LeeLee

:XD: :XD: :XD: :XD: :XD: :XD: :XD: :XD: :XD: :XD: koooooooooooooooooooooool its great to be back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GREASE, obviously.

the thing i find annoying is that the censoring is starting to become funny. Its almost like a feature, its so elaborate. On a show a while ago, there was a woman who was reciting a rap made for fifty cent and the censored swearing played an ascending scale, whilst the censor that covered her mouth exploded at the end of her speech. I think that's the thing that is stupid despite being kind of entertaining.

i like... scrubs friends simpsons ugly betty born and bred hustle anything weird I hate top gear. I don't really know why.

i'm not sure i haven'y tried spreading myself on toast yet........ but it sounds like a much better way to occupy an afternoon than history homework. :D I'm don't post in off-topic much, so maybe thats why you think i'm a cousin of some sort of jam, i post stuff mostly in the varrock library. thankyou for posting on our thread! :D its really cool that some of you guessed why we're temporarily leaving.

Thankyou very very much :D: on behalf of me and issy.

silly presumption, not that you wouldn't write long pieces of writing.

nope, try again, there's a constant order, for example: issy, lee,issy,lee etc. But i suppose its Theres a reason why the last paragraph is why it is. :D try and guess

See if you can guess which paragraphs are by who and whats so special about the last one. Sorry to all those about to be bemused. By issy2 and Leelee 15 Mauve bouncy balls all bounced merrily down the street. One of the balls smashed into an overflowing dustbin and rolled into the gutter. With a cry of triumph a raven soaring overhead snatched up the ball in its beak and carried it far away to the lands of Wisadafortis where it lived out the rest of its days in peace and prosperity. Another one of the balls went on happily for a while before coming across a large barrel of enticingly sweet looking ginger beer, about to be wheeled into the country pub down the lane. Whilst contemplating the downsides of taking a bath in such a sweet elixir, it suddenly found itself with no choice, but to hop inside. For the local butcher boy, who was in the habit of running errands for people, was about to take the barrel into the pub himself. More later The third of the mauve balls had also found a barrel of beer, and was thoroughly enjoying slurping the foamy liquid. When his (or her, as the case may be) thirst has been fully quenched he bounced back out into the road, wobbling slightly. However not all was well, when he was transfixed by the image of a car roaring up the hill towards him. The ball exploded beneath the power of the carÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s wheel, and the poor thing was never seen again. And that, dear friend, is why you donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t drink-bounce. The 4th ball was enjoying the picturesque scenery that played its course alongside the rest of the village as beautifully and loyally as the mingling sounds of the piccolo and the flute. Whilst musing on this wonderful sight, it began to lose track of where it was going and found itself rolling at a horrific speed towards a small girls skipping rope, at this moment un-used. The collision was monumental to the small ball. He was so caught up in tangles of glitter rope that he didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t notice his sister careering down the hill beside him. The fifth ball, unfortunately for his poor self, had suffered a terrible fear of heights for his whole life, ever since he had been melted together in the toy factory many miles away. Tensing up his small round, mauve body the ball suddenly found himself stuck behind the wheel of an ancient green and brown Austin Martin. Breathing a great sigh of relief he propelled himself out of the tricky situation and, to his horror, was once more hopping down the road, squealing. The sixth ball, a sister of the for mentioned ball, who was at this moment to caught up in his own unfortunate predicament, to do anything to prevent his sisterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s from taking hold. The sister herself was headed for a large and uninviting mud hole that took up most of the road that both balls were rolling down. She, I can now tell you, ladies and gentleman has not forgotten the humiliation of being forced to wear a smelly suit of quagmire that oozed through every fiber of her rubber exterior. It till this day had been one of her most embarrassing and memorably awful moments of her career as an entertainer of small and naÃÆÃâÃâïve to the sins of mud, children. The seventh ball, an old, crusty gentlemen of, as he was constantly barking out to anyone who would listen, ancient and aristocratic lineage, was most shocked at the indignity of being flung down a road, at the mercy of the laws of nature. He decided to keep his mouth shut. If he must keep hold of any composure he must suffer in silence. Harrumphing under his breath he found himself outside the very country pub which the third ball had been forced into. Well, every cloud had a silver lining, he decided, and his would be a good long drink of gin and tonic and a good kip in front of the crackling fire. The eighth ball was a young and mysteriously talented (in the field of hoola-hooping), female with a careless disposition that had been her downfall in many a previous occasion. However in this instance it came about that she would soon be indulging in a spot of luck, as she went a rolling towards a handsome fate. It was on that day that she met her one true love. A charismatic young tennis ball with a fiery pocket of talent and a great desire to beat the reigning champion and king of the court, the wondrous Vince Volley. He spotted the keen little girl a mile off and took her in, to her utmost pleasure. They have lived happily together ever since, and after the husband had acquired a spouse he never endeavoured to seek the trophy he had longed for, for so long. The ninth ball, a young and childish girl fresh from the factory, was loving her first long-distance Bounce. Propelling herself off the tarmac she wondered wistfully about enrolling for the International Bounce Championships the next year. Never running out of her childish energy, the ball carried on bouncing for the rest of her life. The tenth ball ran abruptly into the gauzy depths of a prised and tenderly clipped laurel bush. The ball chocked on the chunk of a snail shell and DIED OF SUFFOCATION. The eleventh ball was both bemused and confused at his current situation. Blinking the dust from his eyes he flipped over and over in the air, finally giving in to an unbearable headache. The twelfth ball fell in love with a jar of apple compote. This was not to his advantage, as when he appealed to the jar for the sanctions of a wedded couple. It blew itself up in the wild hope that the ball might leave her alone, after being put off by flying shards of glass and seemingly masticated fruit. The thirteenth ball, a small and nervous ball, was terrified at finding himself careering down the hill at a terrific speed, and promptly smashed into a wall. The ball was soon chewed up by a sniffy Labrador looking for a game. The fourteenth ball died. It will be remembered and sorely missed by all. The fifteenth ball drank some puddle water and was then struck by a sudden bolt of lightning. He has turned immortal and shall live forever. The continued fate of the second ball. Inside a barrel of purple champagne, the hyena growled and spat at its unfortunate lovelife. Sarah, the enchanting dog of his dreams, was eating delicately some peach macaroons. The barrel hit the hyena with a steel bucket which clanged a violin impetuously. The violin enjoyed the animalÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s company. The end. Compliments of LeeLee and Issy2 Try to figure out which paragraphs are by who. : :thumbsup:

