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 Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:12 pm
lol. Many thanks. Words are my game. 'Ilk' is one of the less used words so it's quite quirky and unique when heard in today's world. mrgreen Just brought a smile to my face by seeing you use it. I'll continue to write, of course. Can't disappoint the world, can I? cool
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 8:16 pm
Ha ha, I should certainly hope not! I don't take well to disappointment! And I'm glad I'm not the only one grinning madly about it! ^_^
All told, I live for quirks and uniqueties. I don't supposes that's a word, but I consider it my creative license. Besides, I like it! Don't you? Words are a thing of mine too- a passion really. After all, words are the very deffinition of our world by our own dictionary. "I think therefore I am"- we think things, and thus they are as we think them. Words are the conduit, the very means of that power. Words are the power to change what is, what has been and what will be; all in a round-about sly way of course. I know it's not entirely relevant, but I like to throw these things out and see what gets thrown back. If you think about it, at first it seems ridiculous- saying something doesn't make it happen and definitely doesn't change what's already happened. Then you think again. Reality is defined by thought. And then it all falls into place. See what I mean?
Ah, I love this stuff. If only it was possible to be a professional philosopher, or scholar. I'd do it- live just to think, to know, and then write about it. What could be better? **dreamy sigh**
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 8:45 pm
Actually, I think you could do that, but I believe you would have to teach philosophy as well. College professors have to write a lot of papers throughout their career from what I understand, so you could live your dream that way.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 8:46 pm
Watching
Have you ever watched the wind?
How it dances it the trees?
Have you ever watched a leaf
As it floats upon the breeze?
Have you ever watched a life
As it whistles right on by?
Have you ever watched the moon
As it wanes through the sky?
I wonder what would happen
If the people of today
Would take a moment to watch
As their lives just fade away.
Doesn't it make you wonder?
Doesn't it make you sigh?
The sadness of a friend
As you look into their eyes.
The gentle of the past
Is now lost upon today
So what would people think
If it all just went away?
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 9:09 pm
Everything you said is very true and excellent advice. I've considered it very seriously before, and had it suggested by others. In all reality? I might! Although in truth, I aim to be a professional novelist and/or poet, being a professor is pretty appealing too! I may well do both. If I taught, I think it'd probably be writing, or at least primarily. Philosophy and psychology both appeal to me, as do a whole host of other fields. That's one of my challenges- choosing just one thing to focus my studies on!! I just want to learn everything!
I like watching by the way. Quite a lot. The end more than the beginning though. It feels wistful, a bit nostaligic, rather poignant and a bit detached; like someone who's taken a step back to watch things from a distance. It doesn't have the power, or the impact emotionally that some of your others do, but it has something a little quieter about it that's still charming. It also has a unique sort of rhythm about it that makes you want to read it four or five times to find the best rhythmic pattern of saying it. It feels nice on the tongue, if a bit uneven. It's not uniform, but if it was, I don't think I'd like it as much.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 4:18 pm
That would be my aim, I think. I'm going to college this fall for massage therapy, but I believe my true calling is to be a writer. I would really like to have my poems published in a book and see the series I've been thinking about for years finally come to fruition. I'm actually wondering if I could get something published in a local paper, but I'm too shy to pursue the idea...-_- What a nuisance I am to myself...
Yeah, Watching was written a few days ago when my brother and I had a fight. Looking back at it, the poem seems almost completely detached from the situation that inspired it...After the fight, I just sat staring out the window as the wind blew through the branches of a tree. The poem came to me shortly after. It's kinda weird, my poetry...I'll start writing in one direction, but, by the end, I've taken a completely different path.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 4:33 pm
Go for it with the papers- you're good enough. And if you're really that shy, use a pen name. It's a good first step!
And my poetry does that a lot. I'll feel an urge and I'll sit donw to write, and at first it'll be going how I thought, then all of a sudden, it's about something totally different. It's a statement of the transformative nature of poetry- as we write and read it, we change and it changes with ut.
Other times, I'll just know that I need to write. It's almost like a switch going off- "A poem needs you to write now". No rhyme, no reason, no inspiration- nothing. I just sit down and start scrawling as fast as I can, and if someone interrupts I mutter indistinctly, and if they persist ferociously bite their head off. Then I look back at the poem, and I have no idea what it says. It's like a piece of myself just gave itself its own life, and now its totally separate from me. Nothing is ever what I think it is, or what it seems to be. I almost always end up with something different than expected. I wonder if all poets write like that?
