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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 12:24 am
Yes, this is for all you people who have been blessed with the talent of writing.
Like me! (Don't worry, I make up for it with my lack of artistic talent, stick men are a challenge)
Anyways, back to the point.
Here you can post all your writing. Songs, peoms etc.
I'd avoid short stories because of the page stretching, however if the Mods give it the go ahead, then go hard!
Whee!~
Anyways, I'll post something to start it all off with, Kay?!
Through the darkness I stalk
Watching you cry tears of blood
For my lost love, I wait
Never to breathe you again
I move through this dream
Vengeance is blood,
Fuel for the hatred
For you I walk this road
Weary of dark nights
I stalk through dark days
Into hells bed, through heaven’s gates
All to find what lost things must never be found
Graced with Everdark
Bathed in Shadowflame
I walk, I stride
Through shadow and strife
I am darkness incarnate
From blood I was born
The black rose awaits you
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 12:33 pm
God, I want to post in this. I want to post so much I am making a post about how much I want to post in this. Unfortunately, I can't. One, because none of the s*** that comes out of my writing anymore is PG-13, and two, because everything is too long. So for now, I am going to lurk, and I am going to see what becomes of this thread. I'm sure eventually all of you will be privy to my occasionally ((and in my opinion, that occasion is rare, but my roomates seem to think otherwise)) brilliant prose.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 3:32 pm
thisisyou God, I want to post in this. I want to post so much I am making a post about how much I want to post in this. Unfortunately, I can't. One, because none of the s*** that comes out of my writing anymore is PG-13, and two, because everything is too long. So for now, I am going to lurk, and I am going to see what becomes of this thread. I'm sure eventually all of you will be privy to my occasionally ((and in my opinion, that occasion is rare, but my roomates seem to think otherwise)) brilliant prose.
[ The thing I read didn't seem rated R, so you might be able to post it here.]
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:30 pm
.husbife thisisyou God, I want to post in this. I want to post so much I am making a post about how much I want to post in this. Unfortunately, I can't. One, because none of the s*** that comes out of my writing anymore is PG-13, and two, because everything is too long. So for now, I am going to lurk, and I am going to see what becomes of this thread. I'm sure eventually all of you will be privy to my occasionally ((and in my opinion, that occasion is rare, but my roomates seem to think otherwise)) brilliant prose.
[ The thing I read didn't seem rated R, so you might be able to post it here.]
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:31 pm
Warning. The following contains word use and adult situations that may be construed as offensive. Also, the title is a song by Placebo that inspired this. If you enjoy the writing, you may also enjoy the song. If you do, IM me. I'd be happy to share.
Commercial for Levi
You tell me I can’t keep doing this.
Streetlights blur neon lines out the corner of my vision, rendered smoky through the filter of a cigarette between my fingers. Your arms around me are the only constant, I might still be high, I don’t know. I’m hardly awake anyways. I can’t remember the last time I slept. If you asked me my name, right now, right here, I’d have to think about it. But you already know this.
You tell me you’ve been there.
Yeah, I remember, when we first met.
1994. A party, who’s, I can’t remember. Fancy dress. Costumes. Glitter and glam and beautiful people and a striking numbness that then I didn’t understand. You were beautiful and ******** up, high on whatever they were giving out, and you loved me. For that one night you loved me more than anyone else and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Of course, now you’re clean, now you can tell me how far I’ve fallen.
You were there.
You are here.
I am not.
I am there.
We didn’t sleep that night. We staggered back to your apartment, You’re three years older than me, back then you had your own place. The sun was rising and drunkenly, you asked me to look at it. I didn’t know if I was looking at anything at all.
I’ve just gone downhill from there.
In the middle of my reverie, you remind me not to die.
Jump to that night.
Another night, another show, another after party. Everyone wants a piece of me, and I’m drunk enough and high enough to let it happen. Boys, girls, anything in between it doesn’t matter anymore, I’ll take it. I’ll take them. You sit back, you stand in the back of the room with your Cherry Wine and watch. Three glasses, and you’re out on the bus, an early night, someone has to make sure we get home safe.
Late that night, early the next morning, you take me into your arms, awake but not coherent, I have no idea where my clothes have run off to, but you dress me and you put me on the couch.
You beg me again, not to die.
Jump to afternoon.
I haven’t slept in days. I’m laying back in your arms, staring dazedly out the window, another cigarette between my fingers, alcohol in the other hand. I’m in a fight almost as soon as we get off the bus, some kids calling me a f*****t. I play that night’s show with bruises on my arms, drunk and just a bit high.
Another little part of me, killed off in the name of self destruction and a good time.
I laugh through the after party, killing myself just a little bit more, kiss you goodnight at two in the morning. I’m still wide awake, the debauchery of the party has gotten to my head, everything’s funny. You try to drag me with you, and I shrug you away, I don’t want to sleep just yet. So you pick me up and you carry me to the bus, and inebriate me with sleeping pills that may or may not mix well with what I’ve already taken. You know by this point I’ll swallow anything you put in my mouth.
