in the slightest. Obviously she was flattered, so much that her lips refused to form the response required. Instead she made a nervouse noise while managing a quirky half grin and nodded happily. The time came for the dance and she was wearing a modest dress that accentuated her lean shoulders. The homecoming dance had never been a very formal event so the dress was cute, but not extravagant. The boy mouse, Aaron, arrived at her door five minutes early and was equipped with a small bouquet. He was a proper Gentlemouse and wanted to make her night special. When she came down, Emily's parents were having a nice conversation with her escort who seemed a bit nervous. She asked if he was ready to go and they were off shortly after. There was nothing notable about the dance. It was a typical gathering of youth exploring the idea of love. He had made her feel special, danced with her, brought her punch when she was thirsty, the usual things. Emily thought he was interesting and they seemed to hit it off quite well. She couldn't help but hope they would have other dates and he seemed to really like her. There were times of course when they both talked briefly with a few friends seperately before coming together again. They had a nice time and it was over too soon, they both felt this to be the case, and when it was over, he took her home and left her with a kiss on the cheek. At this moment Emily's memory began to swirl and shift a bit. It grew cold and bitter and pulled her in deeper against her will. The next memories came in segments... She arrived at school early the next day and immediately looked for him. She found him talking to a girl he used to date. They were laughing but he stopped to introduce her, it seemed as though they had never stopped seeing eachother. She wasn't mad, she didn't know how to feel... She saw the flowers on her dresser, only they were in grayscale... She saw him smiling from across the lunchroom at her, only to return to his conversation with "her"... She saw the flowers again, this time they were droopy... She saw them kissing under the bleachers at the edge of the football field... she saw once again the flowers, this time in color although there was not much color left to see, they had become brown-yucky-green and were bare... Aaron didn't talk to her much after that. It was as if they never talked, danced or met. All except for this one time when he came to her with a soft expression and said "Emily?..." and again "Emily?" this time it sounded a bit odd. "Are you okay Emily?" a stocky Rat whose name Emily wasn't sure she had ever known had been talking to her for a moment now. Emily stammered, "Y-YES! I'm fi-" "Uh, I'm sorry I didn't mean t-" "No! no, you're fine! I was... I was deep into this story. Please, I didn't mean to be rude. Its nice that you wanted to check on me. "Well ok then, I uh, I guess I'll see you around." he began to walk away. Emily felt stupid. She tried to shout to him to catch his name, but instead all she got out was, "Hey! I like your shoes." He turned around looking a bit confused before saying, "Thanks?" "It's over," she thought, "Not even halfway through semester 'uno' and already she was the incarnation of a faux pas. She dropped her head to the desk as he started to turn. "Hey, actually," he said turning back around, "would you like to study with me somet-" Emily wasn't sure if the blush of her cheeks was visible, but to her it felt as if they were glowing. She had snapped upright as he spoke but not quickly enough. There was an awkward pause before he began to walk away the second time. Her brain resuming function just in time this time, she called, "Uh hey, you didn't tell me your name." "John," he said, "but everyone calls me 'Biff' usually." "Well, John, I would love to study with you sometime" she said mustering false confidence," see you tomorrow?" To her suprise, he actually smiled almost looking nervous before he spoke," Yeah absolutely! Great, tomorrow then." She let him walk away this time. Making sure he was out of sight, she put her head back where it belonged on the table and let it bounce purposefully a couple of times muttering, "Great! What now you idiot?" switching to a mock tone "How can I further embarass myself tomorrow?" and back to her voice, "Oh, I'm sure you'll figure something out..." "Emily? you ok?" Lily had walked in right on cue. "Actually Lily," she never lifted her head from the table, "I think I might have just died" Lily looked very confused, a look her face was accustomed to, but after a moment just smiled and sat down at the table beside Emily with her books and began reading.

Hehehe that is the way of poetry dear tigress. Poetry is often a bit ambiguous so as to allow a personal interpretation by the reader. So if you so desire, try going deeper into the chaos. Chance a spin on the wheel of perspective. If you read line by line, what does it make you think of in relation to your own experiences. There are no wrong answers here!

What do you get after putting a golf club in a microwave? .............................................................................................. A new microwave. XP

What do you get from this? http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1158256/marriage-of-fallacy-and-non-sequitur/ If anything hehehe

We have all been pretty busy with school. We are off to a decent start but we are waiting for school to calm down a bit.

Is there a preferred audio file format? Wave, mp3, etc.

O would love to do some voice acting, it's been a sort of small dream of mine for a while now. I could probably help with some.

*waves* mow :3

Hello there! Nice to meet you! *hugs*

Nice!

Nice. I hope to try my own paw at that soon

Usually? Lots of herping and Derping.

*pounce hugs you with lots of nuzzling* yay a tigress! Tigers have become common here but I have noticed a bit of a shortage most places. It's hard to find felines in general. Glad to have you sister cat in Christ! *The silly tiger is distracted and chases a bug*

[THIS IS STILL OPEN] If someone reads this and decides to participate later on, I'll pick it up. I'd like to try something with you all, if you feel so inclined to participate. This thread is not a place for discussing the responses of others because there are no wrong answers. I'm going to make something and then at the end I'd like all who participate to help refine the end result. But the less you know, the more organic this process should be. This is experimental, I'm sure you have all noticed that I tend to wander outside the lines artistically. Here is what I need from you. Post a response containing: ONE thing in your life that at this very moment makes you feel hopeless, helpless, and alone. Then skip a line and type: ONE thing present in your life at this very moment that makes you feel hopeful, able, and encompassed with love. Don't write me a book. Don't explain. Keep it simple. The two inputs do not even have to be related. Try to think of them separately. Now this is a Christian forum so... God brings us all hope, rather than listing God, please use an example of something God put in your life or gave you that brings hope. If someone before you already used yours, go to the next thing in line that comes to mind. Once again I want everyone to be comfortable sharing if they so desire, so please do not post here with recourse or comment on how there input is silly, irrelevant, or wrong. However, please don't post any thing obscene (although I'd like to think that isn't an issue for anyone)

I second this