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 8:34 pm
It's not that I mind people knowing that I wrote it. I can use my own name should my work be published anywhere. It's more that I'm too shy to inquire of a local paper...Quite the predicament.
Yeah, I suppose you're right.
I've actually never been in a position where I could be interrupted when I write. Usually, I'm just by myself or people just leave me alone when I get the urge to write.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 8:22 pm
Hhhm. That is a predicament. I'd say to check the papers' websites to see if there's a place there detailing how to send in submissions. You might not even have to talk to a human being at all. The local public library put a poem I submitted by email on their website. You never know! It's worth a try with your ability- you'd likely make it. They might even want you to write something regularly depending on what you write, how its written and to what ends. Don't quote me on that though . . . sweatdrop
The minute I sit down to write something terribly nice is the minute that the whole world desperately needs my immediate attention. That's just how it is. I hate it, but I've grown accustomed. **shrug** What other way is there?
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 8:37 pm
I was debating turning it into a series which a newspaper could publish, but that would be a fairly lengthy column-not to mention that I doubt I could keep the story for that long. Poetry would probably be my best bet. Of course, I would need my stuff copyrighted before I did that. Can't have people stealing my ideas now... ninja
I guess I'm lucky then... sweatdrop My poetry always comes at a convenient time...Actually, I take that back. Sometimes my poetry comes when I don't have pencil and paper to write it with. Now THAT is a pain... stressed
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:58 am
Isn't it? ^_^ That happens to me too. Who ever said being a writer was easy?
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:27 pm
Whoever they were, they were a dirty liar! scream Anyway...back to the lull in between poems...blah....-_-
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 10:12 am
The Line
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm happy now
But not with you
You tossed me out
Said we're through
I could only laugh at
The line you drew
I gave you my back
And walked away
I didn't hear
A word that day
The months went by
As did the years
Never once did
Your words grace my ears
Now I'm fed up
It's over now
You're not coming back
You selfish cow
Take back your stuff
Take back your life
I'm through with your pain
I'm done with your strife
I've found a new girl
Much better than you
One that won't lead
My life askew
My grass is green
My sky is blue
So why can't I stop thinking
About that line you drew?
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 8:58 pm
 Feel Good MomentCan you feel it? The feel good moment? Right before it all comes down? It's right after midnight And right before dawn The time before The lights come up The time before The town comes alive Come with me Stay in the moment Don't let this night pass you by Come on, stay in the moment Do you really want it to end? I'm feeling it now The feel good moment It's washing over me That fresh breeze That icy water Refreshing my view on life Come on, I'm in the moment Where are you? Grab my hand And I'll pull you back in We're here now Here together Sharing this moment of love World-wide love Come on and share in the moment It belongs to everyone Here comes the dawn But why should it end? Let's party right into Monday Who cares about work Or the daily grind? Just stay and the moment Don't be left behind
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 9:31 pm
The Mirror
[Chorus]
"This isn't me
It's somebody else!" he screamed
As he ran away from the mirror
But the mirror won't lie
And it won't forget
The image of your fallen self
[Verse 1]
Are you hiding your sins
Under your bed?
Has the monster you hid there
Entered your head?
You can't hide your sins,
Or your skeleton's closet.
Did it hit you hard
The moment you lost it?
The innocence of your youth
Can never be found
When you replace it with
Prince Persia's crown.
[Chorus]
"This isn't me
It's somebody else!" she screamed
As she ran away from the mirror
But the mirror won't lie
And it won't forget
The image of your fallen self.
[Verse 2]
When the world looks at you
What will they see?
A princess of God
Or a slave to Prince Persia?
Does your image reflect
The person you are?
Or does the mirror scare you
Because your heart's scarred?
Your beauty won't hide
Your pain inside.
Only deepen the sorrow
You try to hide
[Chorus]
"This isn't me
It's somebody else!" they screamed
As they ran away from the mirror
But the mirror won't lie
And it won't forget
The image of your fallen self...
The image of your fallen self...
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