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    Untitled Entry


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2007-11-15 22:16:09


       
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    __ESM__



    Welcome to the second page of our November Edition.
    We have some interesting pieces that will hopefully get
    you thinking (and maybe laughing)….




    _Essay_



    Meet your Nemesis


    by Kiddo



    Why do some people put themselves down?
    It's because they want the natural euphoria of being
    reassured that they are fine. They want that feeling
    of relief. It's like a psychological drug, to give you a
    happiness so high that it goes away before you even
    know what hit you. Some might say that this is self-
    destructive behavior. On some level it is. It's like a certain
    saying I've come across: Why did the man keep hitting
    himself with a brick? Because it feels so good when he stops.
    It's like forcing yourself to stay outside on a scorching day,
    just for the feeling of relaxation when you step into your air
    conditioned apartment. This brings me to my next topic:

    The brain conspires against itself. I came across this
    belief when talking to a young homosexual who has just
    came out of the closet. He said that after he thought
    about his attractions, he noticed that he really didn't
    feel any attraction to females. And yet, he cried when
    his girlfriend broke up with him. This is sounds ridiculous.
    The fact that he never really liked women, yet he felt so
    intensely when his female partner broke up with him, is
    ridiculous. But in my mind, believable. The mind was getting
    worried. It knew, deep down, the negative things about
    coming out. So, just like any right mind in its right mind
    would do, it tried to rescue itself. It fooled itself, much like
    saying something that goes against what you really believe
    until your whole outlook changes. It hid the truth in those
    dark corners of the mind, the ones that could only be accessed
    by deep thought. The thing that cause the deep thought for
    this young man was his gay friend. This person knew exactly
    what he was getting into when he decided he was gay, because
    he knew what it was like to a considerable degree. He also knew
    the negative affects, and the mind decided that the good
    things weren't worth it. And for a while, he believed this.
    But, when faced with something straight in front of you, it is
    extremely hard to hide.

    Another case is of one that could actually help you. In a way,
    though. If you are in an entire school, and you act different
    (gay, lesbian, Goth, whatever), you deny yourself. Only
    superficially, though. Its not your choice, its just the right
    thing to do. When someone else is acting weird, and the
    others laugh, you have to laugh, too. If someone is getting
    picked on because they use certain words that are dubbed
    "stupid" or "complicated" or "confusing", you make a note
    in your subconscious that says "Don't ever use that word."
    And for a while, you are safe. You are Anonymous, just another
    part of the crowd. You don't want to be the center of attention,
    you don't want your faults to be obvious to everyone.
    And for awhile, this can actually work.

    This is until you begin to get so used to it that you believe
    that you are smooth sailing enough to start to reveal your true
    self. And this is when it all starts to fall apart. One minute, you
    are Jerry the Normal Guy, the next minute you are Jerome the
    Eccentric Loner. And by that time, you have confused yourself.
    Now everyone's having an identity crisis and it all goes down
    shit’s creek.

    A double edged sword. You can risk the identity crises for
    a few months or years of fitting in, or you can start out as
    yourself and endure. Unfortunately, your subconscious is
    going to know the default answer. It has come to a decision.
    A decision you don't know about until its way too late.

    Its creepy, isn't it? You always thought you could trust yourself.
    Now, you have the chance to be a double agent. On your
    conscious's side, pretending to trust your unconscious, but
    really trying to catch it in the act of conspiring. That’s the
    only way I can think of to escape the inevitable.

    And this brings me to my conclusion. You try to save yourself,
    but in most cases, you can't. Even if you try your best, this is
    the default. Meet your doppelganger. The only advice I can give
    you on this is: trust no one. Especially yourself.

    Thank you and good day,
    Kiddo.


    And now

    A Word from

    Max Million


    Max is a frequenter of the RP section, a friend of Kiddo,
    and writes poetry on occasion.


    ESM: We interviewed your friend Kael in the last issue on the
    subject of RPing; is there anything you have to say yourself about
    the RP section?