a little lymeric i wrote, one of my favourites though a little weird :XD: there once was a fashionable young lassy who was quite fiendishly sassy she stayed out past ten and hogged all the men no wonder her friends called her trashy

love it darling, time to compose! :D

Pah! Archimage can I just say that this piece of writing did not in any way lower my opinion of you literary abilities(Your reaction perhaps) , which by the way are high. None of the things that I said were meant to offend you or imply that you were a bad writer, I merely wanted to provide my view on the piece of writing, that wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t to my taste, but certainly wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t bad. So IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m very sorry, I hope IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve cleared the air. friends ?^-^ pheeew, ok well i read the updated version and thought that it was alot better than the first, it started to sound more like a story and i see your point about it not being a love story, but it seemed to be heading that way in th first version, anyway the 2nd version is also more enjoyable though there are some questionable bits. So overall i liked it, even though i prefer other things you've done. :

I don't mind, don't worry :

I think you could have done better. You were trying to attempt a love story, but it wasn't romantic, any sentiment revolved around the concept of love rather than basking in the feeling describing it and indulging it. It felt like you were straining a bit to find different ways of saying how much the lead was in love. When you should have been allowing their feelings to tell stories of their own. It got more exciting towards the end, just edit it a bit and i'm sure it will be fine. Maybe i'm taking an olf-fashioned aproach, but thats how i feel. I also think your earlier remark on getting back at each other through comments was childish. None meant to make offense. :mrgreen:

oh deary.....deary me.......... :uhh: ........................... :uhh: I've run out of compliments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nah, the first is quite simply the best thing that i've ever seen you write =D> . It grasps and executes perfectly everything that i couldn't comcieve you ever being able to do, when i read your first piece of writing. Not that it was that bad anyway.. lets not get into that.. the point is that as issy put so truthfully the change is really quite remarkable. The second one i like, however i've been looking over it and wondering whether it might be better as a short prose verse rather than a story???? Secondly issy's right, don't write a poem to go with the first verse it will only upstage the rest, unless you write them all as well as you did the first. But really it is complete by itself. One more personal kind of thing, the squabble we had did make us really good friends, which makes me over-the-moon that we had the argument in the first place :D. Because if it hadn't happened its likely all this wouldn't of happened and we wouldn't be as good friends, so i for one am pleased. Curryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy sorry, i can smell my mum's cooking!