Go ahead, take that the wrong way, it’d just be true.
I understand now the numbess with which I first met you. I touch the bruises from the afternoon, shapes of hands that hated me for those ten minutes and I don’t feel a thing. I take all the drugs that feel good and all the drinks and all the sex and nothing feels like it used to. Nothing feels like anything. Staring out the window at the cities going by I hardly see anything, your hands are warm and my brain knows this, it should know this, but I don’t. I understand.
I know you now better than I did.
I know where you used to be.
And ten minutes out of the party, I’m dropping off, nodding my head to the purr of the bus engines, your hands in my hair, sending me off to the first sleep I’ve had in days, to the first dream not be a drug induced hallucination.
That dream is your lullaby to me, the words with which you drag me away every night from my suicidal fun and games.
Don’t die, don’t die. Please don’t die.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:09 pm
I enjoy reading people's writing, expecially people who write better than me. It inspires me to be greater..
That's also how I learned to role-play at my level. (Which increases.. just when I feel like it though Sefer's big post record: 9 paragraphs)
Hmm, since I don't have any poems on my computer other than that one..
A song will have to do.
People say that this is my best. I was wondering if any of you agree? I personally think that everything I write sucks, so never ask me about my own writing.
This was inspired by sadness towards something.
Forsaken Lullaby
I just want you to know
All the things I've said all the things I've done, they're all for you
I've denied the truth so long.
Don’t know if I'll ever gain back my
Sanity, gain back the things I
Just can't name
I remember all those fights
The tears of blood painted on my soul
Can't you see what you've done to me?
My Forsaken Lullaby
I'm lost in your burning hate
Why have you forsaken your blood?
Left me to fend for myself
When you should be there...Guiding me
Forsaking life for a better cause,
Breaking thought, the guilty fears
Can’t you see what you're doing to me?
My Forsaken Lullaby...
My Lullaby...
Forsaken Lullaby...
My forsaken Lullaby!
Over and over again,
I reach out to you, only to be forced
Back against the wall, your hate brings
My demons again
I wish you’d see things, my way
How much you’ve hurt me
Breaking my heart in two
Just because you need to
Can’t you see what you’re doing to me? [x4]
My forsaken Lullaby
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:04 pm
"Aces"
A tribute to Iron Maiden's Aces High
Written by Shade Everdark
Here they come!
Yes it is them!
Here come the aces of the sky!
Here they come!
The aces flying high!
There is the air horn
sounding the alert
here come the aces
the aces shooting their flak
everyone take cover!
scramble the jets!
the war has begun!
the aces attack!
Run to fight; fight to live; live to fly!
Run to fight; fight to live; live to fly!
Run to fight; fight to live; live to fly!
Do or die!
(If you fall you'll be remembered)
Watch out! there they are!
shooting their guns!
shooting their flak!
Everyone take cover!
the war has begun!
Here come the aces!
the aces of the sky!
can we beat them?
we don't know!
to win is our only salvation!
we fight! we stand! we stand strong!
fight the aces!
twisting and turning, diving and climbing
we fight!
we fight the aces!
the aces of the sky!
The battles on!
The jets are up!
twisting and turning, diving and climbing we fight!
we fight the aces!
the aces of the sky!
[music slows]
It's over now
the battle's done
we fought the aces
we survived the fight
A battle won
a war to fight
it all started...
With the aces!
the aces of the sky!
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:06 pm
Chaos United
By Seferius Slyferin
and
Shade Everdark
Believe in what you seek,
Find it, feel it, free it
Free the beast that lies within
Speak the words of hate, let me free
Chaos has come, United Nations
Falling, falling under my iron
Fisted fury black clouds loom
Ahead
I am the lord of hell, your play thing
From time to time, salve to vile wish
Your blood reunion, I am Chaos United
Burning hatred, fight, fleeing, bleeding
All in the name of blasphemes rights
Your false king, lord of nothing and anything
Chaos has come, United Nations
Falling, falling under my iron
Fisted fury black clouds loom
Ahead
I am the lord of hell, your play thing
From time to time, salve to vile wish
Your blood reunion, I am Chaos United
Vengeance born, fear eaten, beaten…
Mistreated murderer, compensation from afar,
Eve tides hatred anew, let chaos come forth, burying you
Make god ours, love mine and hate yours. Chaos United
Chaos has come, United Nations
Falling, falling under my iron
Fisted fury black clouds loom
Ahead
I am the lord of hell, your play thing
From time to time, salve to vile wish
Your blood reunion, I am Chaos United
I am... Chaos…
Chaos United
Chaos!
Chaos United!
I AM CHAOS UNITED!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 4:10 pm
Written for my girlfriend..
If anyone cares, her gaia name is beanbag666.
Either way..
Here it is.
