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Mood: The Usual

Welcome to ESM

In this, our October issue, we have of course

collected some excellent poetry that we hope you

will enjoy, some that bids farewell to summer

And welcomes the season of fall….and Halloween…

This issue’s reporters:
Avril54--Editor in Chief
Azuire--Lyrics Contributor
Finnigan—volunteer assistant

Interview: Peace_Maker
Special Report: ES Role Play
Theme: End of summer

Date posted: Sept. 30, 2007

This month’s award goes to a lighthearted piece
That is in best description, well, a poem…..

Fillet of Soul

By cuddledumplin

This poem was a bit too long
A bit too rigid
So with a sharp knife
I shaved off its skin
Removed its spine
And thin, white bones
Now nothing will stick
In your throat
I put it on a plate
With some paper towels
And let the rhyme leak out
Perhaps in its brief blandness
You'll find something
A delicacy in its pink flesh
To justify my labor


_Special Report_

Role Playing

The role playing side of ES may not be as large or
receive as much attention as the poetry/writing side,
but it can be a fascinating world in it’s own right.
Role players are rather passionate about the freedom
that role playing gives them to assume the identity of
the character’s they create, and to act out their own stories
in their own imagined environments, playing by their own
rules. Good friends and complex relationships are made
here, and real people shine through the fantasy names
and manga images.

Role playing has a give and take similar to that of the
comment system; ‘post in my RP and I’ll post in yours’.
It has it’s own chatroom, albeit a makeshift one.
Considering the current state of the poetry chatroom,
This is a fun place to come when you want to talk to people
live. You don’t need an RP profile to post in the chat or
anywhere else, but it’s easy to make one. All you need is
a name, age, species, personality, information, and image
from Google (optional) for your character.

Later on we have a guide to navigating the RP section,
With tips on each place, and getting started with RPing.

Some RPers have a legitimate complaint about the state of
Role playing. Here is Peace_Maker, known by his fellow RPers
as Kael, to represent the RP community:


ESM: What would you say are the main problems
with the RP system?


Within the RP section of ES, I can say that we have
a fair share of problems. I cannot say that these problems
overlap those of the poetry side, but we do have our problems.

One major problem is the "hacking" of profiles. It has been
bothering a lot of us, and its constant use is only ruining this
good environment. Another problem, is the constant spam of
horribly made RPs. Lately we've had a huge number of new
comers, but most of them have no idea what they are
doing. We are trying to teach them the basics of this site,
but sometimes they refuse to reason. That has been a major
problem for us. Another was cybering, but it has died over
the past few weeks.

ESM: How do you think they should be taken care of?


The funny thing about this question, is that in the last few
months, some veterans of the site have taken there time to
fix these troubling problems. I won't name anyone, but there
are people who would really like to see this place turn around.
The answer to our problems, basically lies with the web master.
If we can get a hold of him and speak with him about these problems,
then we might actually get something done. People have ideas!

ESM: Speaking for you and the RP community, what changes
would you all like to see?


I'd definitely like to see some change in how RPs are made.
You can make them too easily, and the details of each one
aren' depth enough. We should put restrictions on certain
things, so one cannot spam RPs every day. It can get annoying.

Also, I'd like to see some change in the welcoming committee.
Pretty much, when someone new comes in, give them a warm welcome.
Manners around here have totally changed.

ESM: You said that you have tried to talk to Jimmy,
but haven’t gotten a reply. What would you like to say
to him here?


I have sent Jimmy messages in the past, yet I have
not received anything. I'm sure many of you have heard
rumors that Jimmy doesn't give a hoot for the RP section of ES,
but I cannot confirm that. We really need to speak with him,
and settle these problems. I'm speaking for the poetry side as
well here.

ESM: How welcoming are you guys to newcomers?


Like I said before, we need to step it up in the welcoming isle.
I see new faces almost every week, yet no one gives them
a hello, or a welcome. Kindness has good outcomes.

ESM: Which current RPs would you suggest for a new
RPer to join?


Well, the quality of RPs lately have gone up and down,
but I've seen some good ones lately. A lot of our veteran
members have been holding back on making their RPs, but
I'm seeing an equal amount from both new comers and veterans.
As for suggesting RPs, I can't really reply on that, as I have not
fully checked all of them.

ESM: What tips would you give to being a good Role Player?


Details. I'm seeing lots of people make a post with very little
detail. A good writer takes his time in making a well detailed environment,
be it setting, or a simple respond to another character.

ESM: How big a part of your life is Role Playing?


I consider it, my soul. I've been Role Playing for almost two
years now, but I've been writing for most of my life. I can't
live without it like music. It's part of me.

ESM: What kind of stories do you most
Like to post or join?


I'm a huge fan of fantasy and sci-fi, but I'm willing to try
I'm not a fan of cyber though, unless a story is involved.

ESM: How would you describe yourself as a person
In comparison to the character you usually are in the
RP world?


My real name is Enrique Ruiz, but I see myself as Kael Fenshir,
the first character I've created in my stories. I see Kael as
everything I cannot be. I sometimes RP where I feel as though
I am my actual character. Sounds odd, but it helps me.

ESM: Besides Role Playing, what do you like to do around ES?


I'm no good with poetry, and I know it is a major part of ES.
I want to see ES shine in both the RP section, and the poetry.
I also tend to converse with fellow RPers in chat rooms, or outside
of ES. All in all, Role Playing is my life.


__A guide to Role Playing__

To enter the RP section, use Role Play on the right sidebar.
Once in the section, there is sidebar on the left from which to

Role Play

Go here to view the list of active RP threads.


This is the current chat thread. Usually it is created under
the name, ‘Is anyone even on?’ It’s a good place to stop by
first, especially if you’re new and would like to get acquainted
with the regulars.The chat can move fast, so if your computer
has trouble keeping up, you might have to click on Refresh a lot.
Some of the regulars you’re likely to meet are:

Max Million,
Lord Bane,
Sarah Black,
and Sorn.

Some of these are not their username, so there is no link.

RP Profiles

Go here go to sign in as a character. If you haven’t created
Any characters, click on Create a Profile.

Make RP

Here’s where you create your story/RP thread.
You will need a setting, a summary, rules, and you can
choose if certain people can join or if it’s open to everyone.

It can be somewhat intimidating when you first start out;
it’s hard to know how to jump into a story that has been
going for awhile. It can help to start your own RP to see
what the process is like. It’s good RP manners to post in
someone else’s RP when they post in yours. It’s also a good
idea to only post RP threads that are for real RPing, not cybering
or any other useless threads.

Here are some good RPs to check out:

(The names of the people who have joined are their usernames,
not the names of the characters they created for the story.)

Star Wars: Veil of the Sith

Genre: Fantasy
Creator: Darth Mastiff
Status: Far along
Who’s joined: LadyAsta, Lareth, gwen sundala…..

The Best Years

Genre: Drama
Creator: Tasha333
Status: Far along
Who’s joined: heyhey77, NoraNay, DJ desrosiers…

The Sickness

Genre: Science fiction, horror
Creator: ellesmera
Status: Still beginning
Who’s joined: ellesmera, Megsrus aka Meg, DJ desrosiers….


Genre: Friendship, Romance
Creator: Raven_
Status: Far along
Who’s joined: NoraNay, Squall Leon Hea, Doom Hammer,

If you want to try to join one of these,
be sure to ask the creator first.



Image of the month

JW Waterhouse

The Lady of Shalott

…….But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

--Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott,
8th stanza

_Featured Writes_

Handful of dust

by Paradox

"I will show you fear in a handful of dust" T. S. Eliot


I used to mingle with the dried leafs and the autumn wind
Now the trees all wear frightening faces and avoid contact
At all costs
The frozen wind spreads rumors through the woods
A new war is coming that will end it all
Old bark begins to creek
Ancient roots unveil dirt and horror
This is the time of soul gathering under a giant tree
And I'm left on this muddy river shore
With plastic bags and a dead bird
Caught in a fishing net
As quiet companions


Hairline border between now and mass destruction
Not another hypocritical speech
Matter bursting free energy
Arouse more than sleepy eyebrows
Dust covered eyelashes
And quirky question marks
I offer a future uncanny
Like waking up in your grandfather's dirty clothes
Laying on your belly on the worked out field
Mouth filled with rich soil
Arms embracing the earth
Soul lost in the wind


There's a new wind of change
And it carries ancient whispers
Muddy recipes of another golem ramification
Death by dried earth
Solid air
Dirty hands will someday strangle sunshine
And broken bathroom mirrors
In old gas stations
Could be a gateway
To your former self


Throw a quarter in the dust filled air
Think about glory and illusion
Marc Anthony and Cleopatra had their faces stamped
On different sides of the same coin
Now the last mermaid is trapped in a defective jukebox
And spinning spiders spin their webs above your head
As if thoughts could fly


Sunshine and Dew

by Marysunshine

If I were the sunshine
and you were the dew,
I’d free you from your earthly seat,
evaporating you to saturate the wind
with a touch of my sultry little finger.
You’d then meet me in heaven
and cover my brilliance
from the eyes of my worshipers
way back on earth
with your cloudy condensation blanket,
and I’ll rest while only you watch
my peace.


Kids at Pond’s Edge

by nansofast

at pond's edge cat-tails and pussy willows
caress the wind, in steel-blue, sun-warmed sky
your green eyes lavish love growing wild
in delight as you drink verdant scenery.
you pull stones from my soul
like stars shone in wounded night
skip them across in a side-slice hurl
five, six, even seven arcs as we watch
live art rippling in geometric waves
washing the pond- soul clear until
her surface is visceral and transparent.

you dive through its mirror,
swim deep into the source
of profound, mysterious instincts
inside the peace of heart and soul
you rest, curled like an unborn child.
womb man, she is
my reason for completion
woman, she is
the depths of my intimacy
my blessings abound
you've appeared, and you're real.

we are survivors, of cold dungeons
in kingdoms of loneliness
the taste, like joy, and release of pain
sometimes, only tears
have the power
to diffuse life's emotional elixirs.

the warmth above my brow
marks your passage of escape
sealed tight with tender lips
you keep my soul from harm.


The Costume Store

by Jeniffer

Take a stroll down Main Street
turn into the costume store
you'll notice the clock is stuck on 3:00
and the layer of dust on the floor

You can't turn around and leave just yet,
When you see the Goblin's grin;
something in the atmosphere
will seem to draw you in

You go to the counter and ring the bell
but the store is still and dead
you follow the sign that points to the back
and you’re suddenly filled with dread

You might just get the shivers
when you see the strange displays
like the giant headless Superman
that’s been collecting dust for days

"Hello?" you say as your fear grows
The only answer is the mannequin’s pose
as you bolt for the door, she grasps at your clothes
your knees are knocking, as the saying goes

As you escape into the blue of night,
And run on towards the street lamp's light,

It's as if you awoke from a horrible dream,
And you swallow a lump and suppress a scream;

Your mind swirling with disbelief,
You stop at the curb and sigh in relief.




Haste the Day

Red leaves blow in the wind
Leaving home and everything it's known behind
Barren branches wave goodbye
As the red leaves slowly die
Every flower stares and watches
As the wind, it takes me away
Before the sun, the sun shone upon me
Oh now, now the wind, it takes me away
It takes me away, yeah, it takes me away

Red leaves falling through the branches
Making their way to the ground
Blowing by the flowers sleeping
No one knows the leaves are leaving

Every flower stares and watches
As the wind takes me away
Before the sun, the sun shone upon me
Oh now, now the wind takes me away

Every flower stares and watches
As the wind, as the wind takes me away, yeah
Before the sun, the sun, the sun shone upon me
Oh now, now the wind it takes me away!
And every flower stares and watches [x3]
(And every flower stares and watches!)



Dashboard Confessional

(Added by Jeniffer)

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart

Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed,
too early to say goodnight

You have stolen my heart

And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all will sleep well,
sleep well

You have stolen
You have stolen my heart

I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel

You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart



Barry Manilow

Friday night it was late
I was walking you home
we got down to the gate
and I was dreaming of the night
would it turn out right

how to tell you girl
I want to build my world around you
tell you that it’s true
I wanna make you understand
I’m talking about a life time plan
that’s the way it began
we were hand in hand

Glen Miller’s Band was better than before
we yelled and screamed for more
and the porter too
made us dance across the room
it ended it all too soon

and on the way back home
I promise you, you’ll never be alone
hurry don’t be late
I can hardly wait
I said to myself when we’re old
we’ll go dancing in the dark
walking through the park and reminiscing

Friday night it was late
I was walking you home
we got down to the gate
and I was dreaming of the night
would it turn out right

now as the years roll on
each time we hear our favorite song
the memories come along
older times we’re missing
spending the hours reminiscing
hurry don’t be late
I can hardly wait

I said to myself when we’re old
we’ll go dancing in the dark
walking through the park and reminiscing

we’ll go dancing in the dark
walking through the park and reminiscing
you should be dancing
and reminiscing


Shoot the Moon

Norah Jones

(Added by Jeniffer)

The summer days are gone too soon
You shoot the moon
And miss completely
And now you’re left to face the gloom
The empty room that once smelled sweetly

Of all the flowers you plucked if only
You knew the reason
Why you had to each be lonely
Was it just the season?