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best: Renee Zelwenger ( i'm ot sure whiether i spelt that right) She such a good actress, i think she shows up accomplished actors and actresses with her flare and enthusiasm worst: Daniel Radcliffe uuuuuuuuuurggh :-X All though i suppose i should give the guy a break since he started so young.

Righty [garden tool], will get right on it soon, ( i can't say ASAP because that would be a lie :lol: ). Thankyou sooo much for commenting, whenever i write something i'm always aching to know what people think. GOOD *hint* *hint* or bad. Thnkyouuuuuuoouoouoouououououuouououuououououuo

Pleasure :

I love this word i will use it again. Despite some basic spelling mistakes (typos) and slightly cheesy melo-drama,( I'm not the best person for avoiding this myself). I liked it, i think it has great potential. Write some more. It seems like your very open-minded to constructive comments and suggestions. Very good. :D

Loved it, very creative and particularly good for a first go. I couldn't write that well after 36.....42........53.........65......71....hmm goes. :D I hope you write more maybe you should do a collection like some of the other members.

MWA HAHAHAHA :twisted: my evil complimentary powers have struck again. No, i'll be a good girl now O:) and be all horrible about your threads. Just joking, love you to ( as a friend). \

My god issy these are fantastic,The regular effect your poems have on me. More comments when i have time, i just wanted to let you know how much i love 8-). I think that that love bug of your writing has bitten everyone who commented on the thread so far. great stuff farty pants :mrgreen:.

