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 Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:34 pm
Hi again, I've been reading all ur stories in HugSoft - I'm still not quite done reading it all... lol sorry I'm a slow reader - Tho w/ that said... it got me inspired to write this poem today. I really do not meant 2 offend or condescend any1 here. I just hope that it'll give u all a diff perspective n outlook somehow, even tho udk me 2 well atm. Enjoy.
Life For Rent
If you think your life suck
I'll lease you my life for free
Perhaps for a day, a week, a month...
However long it may take
cos I have an indefinite schedule
For you to see the other side
So how about a life without much pain,
without much hassle, without much stress,
without much of anything...
Sounds tempting doesn't it?
Sounds pretty dull and boring to me
I'd rather live with pains
just to have some freedom, joy,
and experiences
I'd rather say I LIVED a life of my own
and not co-existing among others
I'd rather be ME in your life
So would you do the trade?
If there was a possibility
Perhaps not, because then...
You'll changed your mind
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:02 pm
Hey there OG LoLo, wanted to welcome you to the thread. I read both your poems and I must say that, since I've been reading all the posts in Hug Soft Love Strong I'm going to be biased and like the poem you wrote for that one a LOT. I like your writing style. 3nodding
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:05 pm
Hatred acts as the false healing of bitter holes left from love.
Searing closed bleeding wounds on the heart with only the smallest handful of fire--fire thought to be brought from hell.
Small flames grow though.
Tearing away at the soul until only an empty shell remains, marked forever by tear-dust stains leftover from fallen water crystals.
Choose two words: Hatred and Healing and created this (does it count as a poem?) I submitted it to the poetry contest my school is having. Maybe I'll win and get published in the school yearbook like I did last year! *is hopeful*
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 12:29 pm
TY kira 4 the welcome n compliment =D. I've got some poems published 2 at my school, but that was a long time ago. My style is pretty simple, n to-the-point... mayb more like lyrics 2 a song. I don't think I can write cryptic style like urs (quoted below) n most famous poets, lol. But it's ALL GOOD 4laugh Kira-fightingdreamer Hatred acts as the false healing of bitter holes left from love. Searing closed bleeding wounds on the heart with only the smallest handful of fire--fire thought to be brought from hell. Small flames grow though. Tearing away at the soul until only an empty shell remains, marked forever by tear-dust stains leftover from fallen water crystals. Choose two words: Hatred and Healing and created this (does it count as a poem?) I submitted it to the poetry contest my school is having. Maybe I'll win and get published in the school yearbook like I did last year! *is hopeful*
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 9:08 pm
OG LoLo, you might have just made my day with identifying what my style of writing is called. Seriously, I've never figured/thought it had a category, so thanks XD
It's always cool to be able to write out like you do, as you said, lyrics to a song. *is envious*
Thanks for the good luck wish though!
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:42 pm
Here's one of my published poem 2 lightened the mood. Enjoy razz
Calendar Guy
I’ve found the man of my dreams
In the month of July
He has the most perfect hair
And gorgeous big brown eyes
Though I don’t know much about him
He is constantly on my mind
The way he stares at me
Send shivers down my spine
He never spoke a word
But I could tell that he care
By just listening to my problems
And always being there
His presence hypnotizes me
For I can’t seem to move
With his warm and charming smile
I lose touch with my reality too
I wish I could be part of his world
To be free and have no worry
Taking it one day at a time
There’s no need to be in a hurry
Next month it will be August
So I must say goodbye
I knew it’s too good to be true
To love a calendar guy
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:25 pm
Hey there OG LoLo~ I know we're like.. the only few posting in here but I still feel weird if I don't direct my post like.. at you. And man, I can't believe, I read your poem there like, days and days ago and I thought I posted a response but. neutral Apparently not. *failed*
I MUST SAY THOUGH, that piece you have there made me just about die laughing. It's fricken' brillant!! lol, I'm curious to what other pieces of work you have.
I have a poem (maybe maybe maybe it might not count though) that I'm hoping will be up by tomorrow. I had my teacher edit it and I need to make those changes, desperately before I post it to the world-ish. eh. pretty much to you LoLo XD
Oh, taking what you were talking about in HSLS, I'm thinking up some ideas not just for this thread but for the entire Writer's Den. I need to talk to either Madralyn (mainly) or Boldie, though I know she's on absence for a while. Uhm... Yeah! I'd love to see this whole section of the guild get up and running. *done with my pointless rant*
I'm... also going to start making my text in here larger. Just in case people who appreciate the larger font happen to magically visit this place.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 3:33 pm
Lol, hey rite bac at ya - Kira~ Yea np about posting ur piece here, whenever u're done - is fine. Calendar Guy was actually one of my very 1st poem. Since this date I've written 87 proses already o.o... Haha, u can call it inspiration call it boredom - whateva, I guess its a lil' bit of both. I'm pretty proud of most of my works, tho some r less popular than others... Kool I'll b watching n patiently waiting to c the new change happening. Hopefully ur ideas would "produce" - (lol, I like 2 use big words once in awhile) more active members here.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:13 pm
Wow that was your first piece?? That's so cool!
I finally got my piece done and will probably put it up tomorrow since I'm babysitting (they let me use their laptop, I'm not sneaking or being a bad babysitter D smile and don't have any access to it at the moment.
I'm still waiting to make sure I have official permission to take over this part of the guild, but I'm definitely hoping we get some more people in here. I know there are tons of brillant writers out there.