Now the fall is here again
You can’t begin to give in
It’s all over

When the snows come rolling through
You’re rolling too
with some new lover
Will you think of times you’ve told me
That you knew the reason
Why we had to each be lonely
It was just the season


Fields of Gold


You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold


Personal Messages:


From: ES Magazine
To: Morrtigan
Message: Congratulations! We wish you
Lots of happiness (on Tuesday October 2nd at 3:00pm)!
And good luck!

From: Azuire and ES Magazine
To: crimson echo (joined last October)
Message: Happy ES birthday!

From: Jeniffer
To: Everybody
Message: Dude!


For a distinguished effort in writing a duet
With a genuine harmony of two voices,
The first ESM Poet Collaboration Award goes to

__*For Now and Always*__

By charmedidentity and Crestfallenman

You left me in the shadows of the deceased
Where I hopelessly search for your essence
Where I anticipate our love will rekindle
But I cannot bear the separation any further.

My love, I am not endowed by the separation of our hearts,
Nor am I blissful for the torments your spirit suffers,
Of this tragic love game you seek in despair,
But darling you are wrong, for in your heart I will be there.

My nights are filled with waterfall tears
And you’re not there to touch me to sleep
To hold me until there is no reason to cry
And wake me by kissing me good morning.

Those long sleepless nights you stain tears on your pillow,
I am right beside you, helpless to grant you my comfort I used to.
I chase you throughout those days you feel void,
Failing to touch those tears I could once wash away.

I walk on the streets filled with emptiness
Feeling the breeze pretending it is your touch
Somewhere hearing your voice call my name
But this imagination can only be in my heart.

So much happiness is I to forever see your beauty,
Can you not hear my voice in the clattering leaves in Autumn?
The wind that blows through your ears is my whispers calling you,
To halt your search, for I am forever within you.

You’ve taken from me all that had meaning
Now I can only enjoy the moments of the past
Every little detail reminds me terribly of you
How can I not collapse myself into sorrow?

Of the frozen moments taken from you,
From the days that had once bequest all beauty in life,
Have been derived from the departure I have taken,
Let my spirit not break you into sorrow, but break you from sorrow.

I cannot summon you from the world of death
For I have no means to find the magic I long
But if I could find a way to return you, I would
And promise that I’d never leave your sight.

Heartbreak not over the desires of mortal pains,
But triumph over the beauty of your eternal unfading memories.
Of the days we danced feverishly underneath the heavens stair,
Near the willow you now sob into tears.

I’ll never stop searching for your presence
Until I find peace that you’re my guardian angel
That you will guide me to bliss as I would for you
And one day until my time has come to leave
I will be reunited with you, my one true love.

My love I am near you,
Close your eyes and believe I am near,
For you shall find you have been searching the wrong places,
It has been so long you've noticed, that I have been near you,
Since the day my tired eyes closed forever.

Charmedidenity & Crestfallenman


This issue has been brought to you by:

Jeniffer, who has calluses on her typing fingers;

The current volunteer staff: Azuire, Avril54, and Finnigan,

Who all contributed their services;

Imageshack; the vital tool in all of our formatting;

Dyntene Ice mint gum; Icy Fresh Breath Changes Everything

(Just kidding. No it doesn’t..)

Send all contributions to Jeniffer or ES Magazine via PM.

If a ‘letter to the editor’, with a question,

Request, or opinion, is sent in early enough,

We will include it in the next issue with a reply

From a member of our staff.

Thank you for reading us!

"The eternal mystery of the world is it's comprehensibility."

-Albert Einstein

...Created 2007-09-30 19:50:51

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Mood: The Usual

ES Magazine

Welcome to our new issue.

We want thank our loyal readers for your support,

and also Webmaster Jimmy for adding us to the sidebar.

Thank you to any newcomers for stopping by.

Feel free to leave a message with your thoughts.

In this issue we have a lot of information

about members; you might end up meeting some people

you didn’t know, and you’ll likely see the names

of some good friends. We also have some

great poetry from a few very talented poets on ES.

This issue’s reporter: Jeniffer (who did you expect)
Editor in Chief: Avril54 the great
New Lyrics Contributor: Azuire
Reporter still on vacation: Abbas, aka abuzzbuzz92
Interview: Ronswords
Theme: All things ES

*__Featured member__*


Name: Ron Ramonas

ASL:38/m/woodbridgee, NJ

Elite age:630+ days

Writing style: Just like him; extremely optimistic.

Site issued Awards:

members who are observant, generous, and patient.
Mark Of the Elite:
members who are extremely generous in comments.
members who are especially giving in feedback.
Kindness award:
Submitting 20 or more posts and maintaining a ratio
greater than 1.2.

Quote: “ Look Carefully At Every Negative
You Will Surely Find A Positive”

A word on Ronswords

On April First, ES members were flabbergasted to see
this banner over eliteskills: a picture of Ronswords next to,
“Hello Elites. I have sold a portion of my sports cards and have
purchased ES. Look forward to all the changes to come.
God Bless, Ron.”

The confusion that followed must have had Jimmy crowing.
“God Bless” was a nice touch. Deep down we knew he wouldn’t
sell our home sweet home to anyone, but he must have had fun
watching the hullabaloo.

Ron ended all doubt when he wrote in his journal
that it was a joke that he had nothing to do with;
some were disappointed, some relieved; but it makes you
wonder what would have happened if he really had bought it….


ES Magazine: How did you react to seeing your picture
in that banner saying you bought eliteskills?

To be honest with you, I never saw that banner.
I checked my page, I believe it was the day after,
and I had like 10 comments from people congratulating
me on purchasing Elite Skills.

I will also be perfectly honest in saying I didn’t
get one bad comment from anyone degrading me for
supposedly buying the site. If anyone has a copy or
downloaded the picture Jimmy said he posted with that banner,
I would Love to see it.

ES: What would you do with eliteskills if you had bought it?

If I bought Elite Skills, I really wouldn’t change so much;
but I would have a lot more filters preventing people from
insulting or using derogatory or racially themed words.
We have lost an incredible amount of good quality writers
on this site and I find that very, very sad.

We need to become more like the family we once were on
this site about a year and a half ago before a lot of negative
wanna be Emo teens tried to take over. I assure you, though,
we are a strong site and there is still an incredible amount of
good quality writers on this site that will once again bring
Elite Skills back to the site we once were.

ES: What is most important to you in writing?

The most important thing in my writing is to let others
know that they are not alone.

If you look closely at people’s problems you can easily find
out that we are all very similar and we have all shared a lot
of the same problems. I will never stop trying to reach out to
people and help them move forward. I myself have been
through an incredible amount of pain in life and have learned
a lot through all my hardships. If I can help one person
out from feeling depressed and show them the way to
Happiness, then my mission has been accomplished.

ES: You always spell the word ‘friend’ with a capitol F,
because you believe in the importance of Friends in life.
How would you describe yourself as a Friend?

I believe Friends are an extension of family.
I, for one, am very picky on who I call a Friend.
Though I may have many, many acquaintances,
I only have a handful of true Friends.

I would describe myself as a true Friend.
I would never let someone down if they are a True Friend.

I have been hurt many, many times in the past
and a couple of times right here on this site
by people I thought were true Friends,
but you know something, with God is my witness,
I would be the first one at a hospital wishing
my worst enemy a speedy recovery,
and letting them know I’m there if they need me.

I strongly believe everyone deserves a second chance.
It’s when you have given them, say, 6 or 7 chances,
and they still talk about you behind your back that you
really know, hey, this person is not the true Friend
I thought they were.

ES: Why do you think some people seem to see you
as controversial?

The people that see me as controversial
are the ones who continually insult me and put me down
behind my back to others. I will be honest with you,
I hate no one. If I have one major fault it is not realizing that
everyone cannot be my friend. There are some people,
no matter how hard you try to be Friends with them and help
them move forward, they just are not receptive to my words.

I guess another reason some may find me controversial is
because I simply refuse to back down when I am attacked
by others. I always resort to my strongest asset: my brain;
to show others though you may have hurt me, there is no way
I am going to let another’s negativity ruin my
positive outlook on life.

ES: What is your best experience on eliteskills?

My best experience here at Elite Skills,
to be honest with you, is all the kind comments
and PMsI get from people letting me know that my
words have helped them move forward in life.
I received a PM just last week from someone who told me
I truly helped them change their way of life and they just
wanted to Thank me for caring.
I tell you I was crying after reading that.

I Thank God every day for giving me the gift of writing
and giving me the words to help others move forward in life
and escape from the negativity that is trying to weigh them down.

ES: You don't really follow any specific religion;
you believe in one God and that He is everyone's God.
Do you believe that there is a devil?

I know as a fact there is a God.
He has rescued me from a life of sheer hell
and delivered me the beautiful life I now have
in front of me. He has come to me many times when
I was down or in a depressed mood and talks directly to me
letting me know I must never give up my dreams
and my hope for World Peace.

And, no, I do not believe in the Devil. What people call the Devil
I believe is man made negativity. All the Evil in this world is caused
by our own jealous hands.

There are many of us humans who preach racism and would kill
just to prove their point is valid. I also believe when these people
die God is a Peace Loving God who realizes these people have
mental problems and have become influenced in a terrible way
by the negativity of the World. I do not believe God has an evil
bone in his body so I do not believe he would sentence someone
to a life of hell. That idea is absurd to me.

As I’ve said, God is A Peace Loving God and he is aware of everything.
We must realize without his Loving Heart we would have
destroyed human life and also this beautiful gift of the Earth
a Long time ago.

ES: Have you had experience in any kind of religion
and learned from it?

I was raised a catholic and have learned an incredible amount
about the life of God and Jesus from my Catholic teachings.
I have received communion and also Confirmation.

I would never insult any religion as I believe all religion leads one
closer to God and His Loving Heart. I would also like to stress
Satanism is not a religion, it is a false belief. Think about it;
why would someone praise something that only causes evil and pain?
It makes no sense to me.

ES: It is obvious to anyone who talks to you that you are
incorrigibly positive about life. How would you describe your
philosophy in a few words?

In a few words my philosophy on life is simple:

Is it really that hard to reach out to someone in need
and let them know you care?

The World would be so much better if we all opened
our eyes and realized the answer to World Peace is
right in front of us. The answer is Love, Sweet Love.

In order for this world to change we must first learn how to accept
others for who and what they are.

I truthfully believe the World will be in Peace one Day and I will
never ever, ever stop praying for it.

I want to Thank Es Magazine for giving me this opportunity
to explain myself.

If anyone needs someone to talk to, just drop me a PM.
I always return my messages.

God Bless
Ron Ramonas


__Rons Writes__

__Reflections Of The Here And Now__

The mirror residing on my wall
Is split right down the middle
One side carries my heart
Deep into the past
And at times may leave me all alone
With bitter tears falling from my eyes
But that side also carries
Many beautiful memories of time gone by
Happily bringing back the memory
Of those who have passed on
To a wonderful new life
So we may hold each other once again
And not be afraid of anyone destroying
The sacred love that will always be there

The Other side of the mirror
Picks up my lifeless soul
And deposits it straight into the future
And there many dreams are fullfilled
Right before my eyes
If only just for a fleeting moment

I must be careful
Not to stay in the future for too long
For this new found reality can become addictive
Leaving me shallow
Without the strength to accomplish the dreams
That are actually quite easily within my reach

How I wish there was a way
To unite both sides into one
But I am fully aware
That on this earth
That will never happen
For the mystery of life
Is not for our earthly souls to find
Only to enjoy


__A Boy’s Best Friend__

The Olde Teapot
Resting Peacefully on the Stove
The One I Haven’t Used for So Long
Reminds me of the Memories of You
Together We Sat
Letting the Beautiful Sunlight
Unite Two Souls as One
Thinking Nothing
Would Ever Break Us Apart
How I Miss
Your Smiling Face
And the Gentle Touches
You Gave me as A Child
Always Letting me Know
No matter what
Grandma would Be There
To Erase All the Pain
Trapped Inside
The Growing Mind of A Child
The Years have Passed
And Your Memory is Everywhere
Everywhere I Look I Find another item
That Draws me Back
To the One Love
That Never Could be Broken
I want to Thank You
For Always Being There
And Helping that Little Child
Grow Into the Man I am Today
I Wait Patiently
Till the Day my Earthly Life is Over
And Once Again
I Can See Your Smiling Face
Proving to Everyone
Once and For All
The Bonds of Love
Cannot be Broken by Death
Only Made Stronger
In Beautiful Eternal Life


__Livin in the 80’s__

I remember back to the days
When Billy Ocean found his Caribbean Queen
And Bruce Springsteen left me happy
To be Born In The USA
John Cougar Mellencamp would tell Jack And Diane
To not let the pain Hurt So Good
Michael Jackson
Would tell all his enemies to Beat It
But they would always Wanna Be Starting Something
Nena would release 99 Red Balloons
As Falco would call Der Kommisar
And Culture Club would remind us that War Is Stupid
But What I remember most about those times
Is the song that influenced me more then ever
John Lennon’s perfect voice
Singing loud and clear
Just Like Starting Over
My God do I miss those days
The 45 of that song hangs on my wall today
Always there to remind me
That in the game of life
I will Never Give Up


__Elite Member Award__


This award is for those who set the standard
that all members should follow,
with friendliness, reliability, effort put into writing,
and generosity in giving feedback.

