Appy

Even though by the life of me I couldn't figure out what this is about exactly, it resonated on my soul. Bringing me pictures of desolate and grey cloud covered moors with a single church clanging it's bell forlournly. The abandoned estate with vines crawling through the windows and a single door creaking in the wind. That sortof thing. I like it, thank you.

Appy walked into the Cabaret Room, on her way from outside to her room, without noticing anything odd around her. She was deep in tought. For some reason Xaious had just thanked her for giving him a present or something like that, but she was sure she never gave him anything. This needed working out. For those watching her walk across the room, and those familiar with Appy's appearance, something seemed different. For one, instead of her usual green dress she was wearing tight-fit leather pants and long-sleeved shirt. It looked like one piece and was blood-red. Her face had firmer lines, her hair seemed to have less knots in it. In fact, it seemed that with every moment more came out, straightening itself. Her walk was that of someone in full knowledge of their power and throughout spelled 'determination'. Zariah, eager to welcom a new guest, walked up to her and hugged tightly "Happy Valentine's Day!" Appy froze till she was let go and watched the crow girl walk away. Luckily for the woman, Appy seemed more puzzled then annoyed. OH! A small growl vibrated in her throat. Valentine's day, of course. Sappy people giving eachother gifts in hope for getting something else in return on a day that was as good as any other. Ptraci (whom it really was) let out a sigh. She could guess what had happened. She knew about the games people played and the way Appy's mind worked. No doubt the little twat had thought it exiting even. Ptraci frowned, standing still in the middle of the room, straight as a broomstick. Little hearts were floating over and through her. After a few seconds she checked one of her toolbags. She read the name on the little paper. 'Sigh..' With a look of mild annoyance she walked on. She knew she would give a gift.. so much was known. Who would give it though, was up to her now. By the time she had reached the door that led deeper into the keep her look had a certain grinning quality.

To think I was playing and never noticed.. *walks off shaking her head at such sillyness*

*nudges Real Life* We like her a lot too ya know, let her go for a bit? (We're patient as always... to me Valentine is an idea rather then a date anyways, so take your time hun. I'm looking forward to this still )

You did it again I enjoyed this immensely, like most of your work it seems. Layered but to the point. Thank you for writing and posting *hugs*

*echo's Sweetcherries comment* Here's to hoping the receiver (if there actually is one) will appreciate this the way it should be appreciated. Now that was an awkward sentence but you get the idea I hope I enjoyed reading it at least, thanks

Even though I didn't 'just now' write this, it actually happened that day... or this is at least how I saw it: http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?showtopic=12639 Will write an actual too, great idea Z!

First off, I like the poem as it is. Short straightforward and to the point. A big bonus for this one is that it makes people think.. just see what you had Drummondo writing because of it I don't think this needs expanding at the moment, simply because that's the task of the reader. If you do expand it, it might aswell turn into a book with this at the start of it.. Besides.. it's all about the last line. Well done, I enjoyed reading it and thinking about the thinness of lines (is thinness a word even? )

I like all of these, good style And congrats on taking your flight afterall! I haven't flown in my life either but am considering it to visit a faraway friend... scares me to bits tho, just the idea heh. But you did it Small suggestion on the last stanza, use Ayshela's idea of using "I" and change the second line maybe to something like this? I have flown today I took that flight I couldn't die today I had to write 'Cause to me the 'Saw the light' has too much to do with dying and has no place in the last stanza which is all about survival, right? Look forward to see what you do with it.

I have to say well .. uhm.. swum? Sounds like something by John O'Mill, a quite famous dutch english professor (famous among the literates that is) (original name Jan van de Meulen ) He is I believe the inventor, if not it's 'uitbuiter' of something called Double-Dutch. The use of english words with dutch intend and the other way around... your poem reminded me of that, even tho it isn't actually doing that. So again, well done, I enjoyed it immensely! PS: The translation seems to be fine yes, for the quick scanning I gave it. PPS: Maybe you'll find it interesting to search for him on the web if you didn't know him yet *knuffel* -Appy PPPS: For those english readers among us, the poem is good because it actually rhymes with an AABB scheme. (except for the first stanza, the only thing I could think of deserving a second look Sweetcherrie? Although it reads good already ) Just thought to add that for clarification