    Max: In all honesty the RP section has gone down hill. Not just a bit,
    but a lot. There have been ideas thrown around, some good some bad,
    on how to solve all the problems the RP section is facing. Right now I think
    it's in limbo.

    ESM: You are open about being a homosexual; what concerns you
    about the subject of homosexuals on eliteskills?

    Max:

    Really that there is a good number of homosexuals on ES, yet we
    have no way of letting it become known. I mean it's not like I'm asking
    for a gay pride day or something. Just some recognition.

    ESM: Are there any problems or issue's that you would like to see
    addressed in the continuation of ESM?

    Max:

    First and foremost is the restoration of the RP and poetry sections
    of ES. That is the biggest problem facing us and, as such, it should
    be addressed first. ESM: Do you think ESM has been useful in it's
    purpose of improving interest and feedback on this site? If so, how?

    Max:

    I personally think ESM has been very helpful in its purpose. As with
    most media outlets it helps to keep members informed, especially of
    the parts of the site that need to be fixed.


    ***

    If you have any responses to this interview, send them
    To us via PM.

    ***<*>***


    _Featured_




    Death’s Wind

    By vencix


    As I stand in front of your tomb stone,
    Thinking of what the life we could of had together,
    Crying and trying to dry my eyes,
    but I can't because you left me behind
    With nothing but a memory of what we were,
    as a cold wind starts to blow.
    I put on my jacket and start to walk home,
    But even though it is on,
    I am cold;
    And as the cold seeps into my bone's,
    A cold sleep takes hold.
    And as I turn around and look at your grave
    and head towards it,
    I fall.
    As deaths arms embrace me
    and the wind blows
    I fall into an endless sleep,
    Never to wake up again.

    ***


    ""When you come to a fork in the road, take it.""

    -Yogi Bara


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    Untitled Entry


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2007-08-02 17:04:06


       

    ____Welcome to Page Two.____


    On this page we’d like to honor a few

    Writers who are devoted to their genre of poetry

    and would like to have a say about their work.


    Reporter: Jeniffer
    Interview: crestfallenman
    Theme: Dark and gothic (whoo hoo)




    *crestfallenman*


    Name: Alex Bony
    ASL: 19/m/CAL
    Writing style: Dark and dramatic
    Favorite metal band: Cradle of Filth
    Awards: two for a great rewrite.

    A word from crestfallenman on his looong epic poem,
    In One Final Desire.

    ES:
    What inspired you to write such a poem?

    CFM:

    To place it into terms, I was inspired by the bloody countess
    Elizabeth Bathory, that most on this site probably aren’t familiar with.

    She was a noble Queen in Hungary, way back in the 1500-1600 hundreds.
    She was considered the most infamous serial killer in Hungarian history,
    who spent most of her life in Cachtice Castle. After her husband’s death
    she and four others were accused of torturing and killing dozens of girls
    and young women. She bathed herself in her victim’s blood to maintain her beauty.
    In 1611 she was tried for it, but never sentenced to
    death, for her nobility. Actually the story has inspired many.

    Cradle of Filth’s 2001 album was an album of her biography, and I wanted
    to do the same, even though this poem wasn’t about Elizabeth at all;
    I kept it as Religious Fiction.

    All in all what inspired me was the darkest side to the Catholic Church;
    I wanted to flare a bit more I would say revenge then an evil
    theme inside of the epic, but that whole flare of evil never leaves
    my side in any poem, as you can see as you read it.

    ES: What is it about, in a nutshell?

    CFM:

    This poem, despite its Satanic aspects, it's cruel and vivid imagery
    of torment, it’s bias of hating God and criticizing a religion, has a deeper
    message that I hope everyone can see, and that is about an innocent
    woman who was taken of her innocence through the refuge she had
    once had (the Church), and rage and fury begins to boil inside of her.