Necrotic deserves to get credit for doing her best
to be kind to others and working hard on giving
others feedback as well as on her writing.
Give her a hand.

(cue applause and fanfare)

Here is some of her work that she is proud of:

My Marble Orchard

Dancing Darkness

Jesus Who?

__Petition to save ES__

We have recently started a petition to bring ES back
to the site it once was.

There are many veteran members who will attest to how ES
has changed since a few years ago. It used to be much more
active, and most could count on getting regular comments and
good feedback, and people would usually reply when you commented.

Writers of depressed, angsty poetry have taken over the majority,
however. People are more lazy than ever about giving feedback,
and the state of ES has suffered as a result. We are losing talented
young writers who are discouraged because of getting nothing in
return for making an effort to give comments to others.

ES still has a fighting chance, though. What makes it special is
the quality of friendships made here; the many imaginative,
free spirited members form a kind of family that is a great place
for any aspiring amateur writer to find support of their thoughts
and experiences.

We need to liven up and make more efforts to circulate
comments; show the newer members just how much
this community can help them with their writing.

So far, these are the members
who have signed the petition:

Adden Lee
crimson echo
Someone’s Epiphany
Squall Leon Hea

The signers had a lot to say about ES:


When I first started posting here, you could only post if your
reciprocated % was above 78%. Also, you could only post two posts
at a time. This kept out the people who just want to post everything
they’ve ever written. It also kept you commenting.

Can’t post unless you comment. Brilliant.

Also, I think a lot of people are fed up with leaving long
well thought out comments, and not even getting a thank you
in return. This is just a common courtesy, but it keeps a nice
friendly atmosphere.

Also, short thoughtless comments are pointless, and take up space
and time. Maybe institute some kind of a minimum word per
comment or something to keep people paying attention.
"This is good." ... Thanks for your time and well thought out
comments. I understand not every comment is going to be positive,
but at least pretend you care!

This site has helped me edit some of my worst poetry,
and some of my best poetry. I have made life-long friendships here.
I have read some of the best poetry the WORLD has to offer here.

We can’t weed out the angsty teenyboppers,
but we can encourage them.
We can’t rid the site of non-commentors,
but we can overwhelm them with comments.
It’s up to us.
I know every poem isn’t awesome, but if it sucks, let’s find
more creative and constructive ways to say that it sucks.
This site is by the people, of the people, and for the people.


Squall Leon Hea:

Elite skills is the best website I ever entered and right now,
I consider everyone there as a family to me and am planning to
keep it that way, and hey, I love to share my writings, and am
wanting to improve in it too, and I specially love RPing , it makes
my life wish come true, it’s living in another world and RPing helps
me become many people , in many worlds and many time lines
and am really happy, and ES unlike other RP website is ELITE
by all meaning, so hey, if you closed it, I’m gonna search for you
and end your life like you will end mine by closing ES.


I love it here!

ES has helped me to understand that it can still be a poem
even if it doesn’t rhyme. I know this doesn’t sound like much,
however for me it is an brought about an evolution of my work.
I used to force words to rhyme, perhaps they made little to no
sense but no matter to me, as long as it rhymed.
I now write poems of substance, rhyming or not.
And that is my improvement.

I feel that we all have talent, unbloomed or not, we do.
ES can help those who haven’t blossomed yet, mature and grow.


I have been on ES for several years and like everything in life
it goes through its changes. I still post here and I still read and
comment - I have made several friends here and yes,
it used to be a lot different - more interactive and more fun but
there are still a lot of talented people here and some good posts
–if you look.

People just need to reciprocate more I think.
If someone reads and comments on yours I feel it’s just good
manners to read and comment on their’s too.

ES will always be a special place to me

love,peace,joy&smiles to share



A place to honestly discuss writing of every type and style
with maturity, thoughtfulness and insight.

Much of what made this site so helpful was the diversity of the
contributors who were more than willing to give of themselves for
the good of others. Many of them have gone to other sites or other
disciplines, and what they had to offer has been lost.

Who’s willing to step up and write relevant work?


This site used to have so much more variety and expression here.
At times, it was overwhelming how many good poems were
being churned out. That level of quality has dropped and
people have drifted away. I admit I split my time between this
site and another one; I can’t quite leave this site because it’s been
so good to me, and I’ve met a lot of great writers and people
in general.

I’ve learnt this the long, hard way, but there’s a way to
Constructively critique someone without it getting personal.

In the two years I’ve been here, I’ve improved dramatically.
I’ve had work shredded, reviled, and spat on.
But it gave me that kick up the arse to improve. Some people wilt,
some people go "screw that" and rise above it all. Which one are you?
But in saying this, I’ve still learnt from people who gave positive
comments, but they tended to say WHY something worked
(which is still constructive).



My poetry teacher encouraged us to join this site so we can
get constructive feedback on our work. I’ve been here a little over
a year and a half and it has changed dramatically.

Looking back through my earlier works I noticed a great decrease
in not only comments I’ve received but the detail and helpful
criticism within them. Those comments helped me understand
my writing style more and giving comments helps me look for
things that make a good poem. Now all we have our "Rants" and
"Teen Angst" which is a big art of poetry these days, but those
authors have become attention hogs in the worst ways.
They only comment so they can post. I think it’s selfish.

Quality of poetic talents are being diminished.
Many of my greatly talented friends left because they weren’t
getting what they needed. Opinions. That’s why we joined this site.
To get feedback, to learn about poetry in a safe environment
away from classrooms and harmful criticism.
I want that ES back. We all do.


ES is a great place, I plan to stay here for many years to come!


I’ve been here for three years (ish) and lurked around.
Found some friends, found some enemies, found some inspiration
too along the way. I’ve disappeared for months at a time;
and yet every time I come back, there are the few writers who
welcome me back with open arms.

This site isn’t about the writing for me.
Writers will write no matter the circumstances and problems
that arise. For me, this is a place where the criticism is constructive
enough to sting (a little), and the praise is enough to make me want
to continue. This is a place where I can be exactly as I am,
say exactly what I feel, and have others respond truthfully.
This is a place where I find reason in my insanity.
The place where I go when no one else will understand.

ES has been my lifeline, on more than one occasion, and the people
here that I call my friends are more than just friendly companions.

They are inspiration. They are guidance.
They are support and they are my family.


The extent to which I find this site to be a home for my soul
is to the point that I think of myself as an Elitist.
Its safe to say that this place has helped me so much.
I feel I have developed as a writer, but also as a person.
I enjoy talking to these extremely talented people, I enjoy the
beauty of their dreams that they are so willing to share and if
they feel their dreams are not getting the proper respect then
I say let’s make it better for them.
Currently, I have 145 % reciprocation and I put an effort into
responding to kindness.
This community keeps me inspired and more often then not thrills
me with its willingness to help.
I do agree, however, that some users don’t respect certain things
that exist to benefit all of us and as such I think they should
try more. In the end I just want to say that putting up this petition
is an excellent act that will show how much we can stick together
to protect what is our most valuable asset that no one can take
from us: our dreams.




I gotta hand it to ES for giving me the boost I needed.
Even with my jobs, love life, and everything going on, I know I can
come here and feel welcome. There are too many good writers here
and too many good people here to let this place go. So, here are my
few words of gratitude and hope for ES.

Thanks everyone.

Let’s not let ES fall.


How you can help

Participate more with members outside of your usual
circle of friends. Reach out and give comments for the
purpose of helping others, not just so you can submit.
Join this petition by giving your thoughts and saying
How you will contribute to the state of ES in this forum post:


You can also take a position to write for ES Magazine.
We need someone to specialize in these things:

.Gathering thought pieces, essays, and poems to feature
.Handling contributions sent in
.Researching for and putting together interviews
.Deciding who to interview for each issue
.Planning the structure of an issue

One person can specialize in one or a few of these things,
But one person handling everything, as Jeniffer usually does,
Is not the most practical way to do it. It would be very helpful
To spread the work out over different people, especially if and
When Jeniffer is not able to work on ES Magazine. Once we have
a team put together, we can discuss who will do the main work for
each issue, and who will handle other errands.

One way to give selfless comments is to comment anonymously.
If you help out with ES M, you can get the password to the account,
Providing you keep it to yourself, don’t change it without consulting
Jeniffer and otherwise are responsible with it. You can give
comments as ES Magazine, and because you won’t be improving
your own percentage or expecting anything return, it will be for
the sole purpose of giving good advice.

Anyone interested in joining the ‘staff’ may PM Jeniffer and we’ll
Talk about what you will do.

Here are some writers who are known to write quality work
and give good comments. Many are in need of more feedback
and would appreciate a helpful comment.

Suggested writers:

Someones Epiphany
Phantom pen





Raphael (sorry, link doesn’t work)
Katana Ryoko

wool raincoat
black pearl


Personal Favorites

These are some of my favorite writers here, as well as good friends.



Specializes in romantic writes, although she is suffering
from writers block at the moment; she’ll brighten your day
with her sweet personality.

Milo Shanley

A talented poet and a good buddy to have; his poetry can have a
deep message or poke satirical fun at hypocrisy, particularly the poetic


Quite mysterious, and with a style that is all his own; his words are
combined in an unexpected and puzzling way, but with a hidden
meaning, and filled with beautiful imagery.


This is one hilarious Aussie, and he’s got great rhythm!


By all means among the elite veteran writers; he’s had quite
an interesting life.


To join this petition and give your thoughts on EliteSkills,
go to this forum thread and be sure to PM
Jeniffer when you sign:


-*-*_Featured writes_*-*


By MoMartyr

The snow has fallen on a now late afternoon
It has been so long I hope to see you soon
I must be dreaming

Oh, whatever shall I do?
You can’t blame me for this can you?
I’m just dreaming
I’m just dreaming but I can’t fall asleep tonight

You’ll never be part of this lie
You’ll never be part of this lie
You’ll never be part of this lie but it’s all right
It all works out

The snow is falling down
I swear it's falling down on me

The textile of her soul design
Sleeping with the deal she signed
Lovers cast committing crimes she wore

I’ll never be part of this lie
I’ll never be part of this lie
I’ll never be part of this lie but it’s all right
It all works out

Sick of all of the groggy droning
I'll gobble down all your melatonin
Why can't I have this and why can't we just dance the night away

And if I could sleep forever...


Go here to listen to NoMartyr’s demo of the song
With these lyrics:

A Silence

By Reckoner

What I held for you was a ghost of an ideal face
soft and supporting and always overstating reality
I never intended to leave you lying on fibrous clouds
no question marks or open bear traps were called pillows

you clinged to my fractured sentences
silent, as I wept with fresh eyes
you craved to be the crevice that tears flee into
how silent the time we shared and how slowly the moment died

enormous waves of invisibility
I shared my heart with your hand then
as we cloaked ourselves in stone
and pressed our eyes against the moving water

I cried and I lost my words
I did not care

I saw your future and mine
and the potential for despair

so bleak were these new times of separation
I watched the ducks chase the food that swam beneath them
webbed feet kicking at the absorbing current
as they swam closer to me I wondered if they had lost touch with the world too

I wanted to measure the distance around each of our fingers
to know the length of a string that could bind us together properly
I wanted to know how smooth a stone had to be
to skip just enough times to beat the sting of reality

despair was not the love that we shared
was not the moment that I teared
despair was the moments that bordered this one
this time on the stone staring and crying and tightening my grip

despair equaled the kind of silence
that my tears would not have you to find


Talking to a rose

By Wewak11

...and should I mention perfume,
best I speak in whispered whimsy
lest my fanciful brain
conjures her heady fragrance – again
draws me closer to
breathe her
taste her Aeolian bouquet

...and could I picture morning’s dew?
droplets of moon glow
lilting on velvet petals
reflections of the secret nighttime
Shall I tarry
to see dawn’s sunlight and dewdrops marry
and become diamonds?

...and dare I clasp her
enfold her perfect existence
with my unworthy hand
silk skin would remain inviolate
Tall, my rose would stand
above all
in the Elysian garden.


The Poet

Milo Shanley

This morning I decided to become a poet
and so cut my tongue out
no precision, no grace
I let it flop about my blank page
like a rainbow trout
after a trick meal
gasping just feet from home

Who decides to become a poet
with nothing to say
or a mouth full of flowers?
can one speak as they write
or see through the ink?
this is not life
each word positioned, prescribed

Who decides not to become a poet?
only a foolish soul
with a bitter, tortured mind
no trap door, escape ladder
thoughts like backward wine bottled
tasting increasingly dreadful with time
no metaphor can mask my pity

Only immunization records
a certificate of birth
stamped and signed in physician scribble
no one prophesied my coming
not one wise eye was opened
no angel saying "and you shall call him
so and so" and so who can prove I exist?

I was and am and will be a poet



MowsysWrath is looking for someone to finish his story:

Title: Modified
Main Character: Ryan Grey
Plot Summary: Grey must escape the Military,
Which has enhanced him Robocop, Inspector Gadget style.

Go here to read what he has written so far:


If you are interested, you can PM ES Magazine, or you could
talk to him directly. He will want to look at your past works
to decide if he wants you to take the story. If you PM us, we’ll
talk to him about you.


