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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 2:24 pm
Show off your creativity here guildies biggrin whether it be drawing, poetry, fanfiction, photographer etc.... WHATEVER IT MAY BE let it shine through.
I am a poet so here goes me emotion_awesome
Once.....
long ago,
you were so afraid to glow,
afraid to smile,
afraid to dance,
afraid to take a chance.
But you finally fought the brigade,
and put down the blade.
You stitched the scars,
and released the bars.
You became wary of your quarry.
Now.....
you amaze with your gaze,
stun for fun,
dance within a trance.
and play with your prey.
emotion_c8
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 2:55 pm
Excellent idea! Here is a short story I wrote when I was sixteen. I used to love writing. Any grammatical errors are still there because I have never proofread or edited it, and I can assure you that very seldom does it have any. =) Anyway, I have quite a large collection of poetry as well from my high school years, and I will share my poems sporadically. Unanswered She asked me why things had to be this way. I said that I didn't know. And I wasn't lying. No, I wasn't lying. I had wondered the same thing myself so many times before, and even with experience, sometimes one lacks the knowledge to help others that may fall into the exact same hole. She glanced down at the coffee in her lap, her fingers grasping it to recieve warmth from the blistering cold outside of which seeped into the café. She had an absent look on her face, as if she had given up searching for the answers that she had not been able to find. As if she no longer felt any emotion in the situation at hand. But she did. I was positive of that. I just did not really know how to help her anymore. The same question that escaped her lips at this particular point in time was the same question that she had asked me for many days now. I had run out of replies, and so the only answer I could ever find to give her anymore had been, "I really don't know." Her eyes danced around the room, taking in the walls, the furniture, and the ceiling, and then the mirror. She stopped and stared at herself for a moment. "I look terrible," she said, looking down at her lap once more. "I can't believe this is me. Can't believe this is who I am." "It can't be that bad," I replied. She looked at me in silence, her eyes filled with pain, and nodded ever so slightly. I could tell she wanted to say something, but maybe she could not gather the strength to do so. Maybe she did not want to. Instead, she dropped her head again, and did not mutter a word. Shortly after, she began to speak through sobs, her hands removing themselves from the coffee to veil her tear-ridden face. "It is." She looked at me yet again, this time, tears rolling down her flawless cheeks, and soaking her hair and clothes. "I would have given anything for him. I basically gave him everything-- my time, my money. I gave him my heart. Every piece of it. I gave him all of me. What had I done wrong? Was it not good enough?" For two years she had been devoted to him. To her, he was the air she breathed, the world upon which she stood, and even her life. He meant everything to her. She really would have given anything for him, and I believed her when she said she had given him everything. She practically would have given up her entire soul just to be with him, and, relatively speaking, it was as if she already had. The emptiness she held was obvious. You could see that a part of her was gone. "It will never be good enough. We could lend them the world, and they would take it and never give it back." I turned my head to stare out the window at the vehicles whizzing past. Yet overcome by another ten seconds of silence. I glanced back in her direction. "Your heart may still linger with him, but he does not own it. You may take it back at any time you please. The wounds that he left you won't heal over night. It will take time." "I don't have time." "You have plenty of time." Her eyes spanned the floor as if she had just begun to take in my words. As if she was pondering their meaning, making sense of it all. Then, as if she had finally understood and accepted my explanation, she glanced my way and slowly nodded, using her fingers to wipe away the rest of the moisture from her eyes. And with that, without another word, she grabbed her coffee as we stood and left the café.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 3:08 pm
Here's a poem I wrote!
The man in the moon came to visit me
whilst you were asleep
He came in from the window,
eyes sunk back in his skull,
circles underneath his eyes
I asked him if he had slept
because I strangely already knew who he was
But he asked in return, “why would I need sleep?
I rise with the pale light and I set with it
when the orange comes out to play
My eyes close when the shadow comes
straight across my face,
just like you
one day.”
