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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 5:19 pm
Hey you guys? Wanna share your poems stories or any other writing you have? Go ahead and do it here if you want too! ^-^ I'll post a poem I made a long time ago just to get things started I guess...
Mixed emotions locked inside.
Your heart locked up so no more pain sneaks in.
You want to love but you're afraid.
Just try.
I could hold you in my arms and try to make you feel safe.
I promise I won't hurt you.
So will you let me help you?
Or do you not trust me?
Just say the word and I'll be there for you.
Okay personally I'd say that I suck at poetry heh sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 7:31 pm
Awe you don't suck!
I think it's a great poem!
One of my professors once told me that good wrighters
always hate what they write.
...then maybe he was just telling me that to modivate me...
xp
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 3:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 1:36 pm
ok... here is one of my poems... you can probably find it other places though.... because its one of my fave's..
heart On The Other Side Of Love heart
heart On the other side of love,
There is a meadow,
Full of daisies and daffodills,
Birds and bees,
Swings and slides,
heart On the other side of love,
There is nothing to block the sunshine,
Not Hatred, but harmony,
Not insanity, but independance,
Not jealousy, but joyfullness,
heart On the other side of love,
There is a path with a fork in the road,
On one side there is violence and vituperation*,
But on the other....
On the other there is respect and romance.
*Vituperation::Sustained, harshly abusive language...
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:33 am
I think that all authors hate their work. You are not alone. Yes. I write both stories and poetry, but you won't get me to post my stories on here for anything less than a million dollars and a promise of anonymity. (Is that spelled right? Where's spell-check when you need it?!)
Defiance
They tell me to just give up,
and they like to think I listen.
They tell me I’m no good,
and they like to think I care.
They tell me to go away,
and I like to think I want to.
They tell me I’m not needed,
and I like to think they’re wrong.
They tell me hope’s forgotten,
and the world likes to think that’s true.
They tell me dreams are foolish,
and the world likes to think they’re right.
I don’t tell them that I’m free,
and they like to think they hold me.
I don’t tell them I’m not their captive,
and they like to think they’ve broken me.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 2:04 pm
I love them! They're beautiful and really deep! ^_^
You guys are way better than I could ever be XD
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:02 pm
~.A random angsty poem.~
Cry your heart out.
Shrouded in darkness.
You're not there for the team.
So cut away that pain.
If you can't take it,
Is that my problem?
Sorrow and sadness, painful black tears.
The hardships of life:
tell the person you've become.
But you can't live like this.
You have to change.
You want to change.
So I ask you:
Why not?
Time to be happy.
The key to it: Believe.
It's easy.
Just smile and say:
I can do this.
~~
I don't like it. crying nyeh.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 9:10 pm
crying heart crying heart Wow. All of those are SOOOOO good!
I apologize in advance. My poetry is never happy or cheerful.
The Eagle
Alone
She flies through
the night.
Inescapable loneliness
haunts her mind.
Not sure
when time started,
she remembers
the moment it
stopped.
The explosion
of pain as
soulmate
falls
to the ground.
Alone now.
Her spirit torn
her dreams
shattered
she flies.
The morning light
will shine.
But not
in her world.
Darkness.
Despair
overcomes her.
she cries out
as she plunges
into the
sea.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 12:12 pm
*claps* You guys take the cake!
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:23 pm
I love poetry. It's one of my favorite things to do and I myself think I'm pretty good at it. If you'd like to read any of my poetry. I post it periodically in my journal, if you're at all interested.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 6:38 pm
Inevitable. That explains my life up to this point- inevitable and pointless. Learning how to play guitar marked as pointless. Getting the job marked as inevitable. My mom getting sick marked as ridiculous. That’s what got me here, in this mess. What’s my point for this rant? It’s pointless; I’m standing here, scared out of my mind.
I showed myself as weak and stupid- I got into an augment with the door. I couldn’t open it with the two trash bags in my hands, and I stubbed my toe in the process of kicking said door. I hope they learn not to send a girl out by herself at midnight. Came to my mind; staring at the druggy as he pulled out his shank and pointed it at me.
The scream rose in my throat wouldn’t come, leaving me standing there in hardcore fear as he came to my rescue. I have no idea what he was doing, hanging around out here, or if he even knew whom in the world was standing there, like a total moron, doing nothing.
Her look in the single light told him the story as he hid in the shadows. She wasn’t looking at him, but at someone else as he lunged, worried for her as he fell onto the druggie, not realizing he had a knife on him as her scream pierced the cool night’s air.
A hot pain sheered through his left side as his breath quickly left him. White hot pain blurred his vision as he remembered the past year and a half he had watched out for the girl, from the rapist, to making sure she never went alone anywhere. He was attracted to her for some reason, and it was and wasn’t sexual. He just wanted to protect her, and here he was, getting hurt, doing so. He knew if he hadn’t proven the rapist guilty, neither of them would be there that night, alive.
“Go get help,” he yelled, rolling over, not caring as he pounded on the stoner, not wanting nothing did to her before he passed out from pain, his world spinning as feet pounded of the asphalt and the smell of garbage rank.
So...?
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