Can’t Stop

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Dedication: Jeniffer to Avril54

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big

Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for

In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the west end

Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do

Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant

White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble

Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers


The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to

Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
So smart she's leading me to ozone

Music the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature

I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight the gold of meditation

This chapter's going to be a close one
Smoke rings I know you’re going to blow one
All on a spaceship persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering

Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you

J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop

[Repeat Chorus]

Wait a minute I'm passing out
Win or lose just like you
Far more shocking
Than anything I ever knew
How about you
10 more reasons
Why I need somebody new just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
Right on cue

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big

Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation

Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for

In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the west end

Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do

Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant

Kick start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don't intimidate her

Can't stop the gods from engineering
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary

Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
Come from space
To teach you of the pliedes

Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read thru


Needs Advice:

These members could use some helpful input;
Take a look at their journals or give them a friendly comment:


Could use a good friend and a kind word
Here and there; suffers from a classic case
Of life getting her down. Encouragement, optimism
And a little wisdom would sure help her out.

(also known as ravensark)

Doesn’t get very helpful comments; they are
short and complimentary, and overlook the most obvious
things he needs advice on. Give him an honest opinion
on some of his work, and you might help him improve
and cultivate his abilities.


Personal messages:

To: Morrtigan
From: ES Magazine
Message: Welcome home!

To: __D.Q.__
From: Avril54
Message: Go suck a cookie!!

To: Avril54
From: Jeniffer
Message: Happy birthday, Trini. Mom got you an MP3
Player. Hahaha.


Send any personal messages to ES Magazine via PM.


This almost concludes our issue. We also have

A few features on page two that you may be interested in.

We hope you enjoyed reading us.

Any contributions should be PMed to Jeniffer or ES Magazine.

If you have any ideas, suggestions, or would like to help write

for ES Magazine, let us know.

Page two

"Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it."

-Mahatma Gandhi

...Created 2007-08-02 23:05:42

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Mood: The Usual

ES Magazine


to another Special Edition;

thank you to our loyal readers

for the honor of over 500 page views

since we began,

and thank you to all

who have added us to your stalk list.

Even though we’re nearing the end of April,
we would like to honor National Poetry Month with
a special issue that has been packed with great poetry,
some famous, some from eliteskills, and some in the
form of lyrics, but all well worth reading.

(Sorry for the off center banner, we tried to fix it, but this is the way it turned out. We’ll try to get it better next issue.)

This issue’s reporter: Jeniffer

Reporter on vacation: Abbas

Editor in Chief: Avril54

Interview: James Reyna

Theme: Love and magic


ES Magazine Poetry Award

Untitled: Skylight of the mind

By Origami

Congratulations to Origami for his poem,
which deserves our award for it’s rich imagery.
Here are the first two parts. You can go here to
read the whole thing:
Skylight of the mind


The sky and her epileptic frenzies,
Seemed as beautiful as melted alkaline
Raining into archaic canyons,

Where metallic whimsies form into stigmas of origami,
Alive and enraptured,
As a broadened pupil inhales to awe at it;

To fulminate, as though pregnant,
Where all that is sought are skeletal fragments,
Fingers churned by an aluminum windmill,
Where constellations are pasted, forming a hand,
Of light, sprawled
To grip the eye,
And drink the sun, erect and supple:
The epitome of the eye cannot be weaned
From the breast of observation.


Warm milk seething
across the indigo blankets of a jungle,
Where we lay hidden like insects abroad,

Pearl-like cocoons scattered across adolescent skies,
Where the seasons change by the wing of the butterflies,

Or the serenity mastered by the humble mantis,
Upon drowning into secreted teals of Atlantis,

Or the needy and wanton likes of the leech,
Where the sun orgasms into a silent breach.

Yet enslaved and tedious became the bee,
Where stars were pressed, and morning became

Featured member

****__James Reyna__****

Elite Writer

Alias: James Reyna

Name: James Reyna

ASL: 18/male/San Antonio,Texas

Life Story: Musician Enough Said

Favorite musicians: Johnny Cash, Don Mclean, Skillet

Least favorite band: Green Day

Writing style: Usually offering a close up look at
different facets of love, with an honest and
introspective tone, his poetry and lyrics speak
about the importance of love in our lives and the magic
it can bring.

Page Views: 550
Shoutbox Posts: 12
Signup Date: 258 D

Quote: "She had been made perfect in loveliness only to die"- Edgar Allen Poe


ES Magazine:

You say that Johnny Cash and Don McLean
are your favorite; what do you like about their music?

James Reyna:

Yes those are probably two of my most favorite
artists out there and well one of the first things that
I loved about Johnny Cash was his incredibly deep
voice and how there was always a dark cloud around
him and his music all of his career.He almost always
had a reference to death in his songseven if it was a love
song, but one of the amazing things about him was that
he followed God in his career and eventhough he did
stumble trying to maintain his example he shined
in the end.

Don Mclean, the song of his that really made me love
his music was Vincent (Starry Starry night) this song
was so deeply written I had to hear more and his
songwriting impressed me.


What would your comment be on the popular
music that most young people listen to today?

James R:

I have to say when it comes to most like mod-punk I am
really not a fan at all and one of the reasons is that I am
a musician so I really look for either musicianship,
or lyrical skills.


Who would be your favorite of today's
current music artists?

James R:

I myself listen to a lot of Christian music
and I would have to say that of all Christian bands
I have heard my favorite is SKILLET; they are great
musicians and write great lyrics, but on the
"non-Christian" side I really like the Decemberist.


Who would you say is the worst?

James R:

OMG it is really hard to just limit it to one lol. I really
dislike Green Day , but it is not just cause they are
punk I really don't like the Offspring’s music either


Much of your poetry is about love; how much of it is
inspired by your own experience?

James R:

Actually all of it is I have this writing motto
that says that most of the time if you don't write
about your own experience it wont feel real.


Have you ever had a secret love?

James R:

Yeah but it really hurt in the end and I would tell
one of my best friends about it but the Bible says
"open rebuke is better than secret love" for a reason;
it will hurt you in the end.


You say that music is your life; if your life was a
hit single, what would it be called, and what would
be on the album cover?

James R:

..... this is a very interesting question and very hard
one to answer being that I have only lived for so short
of a time, I guess it would be based off of my love life
and it would be called " aimlessly broken" and on the
cover might be ( cause this question kind of puts me on
the spot even though it is a good one) a man in his coffin
holding an unfinished rubicks cube in his hands ‘cause
I was trying to look for the solution for love in stupid
relationships and it got me nowhere but broken.


Do you plan on ever getting your music ‘out there’,
making an album or anything like that?

James R:

I don't really know I would love to but I have other
plans in my life but of course it would really be nice.


What kinds of art inspires you besides music?

James R:

I guess the kind of are that inspires me is just true,
raw and real things that just have the emotions shining
through no matter how much it seems like a harsh reality;
I have a friend that draws amazing pieces of are that are
just that.


Do you read classic and/or modern poetry?

James R:

More classic but a lot of the stuff I read here is
really good for not being considered classic one
of my fav writers here is actually Martin S. Allen
and also Ronswords writes a lot great stuff and
of course those people on my stalk list :)


Who would you vote for in next year’s election?

James R:

When it comes to political things it is not about
the party but about who believes as close to the things that I believe in.


If you could ask Jimmy Webmaster the Great to
change anything about ES at all, what would it be?

James R:

Ahh Master Ruska, lol, umm actually this is a
really well put together site so I guess I would give him
a nice pat on the back and tell him good job and just
get the chat room fixed. Lol.


Why do you think we are here
( you know, the purpose of life)?

Jame R:

Ahh this question has bothered people for so long
and many educated people have searched to get no

I believe the reason we are here is to serve God;
there is no such thing as peace without Him I have
learned this from first hand experience,
but besides that I think the second reason we are
called to live here is to love each other;
love is truly a beautiful thing. :)


Monday evening’s Infatuation

By James Reyna

Monday evening's infatuation
Oh how in my youth
You were my fascination
Long nights I spent thinking of you
We talked, and we shared
And though I was young
I really did care
You told me everything,
All the things that you felt
And all your dreams
But your heart I wanted to myself

Monday evenings infatuation
How foolish like a child
Were my dreams and aspirations
Of living, and holding your hand all the while
And here I am thinking of you
As I lay here tonight in bed
And I know that, this love wasn't true
And I'm happy that you will be wed
Now I wish you all the best
"Best wishes" is all I can say
But if you'll excuse me I must get rest
For Tuesday is another day.



James Reyna

Holding your hand
Walking along the shore,
But whether on sea or land
It's your heart I want more
More than wanting freedom
More than an embellished life
More than for winter to come
Even more than I want sleep tonight
For your hand
For your smile
I would trail dust and sand
And think of you all the while
Just to hold your heart in my hand.


Love is

James Reyna
Love is
And love will be
The tie that binds us
Within our hearts
Will blossom a song
The birds cannot sing
Nor hum along
For they can't feel
The love we possess
And though it is so real
What is reality after this?
After we held hands
And walked the aisle
Exchanged wedding bands
And danced for miles
What is reality?
After this
This must truly be
What love is.


****Featured Writes****

Paper Butterfly

By WolfStar

He can pierce my intentions with a needle
through paper butterfly wings,
with a hand too familiar
to the ways and weakness of my skin.

He knows with a breath
the color of my desire,
and with his arctic eyes
he beckons the river in me.

The summer wheat can sense the breeze
preceding my rush of fear,
the knowledge of my place
in a land between wanting and taking,
achieving neither
and feeding both to lawlessness.

A single word can be a kiss
or a brand upon my paper wish,
and both at once
with a forbidding sound
and a sideward glance
can his tangled thoughts
be known to me.


I love you

By Darcey D

Three simple words whispered in the night.
One small sentence that brings pleasure in the light.

Not very hard or difficult to say. But it keeps the happiness here and the sadness away.

Makes me smile and it makes me cry.
Makes me laugh and it makes me sigh.

Makes me strong and it makes me weak.
Makes it hard to even speak.

And that is my dream come true. You saying you love me as much as I love you.

You’re sweet, you’re funny, and you’re mine.
And I will love you forever and all through out time.


Life together

By marray proetus

The rays of light that shine around her,
can only be called godly
The way her hips sway when she walks,
are the qualities that belong to a nymph only.
Mesmerizing and seducing are her amber eyes
that are mostly hidden,
under the long bangs that decant over them.

The way she laughs when she’s cheerful,
is infectious I should warn
Her patience in dealing with children,
isn’t limited at all
When she cleans the house
be careful of where you step,
For you might end up doing dish work instead.

Even after thirty years, in my eyes she is as young as ever
For every moment I’ve spent with her
The more I’ve fallen in love,
Though she is not here with me…right now


Untitled on a Waking Dream

By Jeniffer

Yes, it’s the Jeniffer you’re thinking about…
she’s so modest, she only put one
of her brilliant poems in!

Having faded from the waking dream
that I walked through all last night,
still wandering through the memories,
I set down my pen to write;

Looking up into the sky-
what stars once fell from there!
The moon had filled with golden light
what now is grey and bare;

The atmosphere thrums against my ears
with silence; how I care!
The loss is heavy on my heart;
music was everywhere.

How my heart danced with your every move-
how my heart rang like a bell!
absently I stroke my hand,'
where your kiss once fell.

Remembering, remembering...
I see and and smell and feel;
Do I remember truly, or imagine-
was any of it real?

I walk through the galleries of my heart-
a strange and delightful place;
all the halls are longingly graced
with the expression unique to your face...

.........Looking back, I marvel
at my soul’s capacity for joy,
looking back, I marvel...

and lament my wordlessness.


__New Members__


Take stop by zen-dog’s page and see what
he’s posting…

ASL: 18/male/up in the clouds

She paints for love

By zen-dog

she'd written it all down
with dusted hands
that made a mockery
of her slippery youth

the kitchen sink
is where it all goes

in mottled paint globulets
and tarnished linseed oil

the mixed media
of writing words
that can only transpose
to hue and tone and passion



Proving that she is never idle, never_far_away has
filled up her page with poetry submissions that already
have a unique and quirky style…

Name: Amber M.
ASL: 17-female-TX
Life Story: Pretty Good

Silly love poem (No Title)

By never_far_away

Gentle breezes blowing my hair
It makes me feel as if I'm flying through air
Simple dreams of lovely inventions
And screaming fits of growing tensions
Calming myself
Filling with joy
Looking Across this field to find only a boy
He's handsome and cute
Definitely not like a newt
He smiles and waves
And it looks like he shaves
He walks to me and extends his hand
Captivating me, I can barely stand
We spend the day in each others arms
Loving with elegantness and charms
Ten years has now passed
And that boy and I are married
Years from now we will be buried
Ascending to Heaven to stay for eternity
Which will be our modernity
To stay forever in blissfulness and cheer
This will be our very best of years



More melodies from Jeniffer’s playlist…
I’m still waiting to take requests…

Come Away with Me

Norah Jones

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me


Queen of the Slipstream

Van Morrison

You’re the queen of the slipstream
With eyes that shine
You have crossed many waters
to be here
You have drank of the fountain of innocence
And experienced the long cold wintry years.

There’s a dream where the contents
are visible
Where the poetic champions compose
Will you breathe not a word of this secrecy,
Will you still be my special rose?

