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 Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 8:34 am
Spoon River is an anthology of epitaphs, a work of complete fiction. It's one of my favorites mostly because it's just so freaking inspiring!
Often times when I get bored, I make up my own little collections like Spoon River, creating secrets and gossip - but not having to deal with filler chapters and all of that lovely jazz. So I was thinking, what if we all start on our own Spoon River as a guild?
Here's what you've got to do -
First, start off by clicking the link back up at the top and read a few of the epitaphs so you can get a feel for how to write these.
Second, read through some that are posted on here (if any).
Come up with a character.
Entwine them into the lives of other characters and places in time, landmarks, and monuments.
And from there just keep on writing. (:
Now let's get started!
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 10:17 am
Naïve, ignorant, childish.
Nobody told me, nobody warned me.
I thought it would all work out,
I though that I’d found my knight in shining armor.
And when I heard the people whispering?
I didn’t listen. I stood alone in my childish fantasy,
Thinking I had an army behind me.
But there was no one.
And I died in that fantasy.
Alone.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 2:05 pm
Emmerrz Naïve, ignorant, childish.
Nobody told me, nobody warned me.
I thought it would all work out,
I though that I’d found my knight in shining armor.
And when I heard the people whispering?
I didn’t listen. I stood alone in my childish fantasy,
Thinking I had an army behind me.
But there was no one.
And I died in that fantasy.
Alone.
very nice i loved it bt.....mi turn haha twisted lol love ya stuff tho mrgreen
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 2:17 pm
sitting here wonder dose she love me?Can she love me?Why would she? im six feet away from a gapping hole were the demons are calling me it seems the drama with her never ends. Ive been a fool and now im only five feet.she tells me one thing then shows another shes contradicting? Nw im only four feet. I arrgue i fuss and fight but no delight with all my might and weight and soul the distance traveled has its toll. and now im only three feet. I try and talk i turn to walk and away i cannot go. Im two feet away. We say what me must but with fight and with fuss love turns to that of lust ive bust and im one foot away.Id love to stay but they have my foot im in his hole covered in soot and all i wanted was your love but now i burn for it all my soul yearns for you im mad then sad then stressted but im home now at my best in hell is were i shall rest im in the hole forsaken and left. ZC
P.S. srry i havent wrote in a whie promise to have much on the way hope everyone enjoys this preveiw for now ive spurng ive fallen in feel summer was a bummer and winter was cold as heck lol no i already said hell anyway enjoy lol sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 4:58 am
here's mine.. ^_^
~~~~~~~
In my desire to Live,
I clothed myself in Love.
Life held me like a Flower,
taught me how to shed and open up.
For I'm a bud, and in every bud lies an Angel
And in every angel lies a Heart
And every heart Loves.
I am but borrowed from Heaven,
Shattered to Earth, veiled with flesh
Yet life dethroning death forever more.
For life is fleeting, brief and cruel,
Yet love is enduring, strong and pure.
I am loved by my Maker forever true,
He is my Love; to see His Face is Joy.
I may fall withered to death in His arms tonight
Yet tomorrow, our great banquet in heaven shall start.
~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:12 pm
BlueFheiry here's mine.. ^_^ ~~~~~~~
In my desire to Live,
I clothed myself in Love.
Life held me like a Flower,
taught me how to shed and open up.
For I'm a bud, and in every bud lies an Angel
And in every angel lies a Heart
And every heart Loves.
I am but borrowed from Heaven,
Shattered to Earth, veiled with flesh
Yet life dethroning death forever more.
For life is fleeting, brief and cruel,
Yet love is enduring, strong and pure.
I am loved by my Maker forever true,
He is my Love; to see His Face is Joy.
I may fall withered to death in His arms tonight
Yet tomorrow, our great banquet in heaven shall start.
~~~~~~~~ omg i love it lmao 3nodding it would b better if they were mi arms lol jkjkjk soooooooooooooo jkjk mrgreen
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:16 pm
hahaha.. nope.. its His arms.. ^_^
thanks.. haha
i had fun making my epitaph..
thanks, emz.. ^_^
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 11:05 am
I'm intrigued! But I'm not sure I completely understand....is it a poem about anyone? Anything? As long as it's related to the others...?
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 10:51 am
My epitaph would be short, yet full of meaning.
It is here, in my earthen bed, that I find that life was tender,
that death will be the next great adventure.
For in life, there was heartbreak, and death
But in death there can be only the journey, for I have already lost breath
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