Coolarooni, well you might have seen it before, hope you like it tell me what you think all c/c welcome as my friend would say : . ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prologue Maria regarded the array of objects before her. Crimson soaked chaise lounges, oozing the sophisticated yet hyper glamour of the 1930ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s. Hand embroidered calf leather place mats, and a complete set of willow pattern china straight from the ports of Vietnam, lay untouched on fine Spanish oak dining tables. There were priceless crystal chandeliers and hand painted dressers discovered after much groping through the Milan archive of interior manufacture. And among this fine collection of mismatched home treasures lay one of the most puzzling paintings in the history of fine Dutch art. This strange sight of a room bulging with the most wonderful memories and stories that the 20th century and before had to offer, might have been a curious sight to behold had you not known what mistress was governing this private affair. It is time that I introduced you to the hostess of this gathering of belongings, the landlord of this estate of keepsakes, the leader of this party of possessions. Lady Gwyneth Tailor herself. The buyer to rival all buyers, the collector to challenge all collectors and most importantly the spender to silence all spenders. You are probably wondering what humble, polite, sensible Maria was doing in the luxurious apartment of the preposterous, in your face, grand Lady Gwyneth Tailor. Well the fact was Lady Gwyneth Tailor was facing a situation of bankruptcy. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅLord in heavenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Smiling kid fluttering tree Waving flower buzzing bee Delight in nature all around Doesn't take much to be able to see. Crashing waterfall, soaring bird. Floating lily, magic word. Powerful feeling, connect us too. What emotions are in you? I feel the loneliness, feel the pain, Sitting here watching the gentle moon wane, Sitting here watching the sun say goodnight, Sitting here watching the world without light. Take out the packet, the happines in twisted plastic Credit card forward, do the cutting, I'm spastic Desparate escape, that hyper manic state Tube up the note, and take the bait Why bother with the long wait? You'll never feel alone again mate. Yeah, never alone with the thoughts of my mind, The enlightenment you're trying to find, Is gone forever now you've taken the short cut You may be dying inside but it's a chance to unwind... And now, under the stars I sleep, Whilst the dying moon, does weep, My phone credit is running low, So to top it up I go! A knock on the door followed by a creak its your little sister come for a peek invite her into your soft warm bed then tuck the covers round her sleepy head She giggles, she groans She whines, and moans! But soon she falls, asleep on your shoulder As the fire in the grate, begins to smoulder. flames flicker and ashes fall your eyes wonder from ceiling to wall its coming to the end of a very long day you close your eyes, goodnight I say Dreams flicker, reality stays You're watching, you're waiting, counting the days A moment, a second, could change your life, It just takes time to keep your dreams at bay happy king, smiling queen remnents of a long lost dream a hope that fades like a flame in a fire as your imagination begins to tire As you feel, soon the dream will end. As your creativity is about to bend, With a lot of luck, and pixie dust. If one doesnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t work the other must Where dreams, are reality And reality, a dream Where all you need is vitality Just you, any your team Laughing face crying eye Waving hand as we say goodbye With fire in my blood and a song in my heart The dreamers, we're off, for a clean new start. This fantasy realm, of elves and dwarves Take away your breath, making a small pause. This is the way you see my lad, To keep your heart away from the bad. The elves they float on enchanted ground Graceful and beautiful - it's magic they've found Cunning and deceitful though they know what is right, Golden blonde hair, it shines in the light. the dwarves they are short, they are stout, they are bauld. well kept caves, away from the cold. sharp battle axes, and tempers short a trusty friend, and one very well tought. The unicorns, the nympths, of shimmering thought, The knights, the fights, of the royal court, A merchant's bargain sold at last resort, Every colour, every shape,our imagination sought. But, as adults we all know, its only our thoughts keeping them their, whilst our dear children, stop and then stare. They are to be children, in this humble land. What is better, they get to play in the sand. The waves rise. Like the sun. Across the horizen. The fiend stares across. Humbug. His eyes despisen. Bah. No one notices. This time for enjoyment, will not wilt. As they play. The way childern do. You pull up the quilt. He starts to hunger, forever more. his bin, with only an apple core. His stomach growls, as he waits for his pray and he pokes at his fireplace, made of clay. A snap. A crack. An animal in the traps. Soon eaten. Tied in wraps. all the while, innocents play on the beach. whilst the daemon prepares his leech. he plans and schemes to murder the all, yet, he is near his downfall. a battle begins on a blanket of snow purity, virtue and innocence go to fight for the freedom of a long lost soul whilst the winds of change take their tole As time moves on. So must we all. Death glance upon. Like statues, tall. We get closer to it. Each passing breath. Advancing until. There is nothing left. death, something we can't attempt to deny death, something we'll never defy somehow closer to our hearts than life oh how human minds are consumed by strife Life of pure. Life of dark. Life of a kind, found in a park. Love keeps it warm. Hate keeps it torn. So when your mum wants a hug When your baby sister's scared of the bugs, Or even when your tore your dad's favourite rug I hope you can only find... love. That love of bold. The hate of cold. Spread the love. Like a fire doth. 