    To place it into short, she seeks out revenge and sees that the religion
    she once had through her revenge, is filled with a whole bunch of hypocritical
    perverts that need to be brought about death. The poem is about revenge
    and a story of an attempt to end the pandemonium inside religion. Yet
    at the same time it is about a love for revenge that is taken to far in the
    characters eyes, and she begins to devow her whole life into the devils hands;
    she begins not only to execute and torment her tormentors, but many other
    innocents, for wealth and fame of her beauty that the devil had promised her.
    Soon she begins to become brainwashed ith the love of murder, which leaves her
    to her lamentful death.


    ES: About how long did it take you to write?

    CFM:

    Well, I started the poem in the
    beginning of April and wasn't finished with it until the end
    of the month; I worked off and on from work, but I would say
    it took me a month to write, due to corrections, staying on
    topic, and researching the tools that I used in my write.

    ES: Will you be adding to it?

    CFM:

    That is a hard one, since my character has
    died, I can't simply add to it. But yes I do plan on adding to it
    due to the thought of inventing her resurrection.


    ES: Awhile back, some people got mad about
    things you were saying around the site; you said that
    it wasn’t you, someone had stolen your password and
    wreaked havoc under your name. Would you like to
    clarify the truth about that?

    CFM:

    I can assure you and assure you again that was not me. It was my brother,
    who had found my password and simply wanted to bash everyone on this site
    under my name. It got even harder when I vented to a past ex girlfriend about
    it and she created an account and basically it started raged war all over the place.
    I promise you Eliteskills, I have been a member of this site for over three years,
    I mean no harm to those, and I have apologized to all of those that were ever
    involved inside of this site about this misunderstanding.
    My apologies again to those who were involved.




    *(*)*(*)*



    Here we would like to honor
    the blood, sweat, and tears that was put
    into this write by crestfallenman (literally!).
    It is the longest poem he has ever written.





    In One Final Desire



    By crestfallenman




    “A crescendo of faith, so enticed,
    By glory and the pride of virgin hide.
    The paths we have created, the tide to vice,
    Would be spiteful as dogma can thrive.

    Look upon the generations of faith,
    How can one gleam that claim away?
    From their guilt; not their ignorant face,
    And sun set shall foray light astray.

    As the opening eye in the morning awakes,
    The hallowed and the cursed bring horror.
    As the seraphim smites lands he forsakes,
    Of us sinners that bonfires promises in war.

    Humanity!

    Welcomed this desire today,
    This better infamy, this better end,
    That will feast our souls forever, in nether,
    And bring ill exit as it gleams all hope away!"




    And now the story begins...


    ****


    Due to the disturbing content of the rest
    of this poem, it doesn’t all appear here;
    this is a link where you can read it in it’s
    entirety and give him your thoughts and suggestions.


    In One Final Desire





    Other featured writers:




    The Execution and Homecoming

    chemberdan

    Expectations sting more
    Than the actual
    Sever
    ing

    In a second it is done
    Beyond repair

    …Shock…

    I am haphazardly
    delivered

    The blur is over,
    Like I had never lived it.

    My home, every need
    Furnished unconditionally

    Helping me, f o r g e t. . .

    The only reminders are
    Unexpected smells
    that cause me to
    pause.


    ******




    My Dearest

    -=Bass=-


    So proudly we glanced upon the moon,
    When it was not all there was to say,
    Shining from your eyes of doom,
    Escaped from the burning hay.

    Dare you see a soul upon the heat,
    Then crouch within the door,
    To her desires screaming upon my feet,
    But when the vivid ore.

    That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
    Yet I dreamt of my love so dearly,
    That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
    A loss in love that touches me more nearly.

    Thats the dream im chasing for thee,
    The one hidden behind the shelf,
    Neither thou or I hath lost the key,
    But thou must find it yourself.

    My secrets being is my nearest,
    Though it shall not be my thought,
    Cause thou my love is my dearest,
    Still every token is yet to be taught.

    Still the moonlight is there to see,
    Within thy sparkling eyes,
    Flawless we dance, you and me,
    Between all the lies.

    Let not my love be called idolatry,
    Nor the death of my beloved show,
    Let me praise the word for the beings to see,
    To one, and one, still such, and ever so.