Going away
far across the sea
But I’ll be back for you
Tell you everything I know
Baby everything is true

Will the blush still remain
On your cheeks my love
In the light always seen
In your head?
Gold and sliver they placed
At your feet my dear
But I know you chose me

Going away
far across the sea
But I’ll be back for you
Tell you everything I know
Baby everything is true

You’re the queen of the slipstream
I love you so
You have crossed many waters to be here
And you drink at the fountains of innocence
And experienced, you know very well


1900 Yesterday

Liz Damon’s Orient Express

Where's the love that we knew
Is it gone or have you thrown it away
While the joy that we shared
I feel sure is not here anymore

Like smoke from a cigarette
Dreams that you soon forget
It's fading away
And it's 1900 yesterday

I thought you felt the same
Tell me who, who's to blame

The broken heart you've given me
All the hurt and misery
Where did I go wrong

Like smoke from a cigarette
Dreams that you soon forget
And night has no day
And it's 1900 yesterday

Where's the love that we knew
Is it gone or have you thrown it away
While the joy that we shared
I feel sure is not here anymore

Like smoke from a cigarette
Dreams that you soon forget
And night has no day
And it's 1900 yesterday

And it's 1900 yesterday
And it's 1900 yesterday


The Long Way Home

Norah Jones

Well I stumbled in the darkness
I'm lost and alone
Though I said I'd go before us
And show the way back home

Is there a light up ahead
I can't hold on very long
Forgive me pretty baby
but I always take the long way home

Money's just something you throw
Off the back of a train
Got a handful of lightening
A hat full of rain

And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh, well I love you pretty baby
but I always take the long way home

I put food on the table
And a roof overhead
But I'd trade it all tomorrow
For the highway instead

Watch your back if I should tell you
Loves the only thing I've ever known
One thing’s for sure, sweet baby
I always take the long way home

You know I love you baby
More than the whole wide world
I'm your woman
And you know you are my pearl

So let's go out past the party lights
Where we can finally be alone

Come with me
And we can take the long way home
Come with me, together
we can take the long way home
Come with me, together
we can take the long way home



A thought on life

By SlanderousLust

I found it easier to let go of love
than to accept that love has let go of you.

In this I mean I found that in general,
you can easily get over someone
but it seems harder yet to accept that
they have let go of you.

I also have discovered that there are two
kinds of happiness to be attained in this world.
One is this secure happiness one that
seems as if it would last,
It seems that most people
are more reluctant to let go of this kind of
happiness than the other.

Though I've found that it is more of a false happiness,
a feeling that things are 'fine' because they are life
ruling and 'set in stone' so to speak.

Though the other happiness is somewhat of
a stark contrast to it's sister, it is a sense that
you're going somewhere new where you won't
have to face the mistakes and solidity of
your old life.

It seems more or less that the first form
of 'fake' happiness bars you from it's more
self-sufficient sister.

The final thought is this, and I know this is going
to sound lame....But....God loves you, look at
your own life, and all of the abysmal mistakes
you've made and continue to make. I think if this
were a world where God doesn't exist then the
consequences of my(our, your) mistakes would be
far more severe than we think.

I'm in hell right now but I'm happier than I've
been for the past two years, (living with the person
I thought I loved). I've been betrayed, yet I've got
no hate for her. I simply have this overwhelming
feeling that everything will be alright because the
creator of this world has a love for me that surpasses
all reason.

I'm still learning, yet I do know this. I would have
changed nothing, I can change nothing and wouldn't
if I could. Life seems as if it is just now opening up
for me. I feel in control of my life for once, and I feel
as if things are going to be alright.



__Famous Writes__

From one hundred love sonnets

By Pablo Neruda

(Translated from Spanish by Stephen Mitchell)

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose,
Topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom
and carries hidden within itself the light
of those flowers,

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises
from the earth.

I love you without knowing how,
or when,
or from where,
I love you simply,
without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I don't know any other way of loving.

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest
is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep
it is your eyes that close.


Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.

I can write, for example:

"The night is star-filled
and the blue stars are shivering in the distance."

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.
I loved her then,
and sometimes she loved me back.

Through nights like tonight
I held her in my arms.
I kissed her and kissed her
under endless skies.

She loved me then,
and sometimes I loved her back.

How could I not love her giant, still eyes?

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.
I can think I'm not holding her.
I can regret that I lost her.

I can hear the vast night,
still vaster without her.
And the words settle on my soul
like dew on the pasture.

It doesn't matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is star-filled
and she is not with me.

That's all that matters.
Someone is singing far away. Far away.
My soul cannot be content,
because I have lost her.

As if they could bring her near,
my eyes try to find her.
My heart searches for her,
and she is not with me.

The same nightfall whitening
the same trees.
But we have both changed so much
since that night.

Surely I no longer love her,
but how I once loved her.
My voice sought the wind
to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's.
As before I had kissed her.
Her voice, her pale body. Her endless eyes.

Surely I no longer love her,
but maybe I love her.
Love is so short;
memories last so long.

Because through nights like tonight
I held her in my arms,
my soul cannot be content,
because I have lost her.

Even if this is the last pain
she makes me suffer,
and this is the last poem that I write for her.

Here I Love You

Here I love you
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous
on the vagrant waters
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh the black cross of a ship.
Sometimes I get up early
and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.

Here I love you
and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those
heavy vessels that cross the sea
towards no arrival.

I see myself forgotten
like those old anchors.
The piers sadden
when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes
and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.

The biggest stars look at me
with your eyes.
And as I love you,
the pines in the wind
want to sing your name
with their leaves of wire.


The Owl and the Pussycat

By Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat;
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
you are,
you are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are."

Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
his nose,
his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will"
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
the moon,
the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.


A word on happiness from the man
who knows a lot about everything
and can say it very well, Ogden Nash:

The Anatomy of Happiness

Lot’s of truisms don’t have to be repeated
but there is one that has got to be,
Which is that it is much nicer to be happy
then it is not to be.
And I shall even add to it by stating
unequivocally and without restraint
That you are much happier when you are happy
then when you ain’t.

Some people are just naturally Pollyanna,
While others call for sugar and cream
and strawberries on their manna.

Now I think that we all ought to say a fig
for the happiness that comes from
thinking helpful thoughts and searching
your soul,
The most exciting happiness is the happiness
generated by forces beyond your control,
Because if you just depend on your
helpful thoughts for your happiness
would just as soon drink buttermilk as champagne,
And if mink is no better than lapin to you,
Why you don’t even deserve to have anything
nice and exciting happen to you.

If you really are a Master of your Fate,
It shouldn’t really make a difference
to you whether Cleopatra or
the Bearded Lady is your mate,

So I hold no brief for the kind of happiness
Or the kind of unhappiness that some people
constantly carry around in their breast,
Because that kind of happiness simply
consists of being resigned to the worst
just as that kind of unhappiness consists
of being resentful of the best.

No, there is only one kind of happiness
that I take the stump for,
Which is the kind that comes when
something so wonderful falls in your lap
that joy is what you jump for,
Something not of your own doing,
When the blue sky opens and out pops
a refund from the Government or an
invitation to a terrapin dinner or an
unhoped for Yes from the lovely creature
you have been disconsolately wooing.

And obviously such miracles don’t happen
But here’s hoping they may,
Because then everybody would be happy
except the people who pride themselves
on creating their own happiness
who as soon as they saw everybody who
didn’t create their own happiness
they would probably grieve over sharing
their own heretofore private sublimity,
A condition I would face
with equanimity.


Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allen Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me -
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud one night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling -my darling -my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea -
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


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ES Magazine


to a (late again)

Special edition ES Magazine.

In this issue we decided to use our viewer ship (you) to help our featured writers get more comments; you will find a link at the end of the featured poems. If the member could use more feedback overall, you will find a link to their page rather than just to the poem. We encourage to give them some thoughtful comments. Enjoy our issue! ( And everybody thank Jeniffer profusely for slaving over a hot keyboard for your entertainment, as well as Avril54 for fixing Jeniffer’s endless formatting screw-ups *Hey!*)

This issue’s reporters: Jeniffer, Abbas
Editor: Avril54

Interview: vitoko

Theme: Looking forward to a fresh year (and summer!)


Featured member


--Elite Writer
Alias: vitoko
Name: Victor Carlos
ASL: 22/M/ Peru
Life Story: The Beauty of Evil

Writing style: (non-rhyming) Dramatic, usually romantically inspired, and often portraying the interplay between love and death, it can be surprisingly moving.

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-There you go eggman

when closing the door of your bedroom, you will realize that
solitude is the reason for LOVE" – me


ES Magazine: You said that you have lived in Peru all your life; is there anything about living in Peru that inspires you artistically or poetically?

Vitoko: I think that as every country in this world, Peru has its own problems; and well every person, who likes writing, has a lot of potential to do an excellent work. Indeed, the history of the ancient culture in Peru, before it was conquested, is very beautiful. Most citizens over here are glad to have Machupicchu, which was built by the Inca’s culture.
In my case, I haven’t written much about my country and its problems. I am focused on suffering and what love brings that feeling that makes you go to the sun, but at the same time bring you down when it ends. Nowadays, I am knowing better my society, and well I would like to write something about it.

ES: What do you enjoy abut living in Peru?

V: Living in Peru, I enjoy playing soccer in the highways, eating my ceviche, a typical food over here. And well the music, particularly I Love Heavy Metal music and old music as Beatles rolling Stones, deep purple, but well I love Creole music, which is very representative in my country, and well the best part of living in Peru is its people, they are very friendly and kind. They “know where they came from” as it is said here, which means that most people that have money and that in their past didn’t have, they do not forget what they suffered before, and they are very helpful.

ES: How has your writing changed since being on eliteskills?

V: Well let me tell you that I am not writing as much as I used to write months ago, and being in eliteskills helps me to know different kinds of writings, and well I could read other styles of writing and well I could meet people that are great writers and persons for me here, as Magnolia Steele, Ronswords, who is a great person!, Lucy, and the best female writer Jessie (silent_death12). So I will always be thankful to ES.

ES: Has eliteskills helped to improve your writing skills?

V: Yeah, I helped me a lot because at the beginning I used to write many repetitions of words. And well I used to write about something and in the next line I talked about another thing. So I did not have unity. So I learned here, and well I would like you, readers, to read to Baudelaire‘s writings. He is awesome, you will know the beauty of evil!!.

ES: Are you a fan of any famous poetry or poets?

As I just said, Baudelaire is the best writer for me. I love how he translates his feelings to words that writers do not usually use. He changed my mind as a mature writer. Moreover, he makes me use more symbols in my writes and understand that a good write is not the writing that always is saying that you love someone, which is good by the way, so the good writing is the one that transfer your emotions or feelings to the persons who reads your writings. That is the fact of being a writer.

ES: What kind of music do you listen to?

I love as I have already said Heavy Metal music, I love its power and well I listened any kind of it, such as death metal, Black Metal, Symphonic death metal (guthenburg metal), and yeah flower metal I mean power metal. and of course doom metal (which goes with the way I am feeling right now , I mean depressed) They are great because as I said of Baudelaire, they transfer their feelings in their music. For example, a riff of a guitar player makes me suffer or makes me feel good. So that is what I want to tell to people, find the way to share with other what is happening to you. And that helps a lot to ourselves because that another person could have lived the same problem, and he can advice you as well as you can help him/her when she/he needs help.

ES: What kind of books do you like to read?

V: Let me tell you that I hated reading when I was a boy and going to school. I never read there. I love Math and all thing that has to do with math. So I never liked reading. Till my friend gave me “flores del mal” by Baudelaire. So that moment changed my life. It made me see the world with other eyes. I could why the problems are here. Just to increase your suffering and pain so you can enjoy even more when the happiness comes to your life!!


A very interesting interview from a refreshing member;

now see for yourself how well he can write:


Dream with your shelter of soft clouds.
Miss the gray rainbow between your tears.
Live with the agony that evil brought
Because i will be the one who will love you after death.

You will come when the dawn revive
With your dark dress.
And I will be the sun kissing your moon.
And our love will resuscitate between eclipses.

___My Soul___

The gull took me to your bed,
where you moan my name
to that innocent guy.
You never thought that you could give
your ephemeral caresses
to someone that is not me.
Now, I am flying to see your agony
as you do not sleep between my arms.
My death was your sentence to solitude.
Why did you let me die
without knowing your love
for me
even though you knew
i loved you?.
Now your love is rotting
in your bloody hands.
And you say good-bye to him
with a cold hug,
and then you lay down in your bed
looking to the stars
and wishing one of them were me,
you say you love me.
And me, my soul is sitting
in your carpet saying

"“even though you killed me with your lies, I still love you”"



**_New Member_**

Wool raincoat

Only signed up a few days ago and already with 45 page views!

Elite Writer

Alias: wool raincoat
Name: j e
Life Story: ...umbrellas...

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Wool raincoat

This is not the cinematic outcome we envisioned,
now just a host of serfs sucked into the stationary whirlwind,
forever separated by


Wool Raincoat


__*=*Featured writes*=*__:

_*_*_The moon hangs next to the red light_*_*_


The moon hangs next to the red light
Smiling tonight like it should
And the engine’s hum lulls me
I am numb
I am awake
I am here
And now seems to last forever

I hesitate
So I can meditate
To alleviate
So I won’t suffocate

The pedals seem too close
The radio plays too loud
The window can’t stop the air
From going to the crowd

I think of the mask on the desk
The one back home
I think of my box full of treasures
And the book made of gold
And all the letters and kisses
And all of my past wishes
And how the moon looks tonight
How it shines so bright
Next to the red light




i’m relative;
as strung as a
gossamer spring is
to the scattering sea
of sometimes.

and hey,
sink me before i
head soak in
as the salty aftertaste
cakes a second
guessed wave and
your unrequited
clings to wind’s
easy nothings
like the winged life.