His toes curled around the floorboards
as he drifted closer in his nightgown,
reaching out to rest his hand on your face
and all I could do was lie there and watch
as the color drifted out of your features,
your eyes sinking back into your head
and your face growing pale
until I couldn’t take it and I pulled on your arm,
looking up to whisper, “don’t go”
but you were already
half a world away
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:48 am
This was very sad in my opinion. losing someone to Death is very hard cry Hazy Mornings Here's a poem I wrote! The man in the moon came to visit me whilst you were asleep He came in from the window, eyes sunk back in his skull, circles underneath his eyes I asked him if he had slept because I strangely already knew who he was But he asked in return, “why would I need sleep? I rise with the pale light and I set with it when the orange comes out to play My eyes close when the shadow comes straight across my face, just like you one day.” His toes curled around the floorboards as he drifted closer in his nightgown, reaching out to rest his hand on your face and all I could do was lie there and watch as the color drifted out of your features, your eyes sinking back into your head and your face growing pale until I couldn’t take it and I pulled on your arm, looking up to whisper, “don’t go” but you were already half a world away
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:43 am
I was inspired by the book CRACK with this one. It is called Break. I wrote it at fifteen: Btw, the reason I put my last name is because I am not worried about anyone stealing my identity and "finding me out" or something, and I wrote the poem, so I credit it to myself. My bank accounts are horribly in the negative, and I can't get a loan to save my life, so if you are going to steal my identity, the least you can do is be nice and pay off everything and buy me a car. Thanks. =)  I don't have photobucket premium anymore, so I am so sorry for the resize. Btw, I did this with GIMP and used an image from google for the book. mrgreen
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 1:28 pm
When i read Romeo and Juliet a couple years back, I was fascinated in Mercutio. His character really struck me....A comical character, yet with such satire to show you he may not be acting as he reall.y is. So I wished to portray his unshown character in this. Reading all of these amazing poems of your guys's, makes me want to get back into poetry! ^_____^ Take Me Away A witty man, yet without hated truth,
hides behind the mask of his stories.
"O, I see that Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is a midwife among the fairies."
A man born to tell such tales
A man born to dream such dreams.
"And sometimes she comes with a tithe-pig's tail,
Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep."
"Deams are nothing but vain fantasies,"
[which are easily fooling-
Precious desires depicted in these treats!]
And when reality hits you, you're left weeping.
Weeping due to our addiction to such fiction.
This queen opens a whole new world.
She brings us from boring repetition.
In a way, she saves us from the melancholic dorm~ (dormire= to sleep in Italian)
And yet, why do I weep?
Such sorrow shouldn't bi in thy hearts.
And yet this is just another fateful treat!
She, Queen Mab, bringing our sweet to tart!
We shouldn't feel such sorrow,
And yet it is our 'star-crossed fate.'
And thus ends today, comes tomorrow...
That I repeat my endless dilema- finally awake.
"Any other day you ask of me,"
I would put on that fake smile...
But today, you brought it upon the self of thee,
to hear my ramblings of denial.
A drop of tears,
A fake laugh...
The end is near,
As well- my act! I know it's a bit nursury rhymish...sorry. :{
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 3:11 pm
I write philosophical things like this one:
Causes of Regret and the Depths of the Human Lake
Inspiration comes from nearly the same source everytime. The trigger, an event that questions certain things that you had once believed to be such established truths. Regret is present in these events but only in relation that there is no regret. What we do, the decisions we make mold us into the type of human being we are. To regret our past is to regret what we have become. It boils down to what importance you put in said events, realize that some people are exactly what they show. We would love to think that everyone has a deeper inner self that encompasses great morals and ethics. In this fairyland, upon looking at a person you first see the great blue water of a lake and, upon swimming deeper, find great treasures below the surface. What is the reality? When you swim deeper you find nothing but rocks and mud, spending all of your breath to get there you then die and slowly float back to the surface. Being revived is not an option after you've swam that deep. A word of advice? Bring a wet suit and an oxygen tank. Accept the possibility that you may only find rocks and mud, accept the fact that you have to surface at some point and when you do you may not want to swim back down.
Faith is an important thing to have in life but don't place that faith with people.