Our love is full (complete)
Desire burns deep
A bond far greater than flesh
It’s true form to great for mortal eyes
This bond is love
The greatest enigma
The truest emotion
It flows through my veins
Replacing my blood with it immortal strength
Every time I see you, the bond grows
I hope it’s the same for you
For if this love were to be lost
I’m sure my life may fade with it
This love, immortal in every way
Warming my heart and makes my aim true
The path is luminated
Let’s walk down the road hand in hand.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 7:35 pm
A piece of the novel I'm working on when I have inspiration. Its narrated by a guy in a mental institution.
Fat Lady’s taking me back to my holding cell now and I briefly wonder what she did in a past life to end up with this s**t job, and I wonder who she is that she would stick with this job. Maybe she’s just too scary looking to work anyplace but here or the DMV, and no one wants to work at the DMV. Not even me, and that’s saying something considering I once worked in a fast food restaurant. Oh that was a glorious time indeed. I will never set foot in that place again for fear of the deep fat fryer and the deep fried rat I found in there once. It didn’t taste good. Not even for the fifty bucks Matt gave me to eat it. Matt was funny. Now he’s dead. That one wasn’t me. Some ******** in a pickup truck ran him down. People said he was dead by the time he got to the hospital. Everyone around me seems to die, huh? Lovely. Makes for a real pleasant life. I think the fat lady likes fast food. She smells like cow intestines and grease and a little bit like pizza. Pizza’s nasty. But at least I know that didn’t have bugs and rats in the deep fat fryer because pizza isn’t deep fried. Eww. Deep fried pizza. Heheh. Deep fried pizza on a stick. Sounds like something they would sell at the State Fair.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 6:31 pm
We had to write a five sentence story in English class today. Its the same two characters as my "Commercial for Levi" I posted earlier. It made me giggle, so I thought I'd share.
“So I thought I might take over the world sometime this week,” Levi grinned, putting the empty shotglass down on the table.
“You thought you’d what??” Christian laughed, refilling both glasses.
“Take over the world, you know, harness some zombies or a giant robot or the god of Death or something, it’d be great!”
“Zombies, Levi?”
“Best way to take over the world,” Levi grinned, plotting.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 10:49 pm
Writing is the best, I'm not going to have time for it soon though, with job interviews etc. Bleck, working sucks, but money is money and money let's me keep internet so!
Anyways, I'll post part of the book I'm working on now (copy 389 or something>.> I've restarted the book so many times I've lost count)
In order to make it easier to read, I bold and italic-ed it like I would a rp post here.
Have fun reading it and if you do find a gramatical error I've missed do tell me.
Prologue
Anreal D’reathe sat with his back to a wall. The large hearth sitting at the south end and a few torches that would flicker with light, really doing nothing to illuminate the dark tavern. When is he going to arrive? I don’t have all day. Anreal thought to himself as he started to rap his fingers on the old hardwood table sitting in front of him; his drink had long since ran out of the liquid inside. The snow had long since pilled up far to high for anyone to leave the taproom, but the guest Anreal was waiting for didn’t need a door, wizards were tricky folk who could pop out of no where and light your bottom on fire.
It wasn’t a comforting thought as Anreal saw a blink of light; it was just a small flicker. Then suddenly a small lithe man stood before him, “Eld’ack”, Anreal said distastefully, “what took you so long?”
“Oh the usual, demons, fiery pits of hell. Promises of eternal torture, nothing new really”, the way Eld’ack said those words sent a shiver down Anreal’s spine. He was so calm even know these things, that could easily tear him in two wanted him dead.
“So what did you find out”, Anreal asked hopefully, for all his impatience the man was actually waiting on some very important information. It would decide the fate of not only Snowcrest, but the rest of Tal’fea.
The little mage let out a chuckle, “you know I wont tell you anything without my payment first”, his deathly pallor and tightly stretched skin making him look like a living skeleton more than the secret race that he actually was. “I don’t work for free you know, I risked my neck for you”
“You risked your neck!” Anreal exclaimed, he knew Eld’ack was joking, the little wizard was in no danger at all when he conjured up the demons from the foul abyss, “if you risked your neck then I’m the new god of foolhardy business deals”, with that the pair shared a small chuckle then Eld’ack went serious again, his small form berated the power within him.
“I need the gold for my supplies, summoning isn’t cheap”, he said in sober tones, it wasn’t easy for the little wizard to take money from his dear friend but such things couldn’t be avoided, plus it had been ages since he found himself in the arms of a woman who simply wanted his gold coins. Ah yes, the joys of female company, even the greatest mages in the world need love, Eld’ack thought to himself as his friend was digging through a small rucksack set on the floor beside him.
“Fine here you go, one hundred gold coins as planned”, Anreal said as he handed the Valheru the coin purse, it’s weight fairly substantial. The little wizard looked over it for a moment before dropping it in one of the endless pockets in his crimson black robe.
“Thank you, now to get on with what you wanted to know”, Eld’ack said as he mulled over the next words he would say; when he started again, his voice was a hushed whisper, “after one thousand years of imprisonment, the bondage that your farther has set around the beast has been broken”
“What do you mean?” Anreal asked, his tone desperate.
“I mean Anreal, he’s free again…”
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