    ******


    Water

    By vencix



    Water
    It moves with nature,
    it flows with the land,
    it’s white rapids flowing over the stones;

    fish swimming up river,
    to nest and to give life;
    bears clawing at the fish
    to feed their young.

    Water supports the world
    and I think it is
    what will always be
    the way of life.



    Sky

    By vencix



    The sky
    ever so blue like the sea.
    the clouds like white rocks in water.
    shaped to what you want it to be.
    The air crisp and cool to the breath.
    The jet stream pushing the weather
    every which way.
    Birds flying high, soaring.
    The sun burning, giving life to the plant.
    Plants growing towards the sky.


    ******



    **Lyrics**



    We Are (From Spiderman 2)

    Ana Johnssan

    (sent in by Azuire)


    See the devil on the doorstep now
    My oh my
    Telling everybody, oh just how to live their lives
    Sliding down the information highway
    Buying in just like a bunch of fools
    Time is ticking and we can't go back
    My oh my

    What about the world today
    What about the place that we call home
    We've never been so many
    And we've never been
    So Alone

    Keep watching from your picket fence
    You keep talking but it makes no sense
    You say we're not responsible
    But we are, we are
    You wash your hands
    You come out clean
    But fail to recognize the enemy's within
    You say we're not responsible
    But we are, we are
    We are

    One step forward, making two steps back
    My oh my
    Riding piggy on the bad boys back
    For life
    Lining up for the grand illusion
    No answers for no questions asked
    Lining up for the execution
    Without knowing why

    Keep watching from your picket fence

    It's all about power, bout taking control
    Breaking the will, and raping the soul
    They suck us dry 'til there's nothing left
    My oh my My oh my

    What about the world today
    What about the place that we call home
    We've never been so many
    And we've never been
    So Alone

    Keep watching from your picket fence

    It's all about power, bout taking control
    Breaking the will, and raping the soul
    They suck us dry 'til there's nothing left
    My oh my


    *****






    "All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry."

    -Edgar Allan Poe


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    Untitled Entry


    Mood: Can't wait for you to read me!

    Posted on 2006-10-21 21:36:56


        THANK YOU FOR READING OUR FRONT PAGE ISSUE, AND WELCOME TO PAGE TWO, WRITTEN EXCLUSIVELY BY JENIFFER AS WELL BECAUSE NOBODY HAS THE GUTS TO OFFER TO HELP ( JUST KIDDING) GET READY TO BLOW A GASKET, BECAUSE WE HAVE SOME HILARIOUS SELECTIONS FOR YOU THIS WEEK!

    This week's theme: Comedy

    This week's member selections:

    These pieces were selected because of their sheer ridiculous laughablity, which, while they may not perk up your brain, will at least brighten your mood with a giggle or two:

    I love you more than's
    by Pabafc

    I love you more than an ant loves picnics.
    I love you more than a chair loves a butt.
    I love you more than a bra loves boobs.
    I love you more than Puss loves boots.
    I love you more than a head loves hair.
    I love you more than a bowling pin loves a bowler.
    I love you more than a controller loves sweaty hands.
    I love you more than a soda loves a burp.
    I love you more than glasses love bad eyes.
    I love you more than shoes love fun socks.
    I love you more than a gun loves bullets.
    I love you more than computer loves binary.
    I love you more than ice loves cream.
    I love you more than Jesus loves his biography.
    I love you more than Star Wars loves his nerds.
    I love you more than Truimph the Dog loves his cigar.
    I love you more than a black guy loves big butts.
    I love you more than a dog loves a good head scratch.
    I love you more than a movie loves viewers.
    I love you more than the floor loves food spills.
    I love you more than a plate loves food.
    I love you more than an emo loves a razor.
    I love you more than a goth loves white make-up.
    I love you more than a prep loves popping their collared shirts.
    I love you more than a skater loves Vans shoes.

