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 Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 8:29 pm
^_^ Glad to be helpful! And I agree with the emotional aspect of your writing style. Many people see writing as something of a task, but it's good to see someone treating it as the art taht it truely is! Keep up the good work! Maybe I should try a bit of writing now... mrgreen
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 8:37 pm
Writing is what I do- I'm not sure it could be a "task" if it tried to. It what I love, and I love what it it. So the emotion works pretty well for me, I guess. As for the writing; go for it- itchy fingers are a sure sign of something good wanting to be written! Just remember that your writing shouldn't be obeying you- you should be obeying it!
Then you go back in editing and polish what the writing gives you into what you want. Things tend to work out best that way. mrgreen
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 10:48 pm
Thanks for the advice! I'll see what I can come up with. ^_^
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 4:06 pm
Best of luck!! May the words be with you!!! mrgreen
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:42 am
Ok, so for those of you who are intrigued by the "help wanted", I wrote out a full explanation. . . . .and put it in the first post of the thread. So please go check it out- I don't feel like rewriting it. Thanks!!
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:49 am
Yeah. I don't know. Really.Yui In a moment Silent Heavy--weighted-- A word can hang Forever: A drop of dew Suspended-- About to drop But not yet dripping From a bent-down Stalk of grass A hovering flake of snow on The tip of your nose Just-- maybe half-- An instant from Melting And then the word falls To shatter like glass; To dissolve like wavering Ice sheets in the Sun- Warping--wavered-- In the heat So then noise Will pour in; As sun through a window Devouring shadow And fills it in
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 9:28 am
Wow. I haven't posted here in forever!! Sorry all!! But then, neither has anyone else. . . .. But oh well. Maybe someone will feel the inspiration to comment now that I've got all this new stuff coming out- one post at a time naturally.
I'll start with this one! I wrote it on summer vacation. It was inspired, if I recall correctly, by getting goosebumps and then the resulting string of meandering poetically inclined thoughts. So, enjoy!! May it give you shivers all your own!! (just kidding- mostly)Yui A drip-drop Of shivers Climb down my spine As pin-pricking Needles Mottle arms With upstanding hair- Whisper-fine The cold Slithers in -- Icy tendrils Or tentacles That brush on Chilled skin Leaving marks Unseen And cling to me Like briars On passing-by sleeves Tickling and prickling My psyche And drop-dripping Splinters creep back Up my neck- - Claws clutching At soft wisps on The base of my head Arrange themselves Like a shivering Necklace In crystalline array Twisted About me So walk I on With ever care For the chills I wear with such Glee— With effortless effigency And sharp-fine Frost motes Lit on pale moon light Dance on winds Drip-drop-drip Into diamond collars- Laced fair intricate wrought Like trailing twisting slender Iron frame work Thin as thinnest Threads of spider’s weft and warp This shimmering veil Of winter’s breath I carry about me (hovers about me, unbidden, unasked) As splintered glass on skin, sprinkled in air; Threaded ‘bout neck Goes Unseen by aught And known to Only one To someone hardly not of ice and whirling winds- To only me
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 9:49 am
A nice little piece of seasonal poetry. Autumn is, just so you all know, my favorite season. Though this may make it quite apparent. Yui A mottling of leaves In burt-red rust And wet-earth brown Spinning across My sight in whirling Cyclones of crisp Autumn Air I drift on past- A meandering stroll The leaves fallen and falling Pattern the black behind My eyes
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 3:30 pm
Yui of Morgance No one's been reviewing lately and that makes me sad. Nothing much has been happening, so here's something I wrote after going to the beach at night and running in through sea foam in the cold. It's something I'll never forget as long as I live.Yui Out, AwaySkittering fingers
Of whisper-white waves
Crawl up wavering white-sand
And wind-worthy
Seabirds
Soar on cresting
Wavetops
Out on the forlorn sea
Silken strands of moonlight
On velvet banks of mist
Pick out an intricate embroidery
Below the black, black midnight
Hanging over me
Ice, ice, ice,
Is splintering my feet
The pin-pricking pointed needles
Up-stabbing into me
I want for cold, cold
Moonshine
To be drunk on
Salt-sprayed dreams:
My mind is racing
Unrestfully
Across the ocean’s deeps
B’neath starry ecstasy
Out and out
And out and out
Until I’m so gone
I can’t return
I want the Cheshire Smile
To take me
To the chilled reasoning
Away beyond insane,
So cruel in it’s false purity
It’s nature is
Obscene
To let that ice
Invade me
Overtake all sense and
Sound;
Obscure any yearning
For things beyond
The Now
I run and run
And run into
The blistering cold
And can’t feel
Myself not feeling
The agony threaded
Through my soul
Slowly I’m
Unlearning
My entire life
Again
Spewing all my dreams
So dark
And fears as bright
As day
Onto the twilit sand-scape
That all the weight of knowing
Will be lifted up
Off me
I’ll race into
The spinning night
So full of lost and losing
I’ll run and cartwheel
And fly so free
Moving forever on
And never ever
Turn back again
To my sane, old
Yesterdays Wait wait. Beach at night? When was this, then? ;D Ah yes, let me guess. Early February, near..the 8? Damn good times. I write*some* poetry too, but..Meh. Too emoistic. Stereotypical as I am. I love your poetry, you know. And yes Avatar DID suck.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 4:16 pm
Hehe. and what if it was, hm? Haha! lol. Oh . . . .you like it? Yay! Thank you! ***hug-glomp-squeeze-thing*** I'd like to see some of yours, even if you think it's emo. You've only read, what? Three pages of mine now? XD Hee. Anywho, thank you for reviewing. Sorry I took so long to get back to you . . . . I keep forgetting to check here since no one ever comments on it. Depressing. . . . . feh. Oh! And! Which is your favorite? This one? Small Plushie Yui of Morgance No one's been reviewing lately and that makes me sad. Nothing much has been happening, so here's something I wrote after going to the beach at night and running in through sea foam in the cold. It's something I'll never forget as long as I live.Yui Out, AwaySkittering fingers
Of whisper-white waves
Crawl up wavering white-sand
And wind-worthy
Seabirds
Soar on cresting
Wavetops
Out on the forlorn sea
Silken strands of moonlight
On velvet banks of mist
Pick out an intricate embroidery
Below the black, black midnight
Hanging over me
Ice, ice, ice,
Is splintering my feet
The pin-pricking pointed needles
Up-stabbing into me
I want for cold, cold
Moonshine
To be drunk on
Salt-sprayed dreams:
My mind is racing
Unrestfully
Across the ocean’s deeps
B’neath starry ecstasy
Out and out
And out and out
Until I’m so gone
I can’t return
I want the Cheshire Smile
To take me
To the chilled reasoning
Away beyond insane,
So cruel in it’s false purity
It’s nature is
Obscene
To let that ice
Invade me
Overtake all sense and
Sound;
Obscure any yearning
For things beyond
The Now
I run and run
And run into
The blistering cold
And can’t feel
Myself not feeling
The agony threaded
Through my soul
Slowly I’m
Unlearning
My entire life
Again
Spewing all my dreams
So dark
And fears as bright
As day
Onto the twilit sand-scape
That all the weight of knowing
Will be lifted up
Off me
I’ll race into
The spinning night
So full of lost and losing
I’ll run and cartwheel
And fly so free
Moving forever on
And never ever
Turn back again
To my sane, old
Yesterdays Wait wait. Beach at night? When was this, then? ;D Ah yes, let me guess. Early February, near..the 8? Damn good times. I write*some* poetry too, but..Meh. Too emoistic. Stereotypical as I am. I love your poetry, you know. And yes Avatar DID suck.
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