*+*+*+*Wishful Thinking*+*+*+*


The wind lost is bite today
The weather is warm
Flower beds are starting to show the first signs of greenery
Although it is only March summer seems just around the corner
I can feel the soft Michigan wind blowing through my hair
I can taste the warm fresh blueberries
On afternoons following lunch dates with my grandmother
I can feel the warm sun beating down on my tanned back as I search the fields for the perfect blueberry bush
I can here the children running and chatting excitedly as they play tag
Summer is closer than I think
And I can't wait


*)(*When darkness falls*)(*


When darkness falls the light shines through
To search the inner soul...
When darkness falls the hammer drops
The lamp lite dampens the room...
When darkness, the needle stings
The Earth cries out in Pain
When darkness Falls
One hand rests
Only to sink six feet again.

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*>*<*Blessed with every sorrow*>*<*


Purchased to, the other two.
Slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide,
The first my thought, the other my desire.
An anthem for the swift-motion slide,
Ye loved her for her hated pride,
And when she fell, ye blessed her that she died,
Ye blessed her with death, my coming bride.

In tender embassy of love for thee, the ritual be read,
My life, being made of four, with two alone the requiem is sung.
Sinks down to death, oppressed with the melancholy of what is dead,
By you, the evil eye, by you the requiem is sung with slanderous tongue.

When hast thy love casted hatreds utmost sum?,
But rave not thus, foreign of a sabbath song,
Against that time if ever that time come,
Go up to God, Where the dead feel no wrong.

Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
As thy realm roars the holocast of time,
For the wide world, and all her fading sweets,
As is for the forbidden most heinous crime.

Yet no bell toll, yet rest her soul, admid its hallowed mirth,
And thou old time, never reached to draw no lines with thy antique pen,
Catched the note as it doth float up from the damned earth,
For beauty's patterns to succeding men.

How lovely thou make the shame,
But flowers distilled though they with winter meet.
Blessed with every sorrow from where death came,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

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What do you want to hear today, eliteskills?

Looks like whatever Jeniffer says you’ll hear because
nobody ever ever bothers to send me any lyrics!

It’s Moldy Now

(parady of “hold me now” by The Thompson Twins)

Weird Al Yankovic

I had a pizza,
Covered with cheese.
I wrapped it all up in aluminum foil,
Stuck it back in the freeze.

Look at my crust now,
See what I mean.
It's getting all wrinkled,
And my pepperoni is hairy and green.

Ah, 'cause it's moldy now,
It got moldy fast.
How can I
Make leftovers last, make leftovers last?

I was so hungry,
What could I do?
I finished the pizza
And topped it all off with some mystery stew.

Now I feel kinda queasy,
Yeah, yeah, what can I say?
So I called my physician
To wish him that he'd make a house call today.

Yeah, that’s what you get for relying on Jeniffer’s taste.

It get’s better , though. I bet Weird Al would be a real

star if he were on this site…look out wewak11.


_*Weird Al*_

See if you can figure out what all these lines have in common…besides the fact that they don’t make any sense.

I, man, am regal - a German am I
Never odd or even
If I had a hi-fi
Madam, I'm Adam
Too hot to hoot
No lemons, no melon
Too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?

Rise to vote, sir
Do geese see god?
"Do nine men interpret?" "Nine men," I nod
Rats live on no evil star
Won't lovers revolt now?
Race fast, safe car
Pa's a sap
Ma is as selfless as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam?

Ah, Satan sees Natasha
No devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol
Not a banana baton
No "x" in "Nixon"
O, stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
"Naomi," I moan
"A Toyota's a Toyota"
A dog, a panic in a pagoda

Oh no! Don Ho!
Nurse, I spy gypsies - run!
Senile felines
Now I see bees I won
UFO tofu
We panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog

You guessed it by now….they’re all the same

spelled backwards. How DOES he do it?

Heartbreak Hotel

Mae B. Axton - Tommy Durden - Elvis Presley

Well, since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell.
It's down at the end of lonely street
at Heartbreak Hotel.

You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.

And although it's always crowded,
you still can find some room.
Where broken hearted lovers
do cry away their gloom.

You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.

Well, the Bell hop's tears keep flowin',
and the desk clerk's dressed in black.
Well they been so long on lonely street
They ain't ever gonna look back.

You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.

Hey now, if your baby leaves you,
and you got a tale to tell.
Just take a walk down lonely street
to Heartbreak Hotel.

Wow, let’s see: grossed out, hysterical,

and then so lonely you could die. Lyrics seem a

little bipolar to you?

Ok, just one more…

Things have Changed

Bob Dylan

A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin's eyes
I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train

Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

This place ain't doing me any good
I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove

Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

I've been walking forty miles of bad road
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can't win with a losing hand

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street

I hurt easy, I just don't show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I'm not that eager to make a mistake


And now a word of wisdom from the master

of words of wisdom, Ogden Nash.

Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer

This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and you go into them and all
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in the trees on the hills,
Which is the rustling of the thousand dollar bills.

Most bankers dwell in marble halls,
Which they get to dwell in because they encourage deposits
and discourage withdrawals,
And particularly because they all observe one rule which woe
betides the banker who fails to heed it,
Which is you must never lend any money to anybody unless
they don't need it.

I know you, you cautious conservative banks!
If people are worried about their rent it is your duty to deny
them the loan of one nickel, yes, even one copper engraving
of the martyred son of the late Nancy Hanks;
Yes, if they request fifty dollars to pay for a baby you must
look at them like Tarzan looking at an uppity ape in the
And tell them what do they think a bank is, anyhow, they had
better go get the money from their wife's aunt or ungle.

But suppose people come in and they have a million and they
want another million to pile on top of it,
Why, you brim with the milk of human kindness and you
urge them to accept every drop of it,
And you lend them the million so then they have two million
and this gives them the idea that they would be better off
with four,
So they already have two million as security so you have no
hesitation in lending them two more,
And all the vice-presidents nod their heads in rhythm,
And the only question asked is do the borrowers want the
money sent or do they want to take it withm.

But please do not think that I m not fond of banks,
Because I think they deserve our appreciation and thanks,
Because they serve to a valuable public service in eliminating the jackasses who go around saying that health and happi-
ness are everything and money isn't essential,
Because as soon as they have to borrow some unimportant
money to maintain their health and happiness they starve
to death so they can't go around any more sneering at good
old money, which is nothing short of providential.


This concludes our issue. Just like Apu says
Thank you, come again!


"'Tis better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt."

-Abraham Lincoln

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Mood: Merry Christmas!

Welcome one and all to the first ES Magazine Christmas Edition. We have all the usual spine tingling features in store for you, but with a side of eggnog, a sprinkle of cinnamon, a twist of merriment, and garnished with a sprig of holly. Hopefully you will enjoy this issue as mush as we enjoyed making it…. We apologize for putting this up so late, due to our disorganized staff, namely Jeniffer.
Leave something for Santa , Have some nog, and a !

This issue’s reporter: Jeniffer

Assistant Editor: Avril54

Interview: Liv2LoveThePain

Theme: Merry Christmas


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ES MAGAZINE: So, do you practice what you preach? Have you truly lived to love the pain?

Live2LoveThePain: Sometimes you kind of have to. Contrary to popular belief, you can't control how you feel. And everything always ends the same way. That's why I value death so much. It's the only thing you can count on.

ES: What's your take on the whole Christmas season? You clued us in on your paranoia in "Santa in the shrubbery", but how do you feel about the usual yuletide ritual of gimme gimme gimme? Do you count the days until present time, like most of us, or play it cool and just count your blessings?

L2LTP: I hate the Christmas season (including all yuletide rituals). I don't count days or blessings either. I'm not very spirited.
One bad year + one person who can't let things go = future Christmases destroyed.
What can I say? I'm pathetic.
Of course I still like presents, but they make me feel bad. I don't think I deserve anything.

ES: Do you believe in Santa Clause? ( humor me, at least)

L2TP: No. I believe he is a fictional character who was created to represent St. Nick and disappoint children. Isn't it horrible to believe in something for so long and then be told it was all a lie?
…But really… they make him out to be pretty creepy. I'd hate to run into HIM in a dark alley.

ES: What do you really want for Christmas? ( world peace is already taken)

L2LTP: Hah. I want a reason to be happy. I don't want to be blindly happy like all of those people who are just "high on life." I want an actual reason.
Also… I would like a giant wax statue of Dane Cook. I want it to be crazy and overpowering and hovering over my entire house.

ES:On a scale of one to ten, ten being Shakespeare, one being kindergartner with a crayon, five being good but not fantastic, and anything in between being your own interpretation, how would you rate yourself as a poet/writer?

LT2TP:I'd give myself a six. In my opinion, I'm not that bad, but I've seen a lot better.

ES: What do you find most fulfilling about being on ES?

L2LTP: Nothing anymore. When I first came here, I liked people's honesty. If something sucked, they'd tell me. (lol Of course I'd get mad and start yelling, "You don't know!!" at the screen, but I appreciated it nonetheless.) Now a lot of the talented people are gone and some random idiots started telling me their life stories in private messages and another jackass attempted to sexually harass me. Sure, it looks all nice from the outside, but it's the private messages that you have to watch out for. That's why I'm not here as much anymore. I guess I still kind of like it though, because I like reading other people's stuff… even though I haven't been much of a commenter lately.

ES: What's one word you would use to describe yourself to someone who knows nothing about you?

L2LTP:Hilarious. (I swear… I'm funny sometimes. )

ES: One word to describe your work to someone who's never read it?

L2LTP: Negative.

ES: Do you have a favorite author, book, singer, poet, song, TV show, time of year, color?

L2LTP: I don't have a favorite author, but my favorite book is Intensity, and my favorite band's The Used. If you ask me, Jackass is the best show ever. I guess my favorite song is Blue And Yellow (it makes me so sad). Umm… favorite time of year? Oo Halloween. I LOVE Halloween. It's the only time I can look completely ridiculous without getting shot at when I leave my house. I love costumes. Really… I'm wearing one now. My favorite colors are red and black. And my favorite poet is hyproglo (no, that's not his name, but it was his alias thing when he was here).

ES: Would you run for the hills if they found absolute, undeniable proof of the existence of Santa clause?

L2LTP:Yes, I certainly would. He's… wait, is he immortal? (My friend Kate just brought that up.) What if he's a vampire? Ever think of that? Maybe he shimmies down the chimney, sucks your blood, throws some toys at your Christmas tree, and then gets vacuumed back up to the roof. And how come he can enter the fireplace and not be set ablaze? Isn't he flammable? So now he's some kind of superhero? I wonder if he'll bleed if you shoot him in the chest plate.
Anyway, I could keep going with this… but I'm sure you get the point. –


We’ve heard what Liv has to say, now her poetry can speak for itself

Santa in the Shrubbery
By Liv2LoveThePain

Drunk on fear and Christmas cheer,
children count their gifts each year.
Santa's peeking through the blinds.
I don't really trust his kind.
Breaking in and entering,
stealing cookies, drinking things...
What the hell is up with that?
And you wonder why he's fat?
Trespassing upon the roof,
reindeers stomp impatient hoofs.
Each night while the world's asleep,
crazy Santa loves to sneak.
Hiding in the shrubbery,
basically, he's stalking me.
'This the season to be glad
Santa hasn't yet gone mad
and shot us all in the head.
"Fa la la la la la la la DEAD!!!"
Knocked over the Christmas tree.
Once again, it fell on me.
Still, he'll find me under here.
This is not my time of year.

Through a Cloud
By Liv2LovThePain

There's nobody to play with me.
Goodbye, Sunshine. It's time
to walk the path of nothingness
that you once said is mine.
The soul in the mirror
of a face long gone
knows the words, loves the song,
but fails to sing along.
Lover of "The Patients"
("victims," as they're known)
finally gives up on them,
but never calls them home.
Lyrics of the lost
repeat slowly at night,
perverse delight
on self-inflicted fights.
You're crying through a cloud,
waiting for the day
a hero comes
(though undone)
to take it all away.
Silence reigns
this kingdom of The End,
and no one gets the postcards
you so often send.
I said good-bye to love
to suffocate romance.
It's all the same,
so in the flames,
I'll close my eyes and dance.
Put roses on my pillow
without a second glance.
Maybe if it's all a dream,
we'll get that one last chance.
With your lighter to the stars,
the moon falls in the sea.
I'd walk that path
to hear you laugh,
'cause part of you is me.


Feel like rockin’ around the Chrismas tree? Decking the halls? Trolling the ancient yuletide treasure? Din;t think so. Maybe these cynical, comical, pessismistic lyrics will get you in the mood….