    Crazy by Dead_inside

    Crazy? I was crazy once! They locked me in a padded room! I liked it there. I lived there. I died there. They buried me there. They buried me with TWO flowers. One grew up and one grew down. I didn't like the one that grew down. It tickled my nose! It drove me nuts! Nuts? I like nuts! Peanuts, walnuts. Walnuts? Yuck. I don't like walnuts! There gross. They drive me batty! Bats? I like bats! Brown bats, fruit bats, vampire bats. Vampire bats? Ew! I don't like vampire bats! they drive me crazy!

    And now...a word from wewak:

    Political Correcchtness


    Watch political correctness? Maybe critical politeness!
    don’t you dare to say the things that you may think;
    Just to call a female “Lady” is an area so shady
    it’s much safer to say “person” - dodge the stink.

    No, that fat man isn’t fat, sir, don’t let anyone hear that, sir
    never tell a blind man that he cannot see;
    If you read the daily papers all the boomer future shapers
    have now printed up a list of things PC.

    All the schools have outlawed Noddy cos his morals seem quite shoddy
    in a bed with Big Ears? (isn’t that name wrong?)
    But if dear old Enid Blyton should attempt to start re-writin’
    she would have to read the rules and tag along.

    Take dear Winnie and the Pooh Bear, there is such a lot to do there
    even Humpty Dumpty has his share of heat;
    They will tell you that it’s sleazy calling Humpty over-easy
    he has simply failed to land upon his feet!

    So then what of young Jack Horner, why was he stuck in a corner?
    when a special school was there to do the trick;
    If the Dean had hired a tutor surely Jack would be a suitor
    in a haystack with a virtue-challenged chick!

    Oh my God, I mentioned chicken! Watch the tree-hug vegans sicken
    just the thought of eating flesh will make them quake;
    They are loving, kind and gentle (though they seem to worship lentil)
    it’s no wonder they’re as skinny as a rake!

    Well I simply must away now, I’ve attracted CIA now
    and the Poetry Police want me in court;
    If old Santa causes shame well, don’t hold older folk to blame, hell!
    it was innocence and love that WE were taught. --



    _New user_



    This week's featured new user is an odd one; sorry, but you probably won't get to know this guy; he left the day that he signed up, and hasn't been seen since. But....something about him is just so funny!


    --Elite Writer
    Alias: jimjimjimjimjim
    Name: John Doe
    Days Away: 19
    Life Story: ...
    Page Views: 7
    Shiny Objects: 240
    Favorites: 0
    Forum Posts: 0
    Shoutbox Posts: 0
    RP Posts: 0
    Signup Date: 19 D
    Last 20 Submissions: Nothing submitted.

    Despite jimjimjimjimjim's apparent lack of interest in just about anything to do on ES, he did contribute one thing to eliteskills the day he signed up; he posted a contest, which seems to suggest a promise, but doesn't elaborate enough to be sure....


    hello$$$$$$$$$$$

    Rating: 0
    Page Views: 23
    Posted by: jimjimjimjimjim



    Abstract

    hello$$$$$$$$$$$

    Details

    hello$$$$$$$$$$$

    Conditions

    hello$$$$$$$$$$$

    Prize

    hello$$$$$$$$$$$

    The contest expires on the 28th; if you would like to enter, go to http://www.eliteskills.com/poetry_writing_contest/


    _Funny lyrics_


    I Wish I Were in Love Again

    Artist: Frank Sinatra


    Writer(s): Rodgers/Hart


    The sleepless nights - the daily fights
    The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights
    I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites
    I wish I were in love again

    The broken dates - the endless waits
    The lovely loving - and the hateful hates
    The conversation - with the flying plates
    I wish I were in love again

    No more pain - no more strain
    Now I'm sane - but I would rather be punched - drunk

    The pulled out fur - of cat and cur
    The fine mismating - of a him and her
    I've learned my lesson - but I wish I were
    In love again

    The furtive sigh - the blackened eye
    The words: "I love you - 'til the day I die"
    The self deception - that believes the lie
    I wish I were in love again

    When love congeals - it soon reveals
    The faint aroma - of performing seals
    The double-crossing - of a pair of heals
    I wish I were in love again

