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 Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:59 pm
 It's a TEA PARTY!!! A Japanese Tea Party.(This thread with the permission of DeluxePanda is being reinvented by Elfrida!) Who's to say drawings and tekteks are the only forms of art out there? No one, that's who! So come one, come all and post your poetry , short or long stories are welcome too ^^ please don't be shy, the more the merrier ^^ and please, everyone play nice.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:47 am
so if i post in my tektek ava then i have to make a story? im a bit confusted @_@
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 4:17 pm
A Brief History of the Fictitious
Pirouette; begin by pushing down with the legs to straighten them, simultaneously opening curved arm to a straight position and turning torso in same direction.
Over and over again the simple steps came through my mind.
After two or three rotations of turning, lower foot that is on the knee back to the floor behind you, open arms out to the sides and halt your rotation.
I was overwhelmed with the constant pressure. My mother, sat feet away, pushing me harder and harder to dance.
I would sigh, refusing to disappoint her, even at such a young age I knew that it was easier to deal with my mother when she was happy.
She would lead me in and out of the studio every afternoon. I didn’t understand why, I was too young to remember it year’s come. She didn’t care though. She pushed and pushed harder and harder I would dance. By the end of a year of her constant training and forced progression I was just as good if not better than the girls around me. The ones that had been practicing for at least three years and still fumbling on a pirouette.
“Mary!”
I am already imagining the oncoming tears. My mother is fabulous, sure. But if you’ve met her you understand the ongoing dilemma of disappointing her. She was such a competitive person, as a teenager she was injured, then unable to dance. Apparently she had, me, a daughter so that competitive side would be fueled.
Small tears fell from my eyes, coming down my chin as I walked over.
“Harder. You have to turn faster and hold your form tighter. Now try again.”
I groaned and walked back. My stubby six year old legs surrendered to my mom. They worked their way in and out of every routine she pushed on me.
By the end of that year, the second of my dancing career, I had been in and out of dancing.
I had traveled with my mom from San Diego to Chicago just to compete. I won too. Again and again I was victorious at what I knew. I found it funny that I was that young and beating girls twice my age. Thank God that age wasn’t required for the sake of my mother.
If so I swear she would have died at a very early age.
“Come on Mary. If you want to make it we have to leave.”
I sighed. I did not want to make it, so I went to the kitchen. I hoped I had something that was almost irremovable from clothing.
*
“Mary!”
My mom called form down the hall way. She was up ahead on the way to the dance studio. I trailed behind, as usual, hoping by some miracle it was gone. Everytime I hoped this, it was always there. It laughing at me for having hope.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 4:18 pm
hehe enjoy!! the last bit was a few years later.... around the age of 11 or 12..... hope ya like it! (:
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:37 pm
Lynx_aurora so if i post in my tektek ava then i have to make a story? im a bit confusted @_@ Sorry this is no longer a tektek thread because we sort of already have one if you look in the 'Give and Get' - Art section of the Guild. But if you want to make/post a tektek that goes with the story or poetry you write you can ^^
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:50 pm
DeluxePanda
hehe enjoy!! the last bit was a few years later.... around the age of 11 or 12..... hope ya like it! (:I love it ^^ it's GREAT!
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 8:33 pm
(I do not think this is poetry but i'm posting it any ways razz ) My dark angel, o how I yearn for thee To hold thee within mine embrace And never let thee go To quench my thirst for thine lips To explore all the hills and valleys that makeup thee To know your face as I know myself To hold your every breath, every word and every thought close to mine heart To feel thine heart singing with mine To always think of thee only To be yours only as thou art mine To love thou as it were the ending of all existence As neither time nor life nor death can have a hold over my love for thee For not even immortality is enough... I miss thee now, even before our first kiss For it is thee who sends my heart a fluttering And my face a glow, smiling always I must hold my breath in your perfect presence I cannot will my gaze away Knowing that if I should drown in thine eyes, I shalt mind Secretly I'm afraid it's all a delightful dream From which I do not wish to awaken...
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:06 pm
Thanks (=
I <3 it Elfrida!
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 12:43 am
your welcome ^^ Panda ^^
and thank you so much redface
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 10:54 pm
PLEASE PEOPLE COME AND POST...