Father Christmas
by the Kinks

When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas
Open my presents and I’d be glad

But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor

They said:
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys.
Well beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Don’t give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don’t give my sister a cuddly toy
We don’t want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy

Father Christmas, give us some money
Well beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys

But give my daddy a job ‘cause he needs one
He’s got lots of mouths to feed
But if you’ve got one, Ill have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you don’t hand it over
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Have yourself a merry, merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin’
While you’re drinkin’ down your wine

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread, so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys


( Lol. I love this one! But I can’t get it out of my head..)

Christmas at Ground Zero
Weird al Yankovic

It's Christmas at ground zero
There's music in the air
The sleigh bells are ringing and the carolers are singing
While the air raid sirens blare

It's Christmas at ground zero
The button has been pressed
The radio just let us know
That this is not a test

Everywhere the atom bombs are dropping
It's the end of all humanity
No more time for last-minute shopping
It's time to face your final destiny

It's Christmas at ground zero
There's panic in the crowd
We can dodge debris while we trim the tree
Underneath the mushroom cloud

You might hear some reindeer on your rooftop
Or Jack Frost on your windowsill
But if someone's climbing down your chimney
You better load your gun and shoot to kill

It's Christmas at ground zero
And if the radiation level's okay
I'll go out with you and see all the new
Mutations on New Year's Day

It's Christmas at ground zero
Just seconds left to go
I'll duck and cover with my Yuletide lover
Underneath the mistletoe

It's Christmas at ground zero
Now the missiles are on their way
What a crazy fluke, we're gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday
What a crazy fluke, we're gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday
What a crazy fluke, we're gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday!


Ok, maybe you’re just a little sick and tired of the Christmas season…and maybe a little ticked that ES Magazine has to cram more of it down your throat instead of giving you some intellectual releif

Here are some interesting writes to ease that aching head, pounding to the rhythm of jingling bells and a small eggnog hangover….

How about a touch of spring in December with these three gems:

The Lilacs end
By CeruleanStorm

You break shadows with the breeze
Swaying and weeping
And I blame your silence on the ground
It holds you in place and from the world
And with every sway another leaf falls
Covering the earth beneath you
Covering your roots
Seeping into yourself
So naturally unfeeling and cold

And in you I find no nests
No places of dwelling besides your own
You have no place for concealment
No comforting limbs
Only you give a place to rest my eyes
To fixate my imagination
And keep me occupied
But soon another leaf will fall
And your purple beauties will wither away
I wish they would stay
I wish they would close with darkness
And open with light
Forever held in their routine
Forever promised to you
Just as I am and you are to me
Until the day your wonders cease
Until the day your last leaf falls


By DesecratedDream

slipping from the
mountains high
silvery striations
running through
the clear chaotic
dance of droplets
refracting light
in all directions
polishing granite
in its roving wake
satiating the thirst
of botanical life
collecting in a
pristine pool
crystalline surface
undisturbed by man
the simple joy of
nature, oh the

Green Fields of paradise
By _=Bass=_

Thou wast all that to me,
The green fields of paradise,
There a fountain was to see,
A green isle, deceit to fairy eyes.

All wreathed with fairy flowers,
And all the flowers were mine to be,
And blue uncertain buzz that is ours,
Between the light and me.

A saviour for our very own,
That did aribe, the stillnes light cast,
A hero too proud to be shown,
A dream too bright to last.

The light of life, the future cries,
To the sands upon the shore, no more,
To overcast the fright to live before thy lies,
Shall bloom the blasted tree soar.

Soaring sought a precipitate pathway,
Where a silvery veil in flames did fload down,
The very roses died, to never see one more day,
Saved only the divine lights in thy eyes frown.

To sparkle there a crystilline delight,
That with no doubt shined alone,
How silently serene a sea of pride, to forecast the night,
That is to be saved by bright light, but is yet to be frown.

Thou wast the green fields of paradise,
Of where a fountain is no longer there to see,
A green isle at sea, for deceit in fairy eyes,
Cause thou wast all that to me.


And one more word from _=Bass=_

Romance Through Ink are Shown
By _=Bass=_

We to forget to smile and sing
For the gentle wind dove move silently
With drowsy head and folded wing
The day I told my love about invisibility

Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be
The modest rose thorn so rough
The love for the whole world to see

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit
The spirit that takes me to see heavens orchester
That may express my love or thy dear merit

As I in the mighty floors of god lie
Down with a child with the most knowing eye
Through gazing on the unquiet sky
So shake the very Heaven With tumult as they thunder by

I break the fetters of my youth
No more I tread thy mystic round
But leave thy realms for those of Truth
Then no longer bound for whom to be crowned

While Fancy holds her boundless reign
And all assume a varied hue
When Virgins seem no longer vain
And even Woman's smiles are true

To melt beneath a vanton tear
Romance discussed with deceit
And think that eye to thruth was dear
Thy silly tears can never flow delight

Had we never loved so kindly
With shame I own
Had we never loved so blindly
We both die alone


Need Comic relief? Try Avril54….


My Pencil! My pencil!
I can't find my pencil!
I miss the sweet-smelling, circular wood
The royal pink crown to the smooth dark tip

Pencil, dear pencil!
Why have you forsaken me?
Where are you hiding?

was it something I wrote?

What must I do to bring you back?
Must I travel to the ends of the earth?
I beseech you
come back me.


Fender Bender

I saw a car a few nights ago with a big dent in the back of it. And to think it was a Dodge.

Slighty Tilted

Slightly tilted
A little bit tipped
In not-all-there sauce
She was dipped

She wasn't quite sure
Where she was
She must be in denial
No one's there
To pick up the phone
Call back in awhile

Slightly twisted
But not quite crazy
To say the least she was a little bit hazy.


Joke with no punchline

Ever get a 'bank statement' in the mail?
What are they stating?

"We are a bank."

see? they're stating that they are a bank. You can always send a letter back saying,

"Yes. You are a bank."


Need food for thought? Try more Avril54…


why do you park in the DRIVEway and drive in the PARKway?

If the snow is up to your shins, why do they say 'foot deep'?

why can you say 'Happy Kwanza' and 'Happy Hanukah', but not 'Merry Christmas'?

why would people rather die than stop smoking?

why is the Pentagon shaped like a Pentagon?

why did Lincoln have a secretary named Kennedy and Kennedy had a secretary named Lincoln?

*Did you know that Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846, and Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946, exactly 100 years later?
And Lincoln was elected president in 1860, and Kennedy in 1960, also 100 years later. Lincoln's assassin, John Wilks Booth, was born in 1839, and Lee Harvey Oswald was born 100 years later as well. Their succesors were both named Johnson. Lincoln's succesor was born in 1808, and Kennedy's succesor was born in 1908.
Both were shot shot in the head on a Friday, both in the presence of their wives.*

*I credit this information to the book 'The Biggest Secret' by David Icke.


We’re gonna play it cool and end this issue on a sophisticated note….with Milo shanley’s

December In your pocket

In from where they say we can't
can't do without what they offer
offer up your soul in silver
silver tongues lick your shiny skin
skin is only the cage we're in
in your pocket is December
December is quicker than you think
think on this, then it's gone
gone, feeling no longer needed
needed to say words I let wander
wander the parking lot of freedom
freedom just inside those walls
walls left alone can cause prisoners
prisoners dream for where you stand
stand in line a little longer
longer seems to mean forever
forever weighs heavy upon your heart
heart, the reason for your song
song and drink is why we move along
along the banks of resolution
resolution winding toward December
December in your pocket ---

This concludes our December issue. Now go to sleep and hope that Santa is passing over your house….and not hiding in the shrubbery.

Contact Jeniffer via PM if you want to join our writing staff or contribute to the next issue.


The only difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has it's limits. Albert Einstein: (1879-1955)

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Welcome, good readers, to the fourth edition of the Eliteskills Magazine.

ES Magazine Award

This time, the award was not based on poetry. Someone who prefers to remain anonymous sent in a PM asking if Drew Dilla could receive an award for trying the hardest to get comments by giving links to them in the chatroom. Congratulations to the lucky writer!

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About Janneke

Why I write: Of course, like most writers, to get things off your chest, write down what's bothering you, or about things that make you happy. I also write because it's my hobby, I enjoy writing, it's not just some kind of therapy. I hope that when people read my work, they like it, makes them think, and maybe relate. I feel it would be of no need to post things when it leaves the reader cold.

Sites I frequently Visit: Elite Skills, King Poets, (= site of a Dutch band, makes pretty nice music, in my opinion, If you want to hear, there are some tracks on their page).

Ofcourse writing, reading, drawing, and I enjoy sports, I play basketball, and sometimes go wakeboarding in summer, hang out with friends, think, filling in stupid tests (eg., confusing people :')

What makes you unique: These are the kind of questions you actually shouldn't answer yourself, but.. I am Dutch? Idk, I never write any poems in Dutch because I always think they sound better in English. And, I always try out different styles. You tell me?

What People Think About Darth Zeus:
Heartlessname: Sort of quiet at first, but when she opens up she's a lot of fun to talk to. She is intelligent and always has interesting things to say
Mihir: Janneke is a slight introvert, takes time to open up. She can be stubborn at times, but in no way in a negative sense. Janneke is intelligent, she understands a lot of things really fast, say intelligent in a mature way. She's extremely caring and thoughtful, she has an amazing will power. She's very creative, imaginative (one of my fav poets ;) ).

Le Questions

Who is your best friend on ES?
Via ES I have met a lot of wonderful people, and some of them really became my friends, and I can’t say who’s my best friend here. People who are my friends.. they just know.

Who is your worst friend on ES?
Obviously if a friend is bad, he wouldn’t be a friend, right?

What is your dream job?
I’m not sure yet. I think I’m supposed to know that by now, but I really can’t choose. I’d like to be a journalist, but I’d also like to be a teacher, of Latin and Greek. Or a job which involves helping people.

Which one of your submissions do you think is the best?
I have thought about this question for a long time, but I really don’t know. I didn’t want to pick out any ‘angst write’, because I’d like to show I also write other than that, but then again I don’t know what to pick out as my best write.

Which one of your submissions do you think is the worst?
Well.. I don’t usually post things which in my opinion are really bad, I’ll keep those to myself. I have one submission though which I think is the worst I submitted, it’s called ‘Warning’. I wrote it when I was 14. I wasn’t really into poetry back then, and my vocabulary (in English) and my writing skills have improved a lot since then. That’s why it’s probably my worst submission, but I’m not ashamed of it.

List five people/objects you can't live without
Family, friends, love, clothes, and yes.. computer.

If you could change any one thing about eliteskills, what would it be?
If possible, get back some writers who have left, and set up some rules, like: - Minimum amount of words per comment = 40, and -users who have a percentage [Reciprocated] below 80% can not receive comments. And I want the old chat back. [The blue one]. And get back the rule that users can only submit x amount [was it 2?] of writes per day.

What are your thoughts about Jimmy's disapperance? [He has been gone for over 2 months now]
Well. It looks kind of suspicious, seen the current status of ES. Like a captain leaving his sinking ship. But I guess maybe that's farfetched. I wonder if he secretly owns another account and does keep an eye on his site..

Psychic Time

Favourite Color

Psychic: Purple?
Janneke: No, not at all, I don't even have a pair of purple socks! [and I do have socks in all other colours] My favourite colour is Green.

Favourite Number

Psychic: 3?
Janneke: I don't do favourite numbers. I used to have 13 as favourite number, but everyone who tried to be original said 13 was their favourite..

Favourite Animal:

Psychic: Short-tailed leaf-nosed bat [it does exist!]?
Janneke: Dear Psychic, I think you need to consider another profession. My favourite animal is a cat..

A few of Janneke’s Poems
My blood is waiting

Come to me, my blood is waiting
Calls out for you, every night
I know you won't resist my nectar
Now come out I won't hide.

My blood so pure and innocent
you drink as though it's wine
I'm sure you won't forget the taste
Admit that it's divine.

Again you follow the procedure,
And for a moment we are one,
You share me yours and suck out mine,
Then part when you are done.

Finally when I come to my senses
I realise you have left me behind
With an extremely strong desire;
To scratch is all I mind.

Winter in her Eyes [revised]

There she goes, with her everlasting stare.
Frozen and white, as the ground is bare,
lifeless yet restless, cold as ice,
it's always winter in her eyes.

No sun can ever break her mood,
she never shines, whenever she should.
And not that she will ever melt,
for the rays will always get repelled.

Her hair, like icicles, cover her face
As she tries and succeeds, to hide her disgrace.
'Cause no one knows, not even the wise,
why it's winter in her eyes.

She wears that secret like jewellery
Never takes it off, never cares to see
that others not only stare and gaze
but also worry about her frosty face.

When only they would realise
the truth that lies, deep in her eyes.
They'd see the very thing they hold
And it would make her story, finally unfold.

And now, an article about… drama:

Drama!! Drama!!! Drama!!!!