    No, no more care - no, no despair
    Now I'm all there (now) - but I'd rather be puncdrunk

    Believe me sir - I much prefer
    The classic battle - of a him and her
    I don't like quiet - and I wish I were
    In love again - in love again - in love again

    Junk Food Junkie
    Larry Groce
    Written by Larry Groce

    Released by Warner Bros. Records in 1976; playing time, 3:03
    Was Groce's only hit, making it as high as #9 on the _Billboard_ Hot 100




    You know I love that organic cooking
    I always ask for more
    And they call me Mr. Natural
    On down to the health food store
    I only eat good sea salt
    White sugar don't touch my lips
    And my friends is always
    Begging me to take them
    On macrobiotic trips
    Yes, they are
    Oh, but at night I stake out my strongbox
    That I keep under lock and key
    And I take it off to my closet
    Where nobody else can see
    I open that door so slowly
    Take a peek up north and south
    Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie
    And I pop it in my mouth
    Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
    Just as healthy as I can be
    But at night I'm a junk food junkie
    Good lord have pity on me
    Well, at lunchtime
    You can always find me
    At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
    Just sucking on my plain white yogurt
    From my hand thrown pottery jar
    And sippin' a little hand pressed cider
    With a carrot stick for dessert
    And wiping my face
    In a natural way
    On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
    Oh yeah
    Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
    And I'm all by myself
    I work that combination
    On my secret hideaway shelf
    And I pull out some Fritos corn chips
    Dr. Pepper and an Ole Moon Pie
    Then I sit back in glorious expectation
    Of a genuine junk food high
    Oh yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
    Just as healthy as I can be
    But at night I'm a junk food junkie
    Good lord have pity on me
    My friends down at the commune
    They think I'm pretty neat
    Oh, I don't know nothing about arts and crafts
    But I give 'em all something to eat
    I'm a friend to old Euell Gibbons
    And I only eat homegrown spice
    I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
    Filled up with my brown rice
    Yes, I do
    Oh, but folks lately I have been spotted
    With a Big Mac on my breath
    Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
    With a face as white as death
    I'm afraid someday they'll find me
    Just stretched out on my bed
    With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
    And a Ding Dong by my head
    In the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
    Just as healthy as I can be
    But at night I'm a junk food junkie
    Good lord have pity on me

    This conludes our third annual issue; thank you for reading ES Magazine.

    If you have anything to contribute, don't hesitate to PM Jeniffer ( Abbas is gone for awhile, but he'll be back)


    What we need from you:

    .Editorial articles on any subject you like

    .lyrics, stories, any piece by another member that you would like to nominate

    .Your nominations for our poetry award

    .Your favorite lyrics

    .All ideas are welcome

    If you would like to be a member of our staff, contact Jeniffer.

    Remember, ES Magazine is by the members, for the members, and about the members, so we need everyone's help!

    -Jeniffer

    *smashes keyboard with sledgehammer*

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    Untitled Entry


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2006-09-24 16:08:40


       WELCOME TO THE SECOND PAGE OF ES MAGAZINE

    Theme : Romance

    My apologies, the next issue, which was due Saturday, will be coming late; I'll try to have it up ASAP. I need more writers for this page! The issues will start coming in on time once I get my writing schedule in rhythm.



    Hopefully you are in a sentimental mood, because we have some beautiful and very romantic pieces for you this week.

    To start it off, we have an interview with borderlinetears, who's speciality is love poetry.

    ~Borderlinetears~


    Name: Bethany
    Nickname:BLT
    Life story: Not paying attention
    ES personality: Warm, bubbly, sweet, kind, loves to write about love and stars, naturally happy and overall a great friend, you're missing out if you don't know her.

    ___INTERVIEW___

    ES Magazine: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OF YOUR WORK?

    BLT: THE PIECE THAT I LIKE THE MOST THAT I WROTE IS MY PIECE JADE.

    ES:YOUR LEAST FAVORITE?

    BLT: I DON'T HAVE A LEAST FAVORITE HONESTLY. LOL

    ES:WHAT FAMOUS WRITER DO YOU ASPIRE TO?

