I just wanted to say...
/STANDS ON TABLE.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
-- Walt Whitman
Not only is this one of my fave poems, but it was rather fitting, in my opinion. And since I have no self control, there you go. XD
And while I'm here, I should say...
Failboat,
Thank you for being such an amazing group. Writing with you over the past year has been an absolute blast. Each one of you is an amazing person, brilliant writer and above all, an awesome friend. I'm sad that the boat is coming to an end, but I hope that through the sandbox, aim, elechat and whatever other RP's we might find ourselves in, we'll be able to keep contact of some kind.
You are by far, the best group I've ever written with and I think of you as my RP Fambly. :>
Also, yo have no idea how much tyapn i have eidted out of this post.
ILUGAIZ ;A;
-xhan
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
-- Walt Whitman
Not only is this one of my fave poems, but it was rather fitting, in my opinion. And since I have no self control, there you go. XD
And while I'm here, I should say...
Failboat,
Thank you for being such an amazing group. Writing with you over the past year has been an absolute blast. Each one of you is an amazing person, brilliant writer and above all, an awesome friend. I'm sad that the boat is coming to an end, but I hope that through the sandbox, aim, elechat and whatever other RP's we might find ourselves in, we'll be able to keep contact of some kind.
You are by far, the best group I've ever written with and I think of you as my RP Fambly. :>
Also, yo have no idea how much tyapn i have eidted out of this post.
ILUGAIZ ;A;
-xhan