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:52 am
(Again I do not think this is poetry but i'm posting it any ways razz ) I have something to say I cannot lie, keep it secret anymore You don’t have to listen You don’t have to understand Just know it’s me, it’s not you I want to be happy I want to love, to be loved I want to be free So, I guess this is goodbye… No, that’s not the right word Why are the right words always so hard to find? It’s like they’re on the tip of my tongue But my lips can’t make them out Is it fear or is it fate? That I never know just what to say I don’t have the time to waste anymore I’m leaving, going somewhere far away I don’t want to hear it I don’t want to see it ‘Cause I already feel it, deep down inside Sacrifices I’m going to make Sacrifices I’m going to miss Sacrifices going to eat me out from inside I’m sorry, my mind is set I’m sorry, my heart is won I’m sorry, my choice is made I’m sorry, it’s too late I am torn, I tear myself up I want love, I don’t want heartache But I will take it, all or nothing… Nothing is no way to live! And I am going to live And I am going to love And I am going to hope for the best For at times i will to cry And I will laugh, smile through my tears And scream out loud, ‘Cause someday I will die But that won’t be today So, I’ll see you round?
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 5:42 pm
Caramelldansen!!
Tektek with a story. Comments?  I didn't always have this helm...or this curse. I was going to a costume party, about a thousand years ago, dressed as a girl who had a tunic and lily, as was the latest fashion. The staff controlled my magic, and Water was my element, even though my kind was typically Earth. The host had it and was seeing who fit it. It was always too large, and I had one of the smallest heads there. I ignored it and put my gift on the table with the others and grabbed some punch. All of my friends were there, all of us looking similar. Some, like me, were one color while the rest wore various colors. It was fun, seeing what matched and what clashed. Eventually, I was the only one who hadn't had the helm put on. Right before it was put on, we heard the legendary accursed ship, the L.K. Mephistopheles, come to a halt above our home. One of the crew members, a skeleton, came down, creating a hole in the ceiling. It had a helm similar to the one the host had, but smaller, as well as a place for ears. The host's helm shattered in his grip, and he and the others panicked as it grabbed me and two more came down. Those two held me while the first put the helm on my head. I felt something latch on, and a voice whisper, "You are now The Lady of the L.K. Mephistopheles . Good luck, Last Lady. Once she goes down, she's gone, you with her." The skeleton slammed the helm's gold mask down, and I saw nothing more of the normal world. However, my former friends, who were now trying to kill me, were red auras and the skeletons, who were barely blue enough to appear from the black background, turned to dust. I slammed everyone with a tidal wave, silver in my new sight, before running to the white ladder, which led me up to my new airship. I have been The Lady of the L.K. Mephistopheles ever since, and I alone man her. Rarely will you find me on land, for if you did, you died. One of my former friends had hit me, and I have been filled with a hate for those who stayed on land ever since. They were slain a few days after that event, and I took everything from the place and leaving. I have never returned there since, but to get their skeletons to man my ship during weather that requires more than one person.
Once you go purple, you never go back!
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 6:04 am
Kitalpha Hart Caramelldansen!!
Tektek with a story. Comments? I didn't always have this helm...or this curse. I was going to a costume party, about a thousand years ago, dressed as a girl who had a tunic and lily, as was the latest fashion. The staff controlled my magic, and Water was my element, even though my kind was typically Earth. The host had it and was seeing who fit it. It was always too large, and I had one of the smallest heads there. I ignored it and put my gift on the table with the others and grabbed some punch. All of my friends were there, all of us looking similar. Some, like me, were one color while the rest wore various colors. It was fun, seeing what matched and what clashed. Eventually, I was the only one who hadn't had the helm put on. Right before it was put on, we heard the legendary accursed ship, the L.K. Mephistopheles, come to a halt above our home. One of the crew members, a skeleton, came down, creating a hole in the ceiling. It had a helm similar to the one the host had, but smaller, as well as a place for ears. The host's helm shattered in his grip, and he and the others panicked as it grabbed me and two more came down. Those two held me while the first put the helm on my head. I felt something latch on, and a voice whisper, "You are now The Lady of the L.K. Mephistopheles . Good luck, Last Lady. Once she goes down, she's gone, you with her." The skeleton slammed the helm's gold mask down, and I saw nothing more of the normal world. However, my former friends, who were now trying to kill me, were red auras and the skeletons, who were barely blue enough to appear from the black background, turned to dust. I slammed everyone with a tidal wave, silver in my new sight, before running to the white ladder, which led me up to my new airship. I have been The Lady of the L.K. Mephistopheles ever since, and I alone man her. Rarely will you find me on land, for if you did, you died. One of my former friends had hit me, and I have been filled with a hate for those who stayed on land ever since. They were slain a few days after that event, and I took everything from the place and leaving. I have never returned there since, but to get their skeletons to man my ship during weather that requires more than one person.
Once you go purple, you never go back! O.o it's very good, but i think it could be better if you had more of a back story before the events of the party that led to the helm and the curse.
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