    BLT: THERE ARE TOO MANY JUST TO HAVE ONE TO ASPIRE TO BE LIKE. AND BESIDES I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE ANYONE ELSE. I WANT TO BE ME! ;)

    ES: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THEME/CATEGORY TO SUBMIT UNDER?

    BLT:MY FAVORITE THEME TO SUBMIT UNDER IS THE LOVE CATEGORY. i BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH LOVE TO GO AROUND. WRITING ABOUT IT IS SO MUCH FUN. ALTHOUGH IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE I WROTE A LOVE POEM...HE HE

    ES:WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ON ES?

    BLT:i HAVE A LOT OF BEST FRIENDS ON ELITE. THE MAIN ONES ARE ON MY STALK LIST...OBVIOUSLY ;) I LIKE A LOT OF THE PEOPLE HERE THOUGH. EVERYONE IS SO WELCOMING AND HELPFUL.

    ES:WHY DID YOU JON AND WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE TO SAY TO SOMEONE WHO'S NEVER HEARD OF ES?

    BLT: I JOINED BECAUSE I WANTED TO SHARE MY WRITINGS AND THE SITE SEEMED CREDIBLE. I WOULD JUST TELL SOMEONE TO CHECK IT OUT IF THEY LIKED WRITING. LOL

    ES: WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE ABOUT ES?

    BLT: I WOULDN'T CHANGE ANYTHING ABOUT ELITE. I LOVE IT LIKE IT IS...OTHERWISE I WOULDN'T HAVE STAYED HERE. LOL

    ES: WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? (WHY NOT)

    BLT:MY FAVORITE COLOR IS PINK! :) GOTTA LOVE PINK!

    ES: IF THERE WAS A POEM THAT EXISTS DEEP IN YOUR MIN THAT YOU WISH YOU COULD WRITE BUT CAN'T FIND THE WORDS FOR, WHAT MIGHT IT BE CALLED?

    BLT: STARGAZER

    ES:WHAT MEMBERS' WORK DO YOU MOST ADMIRE?

    BLT: I ADMIRE A LOT OF PEOPLE ON HERE. I CAN;T JUST PICK ONE. THE ONES I LIKE MOST ARE, LIKE I SAID BEFORE, ON MY STALK LIST. THERE ARE A LOT MORE THOUGH THAT I ENJOY THAT AREN'T ON THERE. LOL MAYBE THAT'S WHAT I'D CHANGE ABOUT ES - TO BE ABLE TO STALK MORE PEOPLE. ;)

    ~Star Flakes~

    by borderlinetears

    the stars fell from the sky last night.
    staying up to watch the stars
    shimmer and streak the sky,
    we never noticed that they
    were actually
    fall
    ing

    to
    our
    heavenly oasis
    in which
    our bodies were

    disheveledupon.

    star dust awoke us this morning.
    disguised as misty morning dew,
    and i could’ve sworn it was

    December

    by the icy glazed liquid
    gracing both our fatigued faces.
    but we soon realized it was

    September

    because when our lips
    found themselves

    immersedtogetheragain,

    the taste of
    summer star flakes
    caught between
    our tongues
    and felt more exciting
    than the first
    fall
    ing

    of winter snow flakes.
    http://www.eliteskills.com/u/borderlinetears

    Some love poems from the American Album of Poetry, ninth edition 1942, from between the bookends of Ted Malone.


    Remembering the Dark

    I'd like to be the lightning,
    A golden shaft from God
    That strikes into lilies
    And the soft brown sod.

    I'd like to be the silver
    That zigzags up and down
    Across the blue heavens
    And through the great town.

    Yes, I'd like to be electric
    A quick come and go,
    For just being human
    Seems so very slow

    Oh to mix in a motor
    And drive a great machine:
    Yes, to be a force eternal
    That can never be seen.

    Yet here I stand so puny
    Among the race of men,
    While there a great dynamo
    Chants 'lectricity again.