Regret is the matter at hand. People view the actions of others in different ways. Most take emotions into account, the unimportant side of situations that only proves to make something out of nothing and continues to make matters worse. Options are given to us and choosing the right one is typically easy. What makes these choices hard is when you base your choice on the emotions of those around you as well as your own emotional bias. Some things just are, sometimes a lake is just a lake. Regret happens when we swim to the bottom of that lake with no protection and are dissappointed in what we find. We regret ever swimming down there in the first place. Now, regret may happen like this, when we expect more of someone than what they actually were, but it mostly comes to pass with common decisions that realisticly mean nothing at all. We act on impulses that satisfy us in the moment. We understand that it is not a long term solution to our ailment, therefore we place little importance on these events. Those who only hear of the event and not the cause take it with more meaning and a higher level of urgency than is required. Thus causing feelings of regret for the one involved in the action due to the views of others towards them.
We live for other people and our regret stems from their views on our decisions. Our thoughts, or this writers' at least, after decision are "I should have done this because THEY will think of me this way..." or "I shouldn't have done this because THEY won't like it..." Even though I don't feel regret for the event, I feel regret because of other people. Lack of regret also causes regret. I regret that I don't feel regret when I've been lead to believe that I should.
Key in point, live in the moment with no regrets and for no one else. You are the only one who has to live with the decisions. Also, accept people at face value then be surprised when they flip the other side.
Any feedback would be cool too. : )
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 3:19 pm
Daemon Zarai This was very sad in my opinion. losing someone to Death is very hard cry Hazy Mornings Here's a poem I wrote! The man in the moon came to visit me whilst you were asleep He came in from the window, eyes sunk back in his skull, circles underneath his eyes I asked him if he had slept because I strangely already knew who he was But he asked in return, “why would I need sleep? I rise with the pale light and I set with it when the orange comes out to play My eyes close when the shadow comes straight across my face, just like you one day.” His toes curled around the floorboards as he drifted closer in his nightgown, reaching out to rest his hand on your face and all I could do was lie there and watch as the color drifted out of your features, your eyes sinking back into your head and your face growing pale until I couldn’t take it and I pulled on your arm, looking up to whisper, “don’t go” but you were already half a world away I think so, too. I've had two of my best friends die in about three years of each other. (One in '06 and one in '09) and they were both incredibly hard for me to deal with.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 3:27 pm
You guys stuff is awsome*drowls*
I feel guilty of something I didn't do.
No I didnt do it but I I feel guilty because of you.
The guilt is runing threw my veins driving me insane.
This guilt yes this guilt it is your guilt..
The guilt you chooes to ignore, how is it that I
Yes little old me can feel the guilt that has tainted my love?
When my love does not love me.
This is the guilt that isnt my own, this the guilt of sin.
The sin that it is not my own yes it is the guilt of him and his lust and not tht of my own .
Oh why does his guilt bother me, and not him?
My poems arew not to have ryme just express how I felt with all that i went threw with my ex-fiance. This one tells about how bad I felt when he cheated on his girl friend or me.. for the longest time after our break up he used me for sex and emotionally abused me more then what he did while we were together,
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 3:34 pm
ZRT Unit 1 I write philosophical things like this one:
Causes of Regret and the Depths of the Human Lake
Inspiration comes from nearly the same source everytime. The trigger, an event that questions certain things that you had once believed to be such established truths. Regret is present in these events but only in relation that there is no regret. What we do, the decisions we make mold us into the type of human being we are. To regret our past is to regret what we have become. It boils down to what importance you put in said events, realize that some people are exactly what they show. We would love to think that everyone has a deeper inner self that encompasses great morals and ethics. In this fairyland, upon looking at a person you first see the great blue water of a lake and, upon swimming deeper, find great treasures below the surface. What is the reality? When you swim deeper you find nothing but rocks and mud, spending all of your breath to get there you then die and slowly float back to the surface. Being revived is not an option after you've swam that deep. A word of advice? Bring a wet suit and an oxygen tank. Accept the possibility that you may only find rocks and mud, accept the fact that you have to surface at some point and when you do you may not want to swim back down.
Faith is an important thing to have in life but don't place that faith with people.
