He He, for days I have been trying to write a decent poems but they always end up sucking lol, so of course a decent idea happens to come when I am writing an away message for AIM lol Away Message: A dark whisper clouds the mind, As a hidden thought creeps through the night, As the sun sets for the final time, The sound of the wind rises As I say my good-byes and my goodnights... Poem: The bell tolls 12 times as the sound reverberates through our bodies. We live the sound, and the time, one entity in ourselves, and in one another. On the fourth, ring my mind stirs, to awake from its slumber which is has lived in for so long. On the eighth is slowly awakens, to activate, to work, to stretch and to go, On the twelfth, it is thrown into a hellish nightmare, never to escape, never to let go, Where a dark whisper clouds the mind, and future generations dim, As a hidden thought creeps in through the night, intent on creating havoc, And as the sun sets for the final time, to rest forever in its dormant state. The sound of the wind rises and falls, and dies with the rest, As you tell me to say my good-byes and my final goodnights. I beg to differ, its only good bye if its not a good night. And its only goodbye if I begin to cry, and my tears grow and grow, till they are lost in the night, As I say a good-bye and wish you good night, when the bell rings again Ill be gone Um...now that I am finally being creative, how about another :-) A story perhaps. She awoke in an unfamiliar place. With strange ugly curtains, and itchy, uncomfortable clothing. The bed was not hers. The room smelled of cabbage, not of lilacs and roses, the aroma she was so familiar to. Her face was buried in the pillow made of some strange fabric that she was unaccustomed to. It was very rough and it was almost scratching her face. As she rolled over, she found that she was unable to feel her right leg, and that her left arm was bloodied. She tried to call out, but her mouth did not seem to work. Rolling over again slowly to avoid pain, she lay on her back to stare at the ceiling. TO her surprise, there was no ceiling to this strange foreign place. The roof was open allowing her to stare up at the night sky. She could see the moon, a glowing crescent in the sky, and only a few stars. Most of them dim and fading. She sat up on the bed and took a better look around the room. As her bare feet hit the cold cobbled stone floor, she jumped. The stones were like ice; they were so cold they were almost burning. She looked down at her flimsy black dress she was wearing. She did not recognize it, and it was much too large. She could see on the wall dozens of pictures. Most of them of war, men on horses, knights, kings and queens. Then on the farthest wall a picture hung by the window that shocker her. It was a picture of her, dated several thousand years before she was born Again, feed back GREATLY appreciated! Alex