By Imaginth

All I ever hear is drama! I know most of it can’t be avoided but come on people! We all have to live in this world together, the very least we can do is act as if we like one another. If you just thought to yourself that that would never happen, know this. You’d make a really good actor. You can even lie to yourself!
Just hear me out. You know that rumors are spread and that it creates fights, which basically is the “drama” around all of us. I bet that you have complained about the drama around you more than once. We all have and if you can’t admit that then you are the reason why people complain about drama. Let’s put it in lamest terms.
People need something to keep them busy. Nothing happens. Idea pops into person’s head. Person starts talking about said idea to other people. People spread the idea and the idea gets nastier from person to person. Finally, another person starts arguing with some other person who started this whole idea. End result: DRAMA!!!!
We all do it. I do it. You do it. But, what we can’t do is complain about it. We need to take a step forward and cut out the elementary behavior of “she said this” and “he said that.” Here’s an idea, what if we just try to get along? GASP! No way! That just might work! But, what happens if you don’t want to get along with that creepy person or preppy person? Well, here’s the solution. Get a blindfold and talk to them based only on their personality NOT their appearance.
What if a bunch of random people you didn’t know all had blindfolds on, including you? What if you all had to sit down and just talk? BUT! You could NOT ask anything about appearance! Wouldn’t it be a shame if it turned out that you got along with them BEFORE you saw them? You might even make a new friend.
So next time you complain about drama and spread rumors about people remember this. You start drama and you can end it. But, next time you start drama by spreading rumors at least get to know the person you are starting rumors about. That way you get the information correct!

A Phenomenal Story Teller

By Caotic_disaster

I have had the pleasure to read many stories that are written by the amazing author, mikepyro7. His works include stories such as Vincent, The Other Day the Music Died, and Have You ever Slept in a Car?.

The Other Day the Music Died is a recount from five people who suffered through traumatic memories of 9/11. The recount is so well written, it put a vivid image in your mind of what the victims experienced on that dreaded day.

Have You ever Slept in a Car, is a true story about the author and his time spent homeless. It goes back to hen he slept in a car with his mother and dog, had to shower in public washrooms, and lived in an unsafe environment. It is very heart felt and realistic and is sure to touch your heart.

Vincent, which is marked as mikepyro7 favourite, and is also my personal favourite, goes into the mind of a foreign taxi driver and his daily experiences, and also his personal ones. It will enlighten your soul and you will be glad to read it.

I highly recommend the works of mikepyro7 for all readers. Enjoy.

Here are some links to some poems. We hope you’ll enjoy reading them

A Promise

This conclude this edition of the ES magazine. There will be no page two this time because Jeniffer is away at the moment and I don’t have the password. Hope you enjoyed reading. If you wish to take part in a competition the magazine is having, then keep reading

Thank you for your time and/or contribution

Magazine Banner Competition

Other than the terrible format [which WILL be improved soon], the most distracting thing about the magazine is the demented dimensioned banner.

Rules and requirements:

1. All entries must be PMed to
2. All PMs must have ‘Banner Competition’ as the subject
3. You’ll have a larger chance of winning if your banner’s size is proportional to the ES default page size
4. Banners must contain have either ES Magazine or Eliteskills Magazine written in it.


Your banner will be used as the official banner for the magazine for a considerable period of time; and your artistic skills will be heard off by our readers.

Do YOU want to get interviewed?

A lot of people have asked to get interviewed for the magazine, and since it is not possible to entertain everyone, there will be a few requirements which you will have to meet to qualify for an interview: =P.

You have to read and comment on at least 10 poems starting now until the next issue. Each comment will have to be over 35 words. You do not need to provide links to the poems on which you wrote your comment, but only request an interview if you are sure that you qualify.

Again, AT LEAST 10 COMMENTS, NO LESS THAN 35 WORDS EACH if you wish to be interviewed by the magazine.


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Welcome All to the Third Edition of ES Magazine

This week's reporter: Jeniffer

ES Magazine poetry award

This week's award goes to a poem that totally deserves it; joy7542 captures quite stunningly the mystery, the magic, and the terror that nightime can hold in

by joy7542

there is something in the stars
that tells me of a fate,
there is something in the moon
that tells me of a treasure
no one can behold.

sing to me o night
in the silence of your breath,
sing to me the words
that ring across the waters of
your depth.

the darkness passes over
like a sickness in the night
we quiver,
we wait for the door to open
revealing our nightmares in a touch.
the warmth of the breathing
& chilling of the bones
brings together the screams that pierce
the night.

there is something in the corners
of the broken moon
that point to the death inside,
there is something in the pattern
of the shinning stars
the shows what its like to really live.

sing to me o night
in the blinding of this nature
sing to me the words
that carry across the canyons
of your beauty.

the night passes over the earth
slowly like a flood in the darkness
we gasp,
waiting for the floors to creak
with pressure of our failures
come to haunt our steps once more.
the moving of the floor
as we sink below the surface of the covers
hiding from the one thing
we can never escape,
ourselves ---


_ Graemes' Kingpoets.com_

Some of you may be familiar with or even members of Graeme(wewak11)'s poet's website It is a uniquely formatted poetry forum for posting, discussing, and enjoying member's poetry; Mike Valdez, (inpirit999) is among the ES members who have joined, and, may I add, this reporter is among those who will join. Here is the introduction posted by Graeme on the site:

King Oder welcomes you to the verse-atile kingdom of Rhymalot!

KingPoets is a small community of like-minded writers who aspire to improve their writing skills through posting their work and receiving helpful advice from others.

We do not criticize poetry here, we offer suggestions to improve. If you're not interested in improving your writing skills, this is probably not the kingdom for you.

As of August 2006 the site has just begun, and has many features yet to be implemented. It was started and developed by Graeme King. I'm an Australian writer who learnt so much in one year at a poetry forum such as this that I wanted to try and show others the kind of help that is out there by people who have a genuine interest in poetry and writing. See my work at scam scam/@King Poetry@@
Kingpoets is free to join, register today! Post a sample of your work and above all, enjoy the community of writers. Strict moderation is enforced by the King to ensure that people with a desire to create havoc are severely dealt with (there is a secret torture chamber, but you don't want to know...) Any questions, just email me

All work on this site is copyrite by the individual author. Permission must be received from the author to copy, use or publish any material on this site.

Join the Kingdom! Have fun! Keep writing! Above all,

be happy,



--Elite Writer
Alias: wewak11
Name: Graeme King
ASL: M/Australia

Life Story: X Rated
Signup Date: 605 D
1.66 Years 0.17 Decades
20.17 Months 86.43 Weeks
6.05000e+7 Heart Beats

Happiness is...not being sad!
Favprite author/s: Wilbur Smith and Dennis Wheatley tied, Edgar allen Poe.
Favorite book: "River god" by Wilbur Smith, ("but there are a million great books out there")
Quick Bio:

I write like I play golf, Every now and then when I feel like it, but not very well...

Why I Write:
Because I am egotistical, a Leo, and think everyone will love whhat I write (yeah, right!)

Sites I frequent: scam scam/@King Poetry@@

Music, computers, DVD movies.
General Personality/What makes you unique?:
I'm the only person in the world who thinks I'm bloody good!

Personality: He's not the only one who thinks he's bloody good!

Writing style: Sometimes hilarious with a DR. Suess zaniness, sometimes simply breathtaking, always clever and original with a killer rhyme and rhythm, however modest he may be about it, wewak's poetry does a great job of brightening up eliteskills.


ES MAGAZINE: Tell us about your poets website, Was it all your idea?

Graeme: Yes, it was all my idea. I wanted a small club for poets that actually wanted to improve their writing, not simply tell the world how much their life sucks. There are plenty of places for that, and I sympathise with every one of them, but as far as poetry goes, not much of it is poetry.

ES:Do you feel the site turned out the way you hoped it would?

Graeme: It's still growing. We aren't quite three months old yet, but the members that have joined and stayed are becoming a great bunch of friends who have a good time together as well as learning and sharing their poetry.I wanted a site that blended having a good time with the serious business of writing, and so far, thanks to a few great guys, it's working great.

ES:Which one, Kingpoets or Eliteskills? (Just kidding, we wouldn't do that to you...)

Graeme: ......

ES: About yourself: What is your biggest poetic dream ( anything at all)?

Graeme: I never really had one. To be recognized almost everywhere in poetry circles? Wouldn't any of us dream of that? It happens to so few, and I honestly don't consider myself that good. I'm popular, that's all.

ES: If someone got could get into your mind and stumble around in the dark, what would they trip over?

Graeme: My bag of pixies that I always carry with me in case I need one. They're very handy for almost anything.

ES:Our ES Magazine semi psychic ( anonymous) would like to take a whack at reading your mind:

Favorite color.....Green?

Graeme: nope, blue.

Psychic: Dang.*concentrates* ...that's all she's getting. You must have a lot of secrets...(Graemes' most recent post is titled "Secerts", btw. Hmmm...)

ES: Know any good jokes for our readers?

Graeme: Yes, they're all on my website lol.

ES: Do you have a piece or pieces that you feel is an example of your best work?

Graeme: umm I try and improve all the time and don't like that much of my earlier stuff now. Lately, I've developed free verse more, and I like "To a Rose" "Inside You" and "Breakfast at Tiffany's" They are all still posted here.

thank you, and

be happy


Some of Graeme's work:

My latest sonnet is my best so far. I love form poetry, it teaches good discipline, and word choice. Sonnets are perfect for love poetry, as you may use the language that was so romantic before the world got cold and greedy.

**Sonnet de mon Coeur**
(sonnet of my heart)

Tarry for a moment, or a lifetime,
who knows what tomorrow may be bringing?
let my ring of love light up and be mine,
listen to my heart and hear it singing.
Join me in our life's pre-destination,
take my hand and walk the wire of maybe,
kissing smiles in shy infatuation,
writing wish's magic chapters daily.
Open up your heart and fall towards me,
feel me catch and set you in your chamber,
worshipping the trust that ill affords me,
laughing at your petulance aflame there.
Strings redundant - let me set your kite free,
love me now and grasp this instant tightly.

**Breakfast at Tiffany's**

My epitaph stared back at me,
grinning knowingly at
the paper cut peep show.
Dead Man Shaving.

Fumbling through the motions
I smoked a peace pipe,
and declared war on life,
the universe,
and modern art.

As needled tumors grew
in my brain’s icy cave,
I fried mushrooms,
but ate nothing
in a righteous hunger strike,
and lost all feeling in my fingers

Bare-headed and baptized,
I was dragged screaming,
chanting advertising slogans
to Egyptian Sun Gods,
and a full eclipse winked at me slyly.

Then, on my twenty-third attempt
at eternal life,
I found a small pool of lamb’s tears
and bathed my eyes.
I saw myself unshaven,
unkempt and unloved, and
I laughed
as a dragonfly landed on my future.

Hungry for meat,
I trapped an apple
in a silken snare
and gravity forced its juices
to slide
down my throat.

Popping pills of paucity,
I ventured forth again, on the tired trail
of the shallow brick road.

I fell into bad company.
A willow and a river
became drinking companions.
A slop bucket was my goblet
as we sang love songs
to a tearful moon.

One night we acted out a play.
I was a lighthouse,
and the river raged
as the smooth pebbles on the shore
Willow did nothing.

A lonely goat sat down,
and told me tales
of suffering and hatred.
We cried until morning
and he vanished with the dawn.

Breakfasting on regret
I swung on the rope
across death’s chasm, laughing
at the demons below.

I waved goodbye
to my pantomime pals
and painfully scaled
the giant cobblestone hill
back to Utopia.

Straightening my tie,
I grabbed my cell phone
and rushed at the day. ---

**To a Rose**

...and should I mention perfume,
best I speak in whispered whimsy
lest my fanciful brain
conjures her heady fragrance – again
draws me closer to
breathe her
taste her Aeolian bouquet

...and could I picture morning’s dew?
droplets of moon glow
lilting on velvet petals
reflections of the secret nighttime
Shall I tarry
to see dawn’s sunlight and dewdrops marry
and become diamonds?

...and dare I clasp her
enfold her perfect existence
with my unworthy hand
silk skin would remain inviolate
Tall, my rose would stand
above all
in the Elysian garden. ---

ES: All we can say Bravo, Graeme.


Satellite friends

by nevender

Satellite friends, I am told, are friends who want to hang out with you when they need something. After they got it they disappear.

Now it is a thing not to be desired. Ever been best friends with people for a month or a semester then after they achieve what they probably wanted to they disappear?

Then I wonder maybe it is I the individual with the problem? How do I portray myself to people who eventually become this? I am aware of many friends of mine who do not seem to have this problem, yet I do?

What is it; am I so desperate for love? As though i do not already have it all?! You ask- have it all? Well, My Father gave me all the love He will ever give me and it is everlasting as well as sacrificial. And I live in Him and Him in me.

Now, I see a problem with the whole complaint of satellite friends. Love is patient. Love endures all things, hopes all things, believes all things, bears all things.

My Father is love. I am in Him.

Thank GOD for satellite friends, for I can lay down my life for love. ---

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To ANYONE who reads this: NO ONE bothered to write articles this week, so there won't be an issue until people liven up a little. Please don't hesitate and contribute anything you can


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ES MAGAZINE, Saturday, 30 September, 2006

Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening loyal members of ES. Welcome to this week’s magazine.

Special thanks to those who contributed to make this possible.

Please after reading, leave any comments or amd/or suggestions below on this page.

Here is a link to the second page: Please check it out

The second page of the Magazine

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ES MAGAZINE, Saturday, 30 September, 2006

Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening loyal members of ES. Welcome to this week’s magazine.

Special thanks to those who contributed. Please after reading, leave any comments or amd/or suggestions below on this page.

Here is a link to the second page: Please check it out
The second page of the Magazine

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