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Post by wanderer on Mar 17, 2010 22:31:21 GMT
To explain clearly and concisely what is going on in my life:
Fifteen. 15/03/09.
Let’s jump a bit harder, We’ll break through the floor, We might even fall, Down a rabbit hole.
Because anything’s better, Than my stuck affair, Skipping record, Stagnant air.
Hung on impossibles, I now know why it’s done, Thoughts of exceptions, ‘the individual one’.
I already knew, I couldn’t look at you, I’d get hung-up too, That’s not what I wanna do.
You broke my tea-cup, You broke my heart, You’re just a child, But I’m falling apart.
Thank you for listening, over-and-out, Minty...
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Post by wakefromthysleep on Mar 17, 2010 23:10:00 GMT
lovely rhyme in the last stanza.
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Post by wanderer on Mar 17, 2010 23:15:56 GMT
lovely rhyme in the last stanza. Which is scarily the most truthful :/ The whole poem doesn't do it's subject justice though, I totally struggled to explain everything I was feeling.
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Post by wanderer on Apr 12, 2010 21:43:58 GMT
Aaand as I seem to be the one who shares the most writings arond here, from a story I'm writing to be a book for my friends (about a boy who does a ritual/incantation that allows him to return to earth after death)
THE INCANTATION:
Within the circle, If injustice been done, With knife or tongue, Call mother moon and father sun, In earth, water, air and fire, In wood, bronze, iron and stone.
Reignite and illuminate, In blood and bone, The seas, the mountains, the woods and the winds, The unicorn, the eagle, the lion and dragon, With oak, ash, rowan and thorn, In a three-fold circle drawn.
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Post by Rhiflect on Apr 12, 2010 22:12:08 GMT
I really love that first stanza! It sounds exactly like an incantation I need to get back into the pattern of writing!
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Post by wakefromthysleep on Apr 18, 2010 23:41:09 GMT
I read it shortly after you posted it but somehow I didn't comment and so I'm doing it now.
I really like what you've written there. I have a thing for incantations and all that witch stuff. Oh how I love the witches in Macbeth! Especially I like the last verse as it just sounds like a perfect last verse.. I can't describe it well it kind of completes the picture of what is written before. It shows the result in the end; a three-fold circle.
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nyokiee
Apparition
to many words, none going down
Posts: 12
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Post by nyokiee on Apr 28, 2010 10:50:59 GMT
i just want to share one of my work, umm.. feel free to comment on it ------- I don’t know. And, As I said, it doesn’t matter… Doesn’t matter if I were here all alone, It doesn’t matter even if you are with her, I just call to know that you are sound and safe. Doesn’t matter if I have to wait, staring longingly at the front door Doesn’t matter that the dinner had gone cold, and you said you are held at work It doesn’t matter even if you are smelled like her, and work called asking why you wasn’t there today Doesn’t matter that you never held me like you used too, I’m not cold and shivering, I am not. Doesn’t matter that we never talked, I afraid that I can’t, talk to you that’s it. It doesn’t matter that you act like I’m not around, as long as you are around. It doesn’t matter that I only hold your shirt at night at our bed as you held her at hers. It doesn’t matter that I cried every time you went to hers, the tears dried the time you came back. Doesn’t matter that they said he doesn’t love me anymore, and I shouldn’t too. It doesn’t matter how loud they whisper, doesn’t matter how foolish I looked like. It doesn’t matter how often you stray, it doesn’t matter how far you go or how long I just want to be right there, when you are back, -at me- at our home, like you always do. As I said I don’t know, and I don’t want to know… It doesn’t matter, As long as, I don’t ask, you will never tell.
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Post by wanderer on Apr 28, 2010 11:43:41 GMT
^ Wow, that's powerful. I like how it starts off kind of superficial and ends up really honest. Welcome to Wolfboard, by the way!
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Post by Rhiflect on Apr 30, 2010 20:11:21 GMT
That's gorgeous! I love the whole thing, seriously.
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nyokiee
Apparition
to many words, none going down
Posts: 12
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Post by nyokiee on May 1, 2010 20:30:34 GMT
Thank yooou, hehe i'am happy you like it.. i always troubled with english struck. n gramm. so i kinda hesitant to publish my work. feel free to correct my error.. by the way.. i love almost all the work i read here (haven't read them all -grin- i limit my self one/day) and read them aloud to my friends and talk about the meaning behind their word.. you all really made my day
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Post by allison on May 5, 2010 3:47:18 GMT
so i have to do these like free write things, and sometimes i can work the words into poem-like things. they have bits and pieces from everywhere because my mind just wanders, so this one has a song.