    But when think of loving,
    I can't admire sparks;
    My mind runs into rhythms,
    Remembering the dark:

    And when my heart caresses
    I like to linger so,
    My lips seems to human,
    Love won't let me go.

    So when it comes to loving
    I'm not a shaft o light:
    I'd rather be a woman
    In the soft black night.

    --Rosalie Goodyear


    Phantom

    Last night when the moon was free
    I sent a breeze as messenger
    To brush a kiss across your lips.
    did you turn your head, alert,
    Because it ruffled up your hair
    So like my fingers, light as air?
    did you close your eyes to dream
    And hear the rustle of the leaves?
    It was my echo, whispering
    My heart, my soul, belong to you!
    And always, when the moon hangs low,
    should you but pause and wish for me
    You will feel my presence near,
    Lingering in every shadow
    Beneath the pale moonglow of night.

    --Guanetta Gordon



    Interval of Flame
    I should have met your tentative caress
    With frosty eyes, or cool deceptive lips.
    I should have feigned a somewhat startled air
    And held you off with warning fingertips.
    No doubt the old traditions have their place
    Wherein the man pursues, the girl withdraws,
    or simulates a passive attitude -
    And yet, my dearest one, in that brief pause,
    before your lips met mine, I quite forgot
    the careful, stilted role I should have played!
    I couldn't see your eyes, but at your touch,
    some wild sweet madness stirred my heart and made
    me lift my lips to yours. I took your kiss,
    more tremulous and shaken than you knew.
    And yet not caring if you dimly sensed
    With how much eagerness I came to you.
    Your hands were gentle, and your tenderness
    Was something I had never known before
    I felt as though you took me by the hand
    And led me through a strange enchanted door
    Swung open by the magic of your kiss.
    Beyond which there was neither time nor space
    nor anything I knew- except for this-
    an interval of flame in your embrace.

    --Sylvia Gordiner Lufburrow


    _Members_

    Blogs/ websites: (take a look at one or two!)

    http://myspace.com/shawn_t_smith

    http://skye-paintings.blogspot.com




    Post a message below and let us know how you liked this weeks' issue.

    Send in your blogs, URLs, page links, pieces, lyrics, facts....

    and let us know if you would like to be interviewed or would like to see friend interviewed!

    Also, we need more writers for page two.

    Contact Jeniffer via pm or email Skye_Jeniffer_ESMag@yahoo.com or PM abuzzbuzz92.

    Thank you for reading ES Magazine!

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    Hello, ES!


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2006-09-17 17:00:27


        THIS IS A MESSAGE, NOT AN ISSUE YET

    Welcome to Page two of ES Magazine. I'm your writer for page two, Jeniffer, and I hope that not only will I have contributors, I will have co writers and maybe an editor. I think it will be less work for each person if we have some separate writers for this page.

    PM this page or Jeniffer if you would like to write for this page exclusively, meaning only for page two. Page two will likely have a flavor that distinguishes it from the first page; there will be features and articles that are exclusive to page two just as there will be for the front page.


    The new issue is due tomorrow, Saturday, but I might have to make it a day late. There is some information that I really need for members to send in; don't hesitate to help me out by sending in suggestions. If I get enough by Saturday, I will be able to post it in time; otherwise we'll probably have to wait until Sunday or Monday for the second page issue.

    Here is the information I need ( PM Jeniffer or ES Magazine p.2):

    (The next issue's theme will be romance)

    .Whatever great love and romance pieces you can find on ES, and anything else appropriate

    .Any blogs or websites you would like to see the links to advertise either on the front or second page

    .Any messages or dedications you want to see here. Romantic would be the best, but any kind will be great

    .Lyrics! Songs titles!

    .New members you know of, and if you don't know any, get the names of one or two and PM me

    .Any veteran members, friends, great writers on ES that you know of


    Help out further by telling your friends to come see this page and send in suggestions!

    It will be a really great debut issue, so help me get it ready and up ASAP.

    LINK TO PAGE ONE:

    http://www.eliteskills.com/u/ES+Magazine

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