[jarvis]

hello, my name is → bailí (BAY-lee) gaelic, meaning 'good'.
'hullo, i'm bailí! i guess there's not really a nickname for that, but be my guest, and call me whatever you like!'

my gender → 'i appreciate the opportunity to answer this one! i was born a biological male. and, i've found that for the most part, i identify with that gender. however, i am a bit feminine at times, and i also identify as bisexual.'

poem → 'i wrote this, after i got back from one of my favorite adventures! it's a series of haikus, and i must say, they're difficult to put together.'

an adventure

i'm not advent'rous
but then one day i did find
something intriguing.

deep in the forest
sprawled, head down, on a flat rock
lay a future friend

shafts of golden light
did beam down upon her fur
in curious twists.

she raised her small head
and i, did merely approach
step by tiny step

i smiled, and she, back
then stood and walked towards me
she whispered a laugh

running, she beckoned
that i did follow and trail
behind her lush mane.

we frolicked through meadows
never speaking, our words were
but dances of light.

a twirl and a leap,
she told of troubles and tears
now left behind her

i too, danced my ghosts
and away in the sunlight
did my worries fly!

when day soon slumbered,
she did sing me her friendship
before swinging high

and dancing downstream
now dipped in sweet smooth silver
did i float homewards

to meet with my dreams
and sleep till my friend would smile
once again in dance.

[paperose]

what should we call you;; My name, I guess? Basically what other people call me? Oh, you want to know my name? My full name? Sure, I'll tell you my real name if you promise not to laugh. Violet Lavender. Please-don't-laugh! I-uh, my parents thought I was a girl, but then when they found out I would sort of respond to Violet Lavender because they had said it so much. So they didn't change it. Now, I pretty much flinch if someone says my real name. Just, please call me Iole. It's taken from my first name, Violet. You should really pronounce it as eye-oh-l. However, as long as it sounds roughly like that I'll be happy. I think it kind of makes me seem more masculine than my name lets on.

are you a boy or a girl;; Are you kidding? My deep voice should give it away, even if my name doesn't! I know I'm named a girls name, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I am one. Ugh, and I explained it earlier. Surely you came prepared for typical teenage behaviour, laziness, and brought one of those people that write down everything everyone here says. Just, go check with them please. I'm lazy. And to answer your question, I'm a boy.

would you like to tell us a peom;;
Ok, this is a poem. I quite like it actually.

Strolling beneath the apple orchard,
A mixture of reds and greens.
Peaceful, for once, in this hectic yard,
But nothing is as it seems.
Darts catch my eye and I freeze ... still,
They're jumping from tree to tree.
My eyes flicker towards the mill,
but they'd see me if I flee.
Curiosity killed the cat, they say,
But I am a Jelly Bean.
So I lived to see another day,
Oh lucky lucky me.
It's laughable now, when I look back,
But it was frightening me dead then.
For they were harmless little fruit bats,
And I was bigger than them.

The above was written by Iole a couple of days after the incident.
If you didn't get what he was talking about, he encountered fruit bats for the first time whilst strolling, by himself, in his parents' apple orchard. The orchard will probably be passed down to him in the future, but he knows how to deal with fruit bats now.

[paperman]

Name: cassio
Gender: male
Poem:
and you are
the sweet symphony
of tears
that lay me down
to sleep at night.

oh, such a sweet
and gentle sound,
like a hundred,
a thousand,
a million
screaming sighs

[eli ayase]

Name: Tanisha, goes by Tawny
Gender: Female
Poem:

" An adventure? More like a fight
To face the basement without a fright
Its dark in there, I never go in
The noises scare me out of my skin!

It was dark and I was missing something
It was a little tiny gold ring
My friend dropped it through the vent
And I hate to say it but my courage is bent

I'm scared of my basement but my ring means more
So with courage I opened up the door
I went after that ring and sang to myself
and I found the ring sitting on a shelf!

Quickly I snatched it and ran up the stairs
and everyone step I took, and sent prayers
I'm glad nothing bad had happened in there
but I still don't go in without a care! "

[bullie]

Name:
Gender:
Poem:

can u extend it?

[liquordogg]

Cocafee


Male



I was there, on that narrow path towards the mountains.
I walked with care, over the large rocks.
My legs were shaking, scared to fall into the darkness bellow.
I couldn't think from all the fear, my sense was at zero.
I took a breath, inhaling the sweet aroma of the mountain flowers and all their soft feeling.
I suddenly remembered that I should not fear this place; that is loved and explored by so many who are captured by the reeling of its mountainous beauty.
I ventured on, toward the sky high above.
I looked up, and upon my eyes, I could see an eagle fly by across the sky.
Again, I carried on, toward the top I rode upon.
Standing there, examining the world below me, I thought
'Why? Why must this world be so confined by man, but this immense beauty still survive, grow, thrive; to such a beautiful state and to not die away like all the others that must end sadly. Why?'

[olive oil]

Name:
Evalina, but prefers to be called Lina
Gender:
Female
Poem:
On a stormy night it was,
The sea, beckoning me close,
As my trusty old boat,
Was eager to fly.

Though the waves we sailed,
Through the stormy night sky we stayed afloat,
Through the rocky shores and lightning bolts we tried to get to the island.

I was tired, and cold,
And so was my boat,
But still we pushed on,
Until the mast broke.