Regret is the matter at hand. People view the actions of others in different ways. Most take emotions into account, the unimportant side of situations that only proves to make something out of nothing and continues to make matters worse. Options are given to us and choosing the right one is typically easy. What makes these choices hard is when you base your choice on the emotions of those around you as well as your own emotional bias. Some things just are, sometimes a lake is just a lake. Regret happens when we swim to the bottom of that lake with no protection and are dissappointed in what we find. We regret ever swimming down there in the first place. Now, regret may happen like this, when we expect more of someone than what they actually were, but it mostly comes to pass with common decisions that realisticly mean nothing at all. We act on impulses that satisfy us in the moment. We understand that it is not a long term solution to our ailment, therefore we place little importance on these events. Those who only hear of the event and not the cause take it with more meaning and a higher level of urgency than is required. Thus causing feelings of regret for the one involved in the action due to the views of others towards them.
We live for other people and our regret stems from their views on our decisions. Our thoughts, or this writers' at least, after decision are "I should have done this because THEY will think of me this way..." or "I shouldn't have done this because THEY won't like it..." Even though I don't feel regret for the event, I feel regret because of other people. Lack of regret also causes regret. I regret that I don't feel regret when I've been lead to believe that I should.
Key in point, live in the moment with no regrets and for no one else. You are the only one who has to live with the decisions. Also, accept people at face value then be surprised when they flip the other side.
Any feedback would be cool too. : ) I like it. And what you said about regretting things on other peoples belief about what we did its so true I like your philosophy.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 3:40 pm
Izzy Says Rawr ZRT Unit 1 I write philosophical things like this one:
Causes of Regret and the Depths of the Human Lake
Inspiration comes from nearly the same source everytime. The trigger, an event that questions certain things that you had once believed to be such established truths. Regret is present in these events but only in relation that there is no regret. What we do, the decisions we make mold us into the type of human being we are. To regret our past is to regret what we have become. It boils down to what importance you put in said events, realize that some people are exactly what they show. We would love to think that everyone has a deeper inner self that encompasses great morals and ethics. In this fairyland, upon looking at a person you first see the great blue water of a lake and, upon swimming deeper, find great treasures below the surface. What is the reality? When you swim deeper you find nothing but rocks and mud, spending all of your breath to get there you then die and slowly float back to the surface. Being revived is not an option after you've swam that deep. A word of advice? Bring a wet suit and an oxygen tank. Accept the possibility that you may only find rocks and mud, accept the fact that you have to surface at some point and when you do you may not want to swim back down.
Faith is an important thing to have in life but don't place that faith with people.
Regret is the matter at hand. People view the actions of others in different ways. Most take emotions into account, the unimportant side of situations that only proves to make something out of nothing and continues to make matters worse. Options are given to us and choosing the right one is typically easy. What makes these choices hard is when you base your choice on the emotions of those around you as well as your own emotional bias. Some things just are, sometimes a lake is just a lake. Regret happens when we swim to the bottom of that lake with no protection and are dissappointed in what we find. We regret ever swimming down there in the first place. Now, regret may happen like this, when we expect more of someone than what they actually were, but it mostly comes to pass with common decisions that realisticly mean nothing at all. We act on impulses that satisfy us in the moment. We understand that it is not a long term solution to our ailment, therefore we place little importance on these events. Those who only hear of the event and not the cause take it with more meaning and a higher level of urgency than is required. Thus causing feelings of regret for the one involved in the action due to the views of others towards them.
We live for other people and our regret stems from their views on our decisions. Our thoughts, or this writers' at least, after decision are "I should have done this because THEY will think of me this way..." or "I shouldn't have done this because THEY won't like it..." Even though I don't feel regret for the event, I feel regret because of other people. Lack of regret also causes regret. I regret that I don't feel regret when I've been lead to believe that I should.
Key in point, live in the moment with no regrets and for no one else. You are the only one who has to live with the decisions. Also, accept people at face value then be surprised when they flip the other side.
Any feedback would be cool too. : ) I like it. And what you said about regretting things on other peoples belief about what we did its so true I like your philosophy.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 4:07 pm
23 Apr 2007
A Frozen Moment
It was a scene that you'd expect to find romantic,
The two of them cuddling in one another's arms.