So much of this is hidden just hinted at - secrets and shit and stories. I have more, I am more, than anyone you know. I am mad and I am clinging and I am striking and, god- I don't even have to try my brain revolts against reality and I revolt against my’ But I never accept. I am annoying and I am gone: I passed through before I knew you.
they are emo because i do the freewrite when i'm emo
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Post by Rhiflect on May 9, 2010 11:54:40 GMT
That's pretty damn cool. It sounds good and rhythmical without acknowledging it. If that makes sense..
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Post by Jazzy Jeff on May 15, 2010 23:17:01 GMT
THERE'S A WRITING THREAD?! I don't pay enough attention to Wolfboard lately and I'm REALLY SORRY Please accept my forgiveness and my pop songs which are entirely open for criticism
I'd like to share with you what I think is possibly the most honest thing I've ever written, I found it kind of hard to sing in front of my band for the first time because usually when I write I can detatch myself...but seeing as I can't find the balls to show this to anyone in real life I'd really like it if someone could tell me their thoughts. Here goes-it's called 'Antidote'.
Oh, teacher, yesterday I smashed another radio I unplugged my television, and got rid of every phone Because I just can't cope with the idea that I'm never alone
My songs are all but useless, when I'm just singing to a room I've got two motives, neither working, just to come around too soon Because I just can't get used to the idea that I'm never alone
I need someone to stop me wearing black, need someone to tell me not to think like that I need some sort of restriction on the things I have access to Otherwise I'm just as much a danger to myself as I am a comfort to you
Something's got to start me sleeping again Something's got to stop me talking Something's got to start me sleeping again Something's got to stop me finding faults in my own skin
I'd love to think I am- a lovechild antidote Conceived through the pavements and grey days in a seaside town Or maybe, perhaps I'm just another exile with my fingers broken With a want to cut of the oxygen engine to shut myself down
Have you noticed, I'm not right, right now? I keep my mind back in that city but there my head's below the ground
If you could see us through a filter, would you take note of every flaw? In every hostel sleeps a statue, but in my statue shuts a door You blink and giant minds collide to learn you lessons from your worn out hands.
Find a lover, jump a rooftop, be outspoken, be obsessed Give two fucks about not giving one and cause some interest You'd be the darling of the daily but you'd find no solace there I promise you. ----------------------------------------
There's another verse but I can't remember it, and I think it's kind of bad anyway so I'll rewrite it and tell you when it happens. All feedback highly appreciated, darlings
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nyokiee
Apparition
to many words, none going down
Posts: 12
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Post by nyokiee on May 16, 2010 12:39:35 GMT
Find a lover, jump a rooftop, be outspoken, be obsessed Give two fucks about not giving one and cause some interest You'd be the darling of the daily but you'd find no solace there I promise you. i dont know why this last bait keep on floating in my mind... sad and yet powerful in the same time.
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Post by Rhiflect on May 16, 2010 12:48:40 GMT
That's beautiful and haunting, Jazzster. Really sophisticated and clever, i love all the sort-of metaphors and that. I'd love to hear it sung
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Post by husbandwifeheroin on May 16, 2010 15:15:50 GMT
Wowzer. Really like it, Jazzy.
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Post by Jazzy Jeff on May 17, 2010 22:00:29 GMT
Thankyou, everyone! I've just found out I'm performing it on Thursday. Hoorah.
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Post by Rhiflect on May 18, 2010 21:24:37 GMT
Good luck man
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Post by Lemon Bloody Cola on Jun 7, 2010 20:11:19 GMT
I don't know what if I do actually counts as poetry. I read it but I'm not educated or trained on the technical aspects, but sometimes I do like to have a wee typey about some of the less tangible stuff slooshing around my head. These two don't have titles.
In the days of the silent red scar I yellowed with the sprinting of flames. I painted dignity, upon the jingle of vodka greased bones. Deceived; I saw a swaddling star-face and did not melt But human bones, neither super nova nor shine. Infantile skeletons and the full grown dead.
Why can’t you see it?
Hallucinations can be collective.
The mutual territory we founded
Dog-eared skyline, gobbled by monsters
The land sick with atomic rivers
Under a double-hearted sun
Your slashing departure
Fade-out recurring
Dante’s Inferno on Groundhog Day
Predestination bouncing
On the glass trampoline
of my arms around your mind
Why can’t you see it?
With your superhuman mind,
A savant in spandex
Drowned in a sea of moths
Oh, your skeleton of pencils
Oh, your patience of mind
Please sleep safely
I’ll be waiting
I’ll be around.
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Post by Rhiflect on Jun 8, 2010 11:13:27 GMT
Whoa-ho-HO Joshua Wynne! Quite the wordsmith. I truly adore them both, especially the end of the second one.
The first one has awesome imagery as well, i particularly like the bit about vodka greased bones. MOAR!
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