Using up my precious time,
I fought to keep us going,
The rain pelted my freezing fur,
As wind battered the poor girl's bow.

As soon as it started it stopped,
And we were calmly floating there,
I couldn't take the cold anymore,
And passed out on the shore.

I found what I was looking for,
And quickly stowed it aboard.
Once again, we were off,
Searching for home.

[Downn]

Name:
Raven Melano
(after looking through both the archives and nursery archives, while there were plenty of people with the username Raven, there was no JBD named Raven. Please don't kill me if it's in use ;n;)
Gender:
Female
Poem:

wip
I would also like an extension, if possible.

[hamkid]

. : N A M E : .

Azul

. : G E N D E R : .

Female

. : T H E - P O E M : .

In a rocket going far
Blasting off, going to Mars
Red and rusty, off we go
To see the shining star aglow.
~
Up in the sky,
getting so high,
I thought I'd be airsick
in two seconds of a tail flick.
~
A blue bean in space,
Want a skywalking race?
Martian or friend
lets sky-walk again.
~
Out of a distance is a green,
Green, green, Mars machine
Not a machine, what have I seen?
Green and spotted and eyes very keen.
~
I'm a astronaut dragon,
will take out my wagon,
To store up space rocks
Heavy or not, weak, or able to knock.
~
Back to my spaceship
Or rocket, doing floating backflips.
Space rocks and "rust'
Things that I must,
Keep for ever,
Give them out never,
To remember, remember
My outer space vacation back in September.

[get scared]

Uwahhh, this form was on page 6 last time I checked, hope it still counts anyway. You did say after page 7, but people starting wishing good-lucks already so asdfghjkl

Name: Shizuko
[shih-zoo-k-oh]
The mix of the Japanese word 'Shizuku' meaning droplet, and the Latin word 'Pavo' meaning peacock.

Gender: Male

Poem:

Wind swirls around me, weaving its invisible fingers through my fur.
My heart’s racing, threatening to abandon me and leap straight out my chest.
My frantic eyes don’t stay on one thing for more than a second,
Only the bright moonlight shining down from above lighting my path.

My paw pads ache as though I’m running over liquid fire,
pounding the ground faster and harder with every thrust of my hind legs.
The same feeling echoes throughout my head,
the beating wracking my mind violently as my hasty, thin breaths cause my lungs to burn.

But it’s not good enough.
I can still breathe.
I can still move.
And I can still push myself harder
as the long grass blades surrounding me nip at my face.

I can feel my eyes narrowing as my body somehow proceeds further,
my nails digging into the soft earth greedily and kicking up dust behind me.

Why isn’t this good enough?
Why am I never good enough?

I hear the sound of shame itself,.
A deep, throaty groan which rumbles through my entire being.
Everything around me begins to blur as I move even faster,
only then realizing the sound had crawled its way up my own throat.

He only won because he looks pretty.
I heard he got extra points because he’s such a teacher’s pet.
The only reason he’s in first place is because of his looks.
With such a wretched personality, it’s obvious how he got such a high score.

The sound which erupted this time wasn’t a yowl,
but the sound of thunder itself as it called for its partner, lightning.

I could do it.

If I was able to beat my last record, surely I could win.
Then, it would be obvious that I had been practicing this time, right?
Everyone would have to accept me!
It would be mandatory to accept that fact that I work for everything I achieve, right?

And suddenly everything stopped as I saw the finish line I had planted yesterday.
My heart skipped at least 3 beats as my breath caught in my throat,
the thumping organ undoubtedly tripping and falling
as it attempted to catch the pace of my whizzing thoughts.

The slight anticipation fluttering in my stomach
turned into raging pterodactyls of relief as my sore body screamed at me to stop-
But I was almost there.

Three more moves-
Step
Pause
Jump
And I knew I would beat my record.

So I did exactly that.

I prepared myself for the final pounce,
my muscles tightening as all the tension began bubbling up.
Just as I was about to release it all, ready to detonate with everything I had,
the world slipped from under me.

It was a strange experience, in the least.
Out of nowhere the trees began to grow and the ground began to fly.
My ankle joint exploded with pain, the feeling easily blossoming and spreading,
crawling its way all the way to my hip bone and causing my body to tremble.

Then I hit the ground.

Nothing was silent this time, as the rough winds whirled around me.
Then I noticed that long grass surrounding me wasn't even moving,
and it crossed my mind that perhaps,
the raging whirlwind surrounding me was my own thoughts.

And they were consuming me.

I laid there for what felt like an eternity,
my breath never even calming for a moment before I found myself standing again.
The stars were dimming,
and I could see the deep, dark, brilliant blue turning into a slightly lighter purple.
The fleeting though of ‘I can relate’ flashed through my mind before I began walking again.

It hurt.

My ankle hurt,
my body ached,
My muscles shuddered as my walking resembled more of an intoxicated sway.
But I didn’t stop.
I knew that the lack of acceptance hurt more.

I was tired of sulking around like someone
who didn’t have a way in the world to change anything about their problem.
I was tired of the failure, and tired of the loneliness.
I was ready to show them exactly what happened, when a peacock displayed it’s feathers.

Suddenly the purple sky surrounding me didn't seem so bad,
and I decided that the faint, golden stars
looked far more brilliant in contrast to the lavender surrounding them.
Protecting them from the world below.