Hm... what else. OH! I was going to say, if you have any ideas yourself you want to talk about, then ... let's talk about it! I've never been a big fountain of ideas so things may tend to get lame on my end after a while. hahaha sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 11:37 am
I stand here on May nineteenth, two thousand and ten
With three young woman and two young men.
Today I will drive them to the convention capital of the world,
A city known today as Curled.
We are all standing here around the sign that says stop
So I might as well introduce everyone starting from the top.
Ms. Sarah here is only twenty-three,
She is the one with hair the color of black tea.
Sarah is heading to the Green Convention
To share her new and exciting invention.
She mentioned that she loves to make clothes
Like her burlap sack decorated with bows.
Next is Mr. Fred
Who has two kids and is unwed.
He is twenty-two years old
And looks as dirty as mold
The Convention of Single Parent’s is where he will be
Right after he takes another shot of whiskey.
Now it’s Mirabel’s turn to be introduced,
I cannot believe someone like her was ever produced!
Her constant saying of “ Mark my words, I’ll be famous.”
Is just as lame as John Stamous
Obviously she’s too busy looking in a mirror
Or else she’d be standing here
Going all ghetto
And saying, “No way girl,” in a manly high pitched falsetto.
Mirabel is here to travel to the How to be on T.V. convention.
Why even bother finishing her introduction if she’ not even paying inattention?
Ah, Fabio here has just joined us.
He is heading to the Convention of Gay and Fabulous.
Fabio is nineteen;
He is really eccentric and actually quiet mean.
He was talking to Sarah just a minute ago and said
“Ew Girl, you are a mess. Why’d you even bother getting out of bed?”
Alright, moving along;
Is it me or is this dragging on?
It is time to introduce Isabella,
Oh, excuse me, I mean Bella.
She is headed to Comic Con,
And she swears she’s going to meet Robert Pattinson.
Bella loves Twilight
She says it is such a delight.
Enough with the introductions
I think I misplaced the instructions.
Along the way, there is going to be a competition.
Telling a great story is your mission.
I will be judging the stories,
And if yours is the best then no worries.
But, if yours is the worst,
You have to buy dinner for the one who’s in first.
Also, on the way back you must pay for the gas.
Alright, let’s get started. You better not give me any sass!
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 5:24 pm
@Kira ~ I got only 1 idea n posted in chatterbox so Madralyn or boldie can see it if/when they go n visit... dk if it's any good tho (lol - might b lamer on my end bcos I'm still new stressed ) But, yea, u can also find it there in on thread suggestions, ideas, thoughts - sorry if got the order of the title wrong. Sure, we could bounce ideas w/ ea other. Btw, what were ur ideas beside making font larger? If u rather pm me instead posting here - I'd love to hear 'em n mayb can add to it... only if u don't mind me doing so. Anyway, let me know what u think.
@AS 8B ~ I'm not sure what is the purpose of ur poem that u've just posted. I mean, is it for reading enjoyment? Or ur actually addressing us - that's Kira & I - to write a story about ourselves in a poem-like manner? LoL, I'm sorry I don't get it. sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 8:50 pm
OG LoLo
@AS 8B ~ I'm not sure what is the purpose of ur poem that u've just posted. I mean, is it for reading enjoyment? Or ur actually addressing us - that's Kira & I - to write a story about ourselves in a poem-like manner? LoL, I'm sorry I don't get it. sweatdrop it's ohkay. I seem to be a confusing person. Reading enjoyment! =) It was just something i wrote. lol. It was for an assignment for school. =) It is my prolouge to a tale i am writing. hehe.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:04 pm
AuntieSocial 8B it's ohkay. I seem to be a confusing person. Reading enjoyment! =) It was just something i wrote. lol. It was for an assignment for school. =) It is my prolouge to a tale i am writing. hehe.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 1:41 pm
OG LoLo:: Of course I'll PM you! Soon. I hope. And I'll go look at your idea, I seem to be flitting only between HSLS and the Secret Santa forums right now. *so fail*
AnutieSocial 8B:: Ahahaha! I did enjoy that poem you put up here!
In the end, it seems my piece is not a poem so I just ran and quick made a new place to post short pieces. Called "Short Pieces" due to my brilliance in naming things.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 3:40 pm
Submitted this to the poetry contest too. This one actually won third place, for some reason. Ahaha, my teacher is talking to the student in charge of yearbook literary section to see if they will put it in the yearbook for me.
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Zipping down my jacket, I sigh.
Yielding it to the ground, my body tenses.
X shaped scars criss-cross up and down my arms
Warriors only reminder of once glory filled days.
Visions fill my head, predictions of tomorrow.
Unless I succeed, each one proffers only disaster.
Time passes quickly, playing along with the beat of my frantic heart
Silence engulfs my ears, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Remembering days of peace; it’s something I can’t do anymore.
Quietly I slip into a battle ready pose
Painting a picture in my mind, imagined enemies are everywhere
Only I can win; only me.
Night sky is fading.
Mankind sleeps, waiting.
Last one standing I will be, after old
Kinsmen of mine dare stand before me.
Joker, oh, I wish I was.
Inside my mind, a
Hero I am not. But a
Glamorous façade, I will act out once more.
Final testament.
Energy boils through my veins.
Dawn has come at last.
Calling of my fate.
Bitter resentment fills my heart now.
Apocalypse is here.
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