'I love you,' are words we hear Alot, and to my heart is near, The warmth when you hold me tight in your arms, I'm safe, I'm glad, I'm away from all harm Then again, you pull away. As our live, does being to fray. A shout here. A shout there. And suddenly our love lies thread-bare. but deep down, we still care, and when we see them, we stop and stare. they have moved on, breaking your heart. leaving you in despair You opened your heart. To love and care. Chilled winds whip. Though this once safe lair. Like a sword. It dashes you to pieces. While he runs free. Free to keep its leases. Yet you still walk on. In this world of hate Brittle Piece of Bone. All alone. Trying to Find. Never Know Love drives you on. Hollow though And it continues on. Worse than any blow I live this heart of hearts. I pull the cart of carts. For I am in love. I'l give hate the shove. Ben and Jerry's Perferably cherry Fully mending my heart would be a dream Since i'm patching it up with cherry ice cream haagen daz is my pleasure ben&jerry's is my poison but thats just my view I won't force it on you Ben and Jerry's fill my tum And hear me whisper yummy yum The bowl is empty, the spoon is heaped And towards my mouth it leaps...YUM! But for each a time. And a time a place. Like this rhyme. We dive and chase. And while we search we find some fun A childish play, our happiness done. Chattering about icecream, how did we get there? When once we wept for fantasy and dreams. Like the mighty river. We start as clouds, we dither. When we start our journy, we change each passing second. Till eventually we are here. We have written and we have trekkened i hope this doesn't mean what i think it does the memorable ending of something that was are we nearing the end of this long-winded poem all i can say is "Noooooooooooooooooooooooo". There are some things, Lee, that shall never end, However much our verses can distort and bend, We shall continue, we shall fight, Fight for our words, fight for what is right! But when you gun is spent. When you cannot go on. You can alway be lent. A rhyme this long. Words, flow, Words, go, Verses form, Wisdom knows. Words flow, like our dreams, Children play, by the streams, in this land, our fairy tale! Where the story will never fail! Love flows, like our hearts, Kisses shared, we shall never part In this land, our very our land, We shall go strolling, hand in hand I remember those innocent days too, all those times I laughed at the word poo, but now, those days are forever lost, But, I still find Issy & Lee at my side Dripping blood anguished cry Tears splashing as we say goodbye One last time I'm in your arms, But you're slipping away. You're the price I have to pay. but I'll always remember the good times we shared, and I'll always know how much you cared. If I could go back, I sure as hell would, But we now, are truely alone. The darkness creeps all around, all I want is your voice, your sound, for now I know the sorrow of the daemon, all I need, is to see you again You push up the daisys. That I lay. Now everyone. Is left to pay. Like a great wave. Time comes for you. My friends. With the love of earth shattering. Now your all I have to depend. Memories fade, slowly to dust, I always loved you, with a hint of lust, But now as I lie here, thinking of you, I wonder why, god split us apart Torn from peace like a rose from the ground, I had thought we were one, we were none, we were bound, Into the sea, into the ocean, Into oblivion where our quiet love drowned. and as I lie on this beachy dune, I wait for the beautiful moon, I sit here and think, my thoughts wonder to you, and silent tears stream down my face But for only when the end is near. Do we see what we feel is truely dear. Like a rose before a storm. Will we survive till tommrows dawn? My thoughts, they drift, they drift to you My thoughts, they drift, to all that you do I can't help thinking how nice it would be If you'd come, and sit here, for a while, with me. But, alas, I know you can't, as it was fate, that we be seperated, on that very date, but yet in my heart, I still find love for you, even though, I know, I will never find you when love is drained to its river bed who are left, but the friends, responsible for what i've read so Issy, Andufus and Archimage too I'd like to take this moment to say thankyou! So, once again I try to enter the fantasy realm, To find the entrance barred, Tears pour down off of my face, knowing I can never see you again. thorns, [bleep]ed with remorse, [puncture]le your delicate hand whilst there appear to be man traps all over the land why is the once open door to imagination locked the entrance into a moment blocked Now I realise, my innocence has gone, and now, reality is no longer a con, I have to put up with the real world, but the worst part is, I have to do it without you can ever a moment like this be so fragile disappearing as quickly as a fleeting smile as the feeling inside is once again numb to pain and sorrow once again i must succumb But alas not all is lost For sunlight, for moonlight, there is no cost The golden rays, the silvery streams, Eternity of love and light of dreams. a sunset painted in primrose pink a sea of silky blues in which you can sink the gold i added to frame my portrait of you and the green in your whimsical landscape too Soft chalky sunset in chalky cream, Tranquil waves on the beach sewed up the seams A canvas of inky sky dotted with stars, The rolling hills our stone scars. I look at your picture, your beautiful face, I look at your dress, made of fine lace, I wonder why, my innocence is lost, and hope it will return at any cost The ship dashes the waves. They crash and bash. You fight to the deck, see me, our house, the caves. I look back. The salty air blasts onto me, like some great lash. The storm seems so far away. Only us two remain. The wreched sea will pay. But now the end is coming, to our pain. The land of blood and fear, Death is lurching far and near, The face of fate, I see it loom, Whispers my future and my doom. Why wonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t you let your eyes smile? Just for me for a little while The memory of her is a burden on your heart I can see it tearing you apart ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- wouldn't it have been more sensible to do a verse per post. :-#