'nother Duchy, no I meant a Dutchie (or is that Dutchy?) right here Dutch speaking that is... also second language English, like most who grew up in the Netherlands in front of the television Third language German... which makes it all terribly complicated sometimes because of the differences between Dutch and German in way of sentence build up, plus the usual expression-differences. (Best I heard so far was a Dutch woman who had lived here, in Germany, for long already and at the phone asked everyone "En wat is Uw arbeid?" .. she had to explain that she meant what kind of work they did every single time ) Anyways, a good way to get your grips on how to use which word when, is reading every single book you'd normally read in Dutch, in English instead. It's what I've been doing for the past 6 years (at least, make that 7 in fact)... One thing I'm curious about right now is... do you try to write in Brittish-english or American-english? Well, it's good to see both of you. I have been the only Dutchy here for long enough (Louveteau is one aswell, but he was around for only a few days (or is that 'a few days only'? I swear English is a lot easier when you don't think about it too much. You'll mull over every single sentence otherwise )) Would be interested to hear any reactions from the both of you on my collection of old poems in the Library too... *whistles innocently "Who said that?"* Enough rambling from me, hope to see you around a lot *hugs* -Appy

Another quote from my hubby RB: "And then the plant told me how to beat the scorpion."

PS: [03:44] Appy: it's a flimsy angsty thing, but the first i've written in ages heh Be nice, please?

the brief reading I did, it sounded good. Also I agree with what Z said, you could've easily gone into angst, but didn't. Good job there PS: love the 'feral jungle' metaphor

Wouldn't it be nice.. to have your own ear listening, to hear someone responding, like you would? Wouldn't it be nice.. to tell your life's story, like you listened to others, telling theirs to you? Wouldn't it be nice.. to know someone like yourself, who's actually interested, and understands the awkward moments? Wouldn't that be nice... [23 januari 2005, Leverkusen]

*gasps* You don't think you're getting.. happy are you? *giggles and hugs Z* Very funny, don't stop this, we're loving it

(I'm low on caffeine atm, so bare with me too kay? ) First off, Welcom to the pen! *traditional welcoming hug* Your poem is longer then I usually can read, but I did it and I felt like I was in some strange pshychedelic REM-style video-clip. (was it REM? Something like that anyways) You have somewhat vivid imagery inthere which is quite lovely. Like the Ferry, always reminding me of the ferry across the river Styx. It could use some tweaking, like almost any poem. But that's what you're here for isn't it? To learn. If you want I could pick it apart, or someone around here better at it then me. But that choice is all up to you For now, I liked reading it, since I happen to like pshychedelic style video-clips too Once more, Welcom to the Pen, sweetnightmare. And I hope you decide to stay here with us and have a good time! *another hug* PS: hugs is something you'll get used to here

Happy new year to all! And also what all Venefyxatu said before me, really took my idea of a New year post away Hope you all have a great 2005 and I look forward to spending time with you all, lovely people as you are, this new year. *hugs all and passes the booze around*

in germany, the deathcount named as confirmed, is 130k... and no doubt that that's not the end of it...

Me and RedBaron will be spending of course.. I'm wishes for the small wonders and miracles now, since it seems that that's all that's left to hope for... Scary how the deathcount raises by the hour

*gives Sal a warm hug* I'm so glad for you to hear that *hugs again*

I knew I should've just posted a new post instead of editing the other one... Now for my actual reason for making yet another post (sorry!): Now that I understand the first sentence, the content is that much clearer. Since this is one of those poems 'hanging' by the first few lines. (if you get what I mean) *hugs P* I know what you mean with this now, better then before everyone had to explain to me what 'better than nothing' means *rolls her eyes at herself* And...I could go on into a huge post now, but what it'll come down to is acceptance. Namely, either you do, or you don't. Once you've been able to do that, you can continue to change, and this has to be mutually. (As should be the acceptance) The first thing to find out tho, is the what. What could be accepted, in the long run. (or even sacrificed. Acceptance comes in many forms) And either I'm now speaking for myself, or I sensed some underlying thought, but something tells me you haven't pinpointed that exactly yet... to my account, that's nearly impossible anyways, but doable to a degree in that you can step forwards again, instead of lingering in this spot. Oh boy, it's gone on to be a long post anyways. And I'm this close to deleting it since it's all so analytical. And presumptious too....Bah, sorry for that. But I couldn't sit by idle...And this IS me, how I 'work' *wan smile* Know you are wanted freely by many people here and elsewhere, without prejudice or pretense, and in many forms. Of course that's small help, but as we say in my family: "Alle kleine beetjes helpen." (means as much as: Every small thing helps") *big hug*

ooooooooooooooooh I get it now Blame my non-english background for that one, I know I do Thank you, both rev and Pered, for clearing that up, together you were crystal clear (I really gotta stop this smiley stuff... aw ok, one more) After post-posting ( ) : Thanks Zariah too!

"Being able to confuse myself just by listening to what I say this sphinx should be no biggy!" *looks up after putting her name on the list, and notices the people around her looking at her in a strange, confused way* "What?"

*puts her name on the list*