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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 12:14 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 10:39 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 11:21 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 10:37 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 4:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 5:31 pm
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Zero
Standing in line Waiting for the bus Suddenly I fall down And my blood starts to rush I knock my head on the post I hear screaming and sirens See orange and red light around.
When I wake up I feel the same way, I'm dizzy. I try to kick, scream, anything. I try to think about what happened that day. I try to remember - what did I say? What were the last words I said? To whom did I say them to? Because sitting here, in this hospital bed, My stomach makes noises and my eyes turn all red. The doctors come and they shake their heads.
What were the last words I said? Knowing now I could never say again. Never move, smile. Never laugh, or go have fun for awhile. Because here I am, paralyzed. Some drunk b*****d hit me with a knife. Straight up into my brain - No wonder why so much blood has drained.
What were the last words I said? I was talking about a new movie with my friend. Before my mom called and told me it was the end I had to go home now, my pet fish was dead. I didn't think a lot of it, just smiled and left Took my backpack and walked down the street I stopped at a sign, that said "Buy a Beat" "Every song you get helps the sick." "The paralyzed, homeless, and those down in a pit."
What were the last words I said? I was staring at the sign, all red Because I'd never once cared, never did Never thought about loved ones dead Never bothered to dream about days long forgotten.
What were the last words I said? My eyes drifting to the poster beside the message. It was a movie, just like the one I'd seen a few hours before. The poster said, "This movie isn't a bore." "Come and see it, it'll be a blast!" And I thought, "I don't give a d*mn."
What were the last words I said? The very last word I said Was when I whispered the movie to myself The four letters printed on that paper, In capital letters, in bold font. I whispered, "Zero."
My Comments: Meh, not my best. A bit long. Feedback?
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:05 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 7:40 pm
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Meh, I suck at poetry compared to others, but I do like ryming things.... Here's something I wrote for English.... A few years ago....
The Walking Dead
We are the walking dead, the thing you run from with a sense of dread. And as we come limping into your house, we wish you woudl cower like a mouse. We just want to eat you, you don't understand. We think of you all as good hamburger stands. We're still jsut like you, more dead than alive. We aren't independent, but part of a hive. But somtimes, you fight back. Striking out at out heads with a whack. Forcing as sadly back to our graves, To be hurrridly buried by strong man who shaves. But next time you lay restless, cowering in bed, I'ts us that you're fearing, the walking dead.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 4:15 pm
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 11:03 am
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I find it sad that I see no new writings being posted.
I've spent my time reading, but for someone like me, my words don't matter.
More writers would be fun and interesting to see and read what others imagine.
Reading one's work through their own words is fun in a sense that you're in their world and see what they see.
Although I have posted a few works of my own, my work only seems lonely at best and are need of new faces.
A tip for those who don't know what they should write, write from what you feel, what your see, what you can imagine, and what you can express.
It doesn't have to be perfect, but, it should be interesting to read.
It doesn't have to be witty, but, it should ring in the readers to read further more.
It doesn't have to be to be what your thinking or feeling, but, you can take us through your own character's experience.
My work talks about the interesting, yet not so interesting, tale of a character I had created, he's not like us, but, he looks like us and speak like us.
But, the one thing I'm tailing is that he's the last of his kind, the last of his kin, the last of his people.
And that is interesting to me, but, hopefully you might create a species of your own.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 6:41 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 4:48 pm
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