Yet, it was the furthest thing from beautiful,
But I could not look away.
So I sat there for a while,
My eyes transfixed upon the couple, as well as my thoughts,
And for a split second, my imagination had begun to run wild.
A gentle carress of the cheek here,
A peck on the lips there.
It was an image that should have been touching.
But only cold, still eyes stared directly into thin air, almost lifeless.
In a moment such as this, one would expect to see some sort of emotion.
There was not a trace,
And even as the other smiled,
Their eyes hidden beneath a thin layer of hair,
I failed to see the sincerety that it quite possibly could have possessed.
Was I the only one who felt this way?
Deciding that I'd had enough, I rose to my feet,
And with one quick final glance at the statue,
I turned around and walked away.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:57 pm
I made this two years ago for a contest on this writing website. It didn't place but people still seemed to enjoy it. Hope ya'll do too. Memories Michael traced the girl's lips with his tongue before pressing his lips against hers. He could hardly control himself as he made his way to her neck. She could hardly control herself, either, though what she wanted was far different from what he wanted. He could feel her wiggling around as she striped off his shirt. "Such an eager one you are." he chuckled, causing his teeth to scrape against her skin. It was her moan of pain and pleasure that broke his control. "If it is pleasure you want, my dear, than you shall have it." In one smooth movement Michael popped his jaw and sank his fangs into the soft flesh of her neck. It didn't even take a minute for the blood to start flowing into his mouth, His moans mingled into hers as he fed, In a few short seconds her memories trickled into his head, and he closed his eyes as he let himself be swept away into another person's life. He watched her memories, enjoying the blood that came with it, but like all things the pleasure could not last. Her screams shattered everything. His memories, the ones that she had manage to steal, were slamming back into his head. The simple human life he had lived right up till his seventeenth birthday. Two twin boys walking home from the woods. Their hair as black as coal and their eyes a deep sky blue. One stopped and lit a candle as darkness fell. The boys running, terror on their faces as a snarling beast chased them. The candle was long lost, having fallen when the running began. The slower of the two cried out as he tripped, causing his glasses to fly off into the dark. "Michael!" The gates of a house loomed ahead, beckoning lights leading him to safety. "Michael, help!" All he wanted to do was run to safety for help, but how could he ignore his brother's cries for help? "MICHAEL!!" It was a musical voice, even when screaming in terror. For many years to come it would be that voice that would burn Michael’s ice- cold soul. The girl's lifeless body dropped to the ground by his boots. His body heaved in sobs but no tears would come. How could they? Vampires can not cry. "I didn't go back!" he whispered to the body, years of emotions spilling out, “There was nothing left of him. Just a lumpy mound of flesh and huge bloody paw prints." "Michael?" Michael grabbed his hair and yelled up into the sky, "Oh, God, please make that voice go away." Lighten flashed across the sky and a heavy rain began to fall. The night was darkening like his mood. "Michael, what have you become?" Michael gave a deranged laugh, "I have become your revenge, I am the guilt. It should of been me, I should of gone back." "No revenge, Michael. No guilt." Michael turned around his eyes going wide with fear and wonder. "Matthew?!"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:06 pm
I love how you mess with the presentation of the writing, I think it's a great effect. And I'm liking everything else in this thread too razz I don't write short things. Ever razz Nothing I could post in a forum thread at least. I'm very slowly working on a novel at the moment. You can find some of my writing here! SammehTron I was inspired by the book CRACK with this one. It is called Break. I wrote it at fifteen: Btw, the reason I put my last name is because I am not worried about anyone stealing my identity and "finding me out" or something, and I wrote the poem, so I credit it to myself. My bank accounts are horribly in the negative, and I can't get a loan to save my life, so if you are going to steal my identity, the least you can do is be nice and pay off everything and buy me a car. Thanks. =) [image] I don't have photobucket premium anymore, so I am so sorry for the resize. Btw, I did this with GIMP and used an image from google for the book. mrgreen
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:10 pm
Thanks so much! I love writing and think it should be done in a way that effectively represents one's feelings.
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