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Post by sarah on Jul 15, 2007 15:23:21 GMT
i wish i had something to write about ):
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Post by Clare on Jul 15, 2007 16:47:12 GMT
Jay! Your writing is absolutely excellent. It really made an impression on me.
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Post by Rhiflect on Jul 15, 2007 17:06:08 GMT
Agreed! Here's one i wrote today.
Rainstorm
Charged electricity between my boots Clothes sticking to me like a second skin I am clensing! All my worries, troubles, cares, doubts are washed away As quick as the water dripping from my fringe.
And nothing else matters. Except
The lick of the lightening The ripple of the rain The thump of the thunder.
Bliss.
Suddenly, Silence. And I slip slowly back inside reality To let the drains do their work
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Post by Marcus on Jul 15, 2007 23:18:43 GMT
4:08am
4:08am and I'm still awake It's not too long until dawn will break 4:08am and I'm still awake If I fall asleep, it'll take more than a shake
I scramble around in boxes in the middle of the night Obsessively, before it's light I search for poetry magazines in my corners Before it's light
The birds outside are already starting to sing And my alarm clock will soon ring Had I set the thing To wake me Tomorrow slash today To see what it will bring
4:16am and I'm still awake Will I go to sleep To rouse, in horror And try to make Sense Tomorrow Slash Today
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Untitled
The inbox is full. The bottomless outbox too. The end justifies the means. The way, The method, Is said to be true.
To get what you want to reach. Cast away your fears. Practice what you preach.
Grip you pen, brush, or tool. Trap others with it. Clench your oars and row, Row, and take them with you. Through the highlands and the lowlands, Through a timeless journey, Through the day and night. All that is dark, and all that is light.
Raise your sails And be carried along By yourself, them And your song.
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I've written fuck all in ages. I'm a disgrace.
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Post by allison on Jul 15, 2007 23:58:10 GMT
piece i wrote for school when we were reading The Scarlett Letter (<333). it was supposed to be 4-8 lines and include a quote from the book. i'm a slacker:
trusting no man as his friend how could he know when foe reared his hidden head, his shortened leg his cunning worth his chilling words
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Post by Marcus on Jul 16, 2007 1:28:56 GMT
It's a good book. Not good when you have to do it for coursework. EVERYTHING IS SYMBOLIC. Urgh.
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Post by mimicry on Jul 16, 2007 1:33:56 GMT
It's a good book. Not good when you have to do it for coursework. EVERYTHING IS SYMBOLIC. Urgh. Gah, I know! It's an allegory with a capital, scarlet A. Everyone has such lovely work. I'm not much of a writer, but I do love to read good stuff.
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Post by Clare on Jul 16, 2007 3:00:39 GMT
SHY I have no vowels I wish you could be mine But I am too scared to ask.
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Post by Rhiflect on Jul 16, 2007 18:32:29 GMT
Tell me, why is it i'm mocked?
I'm trapped in front of the door of opportunity, knowing of a world that only my mind's eye can see. It's turned into a mirror now and i can see my face Some people may see bemusement, all i see's disgrace.
My comedic ode to Patrick:
Oh, Patrick
Oh Patrick, Your talented and crude You like to get nude And get jiggy with the ladies and the men
And also other creatures With animalistic features But people don't like this so they go "Whaarr?!"*
You're amazing at violin But your viola's in the bin Because you trod on it during TMP. **
I love the way you dress Your hair colour's the best And your legs are never very hairy
You beat all other artists You're definitely the smartest Amazing quotes are your best topic
Oh Patrick, You're the greatest of them all Your extraodinarily tall I pretty much loved you from the start.
*This line is shit.
** Pronouced 'Tee-Em-Pee'
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Post by sarah on Jul 16, 2007 18:34:38 GMT
patrik patrik u so fyn patrik patrik i wish u wer myn
do u leik mi poyum hehehe
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Post by Clare on Jul 16, 2007 18:52:00 GMT
Rhiman, a basic and important way of improving your writing is to spell check it about three times. Unless you are assuming a persona, it generally makes your work seem very low quality if the spelling and grammar are incorrect.
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Post by Lauren on Jul 16, 2007 18:58:22 GMT
Let's all take a trip to visit the wise Elements of Style...
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Post by Rebekah on Jul 16, 2007 22:57:05 GMT
There is not nearly enough prose in this. :-\ rosadiluculi.livejournal.com/17857.html Not nearly my best work, but it's something at least. The other piece I would post I'm sure has a million and a half grammar mistakes. Mostly tenses, for some reason, tenses hate me so much. I'll start out in present tense, and wind up in past tense halfway through and not even notice. Oh, well. I wrote this for my Creative Writing class.
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Post by abolishconfusion on Jul 16, 2007 23:46:33 GMT
I stroke the places Pandora has sat Wearing her jodphurs and riding hat. Goodbye, brown horse. I turn and retreat, The rain and mud are wetting my feet.
I have sent it to the BBC. I marked the envelope 'Urgent'.
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Post by cheshire on Jul 17, 2007 3:27:18 GMT
I have a Patrick Wolf related story that I made a livejournal to share with you. Livejournal however confuzzled the pants of me so it doesn't look as nice as I'd hoped. Anyways, here is a story which is my interpretation of the song Magpie. cettin.livejournal.com/Also: Patrick isn't really supposed to be in the story, just imagine any black haired eight year-old and it works fine.
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Post by birdwhistle on Jul 17, 2007 15:50:07 GMT
The current level of Adrian Mole-love on this forum is: Green, or Healthily Abundant.
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Post by abolishconfusion on Jul 17, 2007 18:24:15 GMT
The current level of Adrian Mole-love on this forum is: Green, or Healthily Abundant. Exalted.
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Post by blake on Jul 17, 2007 18:44:17 GMT
Right theres some bad shit going on with my relationships with some people who post on this forum. I've had enough frankly and I thought this would be the best place to vent my feelings and hopefully send a subtle message to those hurting me so much.
You where my fan girl my devoted cyber-groupie Till you decided my schtick was poopey Sweden is better than Bradford you say Men from the north are decidedly gay Your internetz affections soon went astray. My love is both, tomorrow, yesterday and today.
So fickely you swooned for the twee kid with glasses I sat and wince while you made your passes The feelings of being last years man. A soul as dead, as ODB from the Wu-Tang Clan I will stay here and make my last stand Await the death of me, of all that I am
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Post by Elderberry Fucking Fanta on Jul 17, 2007 18:47:31 GMT
Right theres some bad shit going on with my relationships with some people who post on this forum. I've had enough frankly and I thought this would be the best place to vent my feelings and hopefully send a subtle message to those hurting me so much. You where my fan girl my devoted cyber-groupie Till you decided my schtick was poopey Sweden is better than Bradford you say Men from the north are decidedly gay Your internetz affections soon went astray. My love is both, tomorrow, yesterday and today. So fickely you swooned for the twee kid with glasses I sat and wince while you made your passes The feelings of being last years man. A soul as dead, as ODB from the Wu-Tang Clan I will stay here and make my last stand Await the death of me, of all that I am This is a fantastic poem. Exalt!
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Post by abolishconfusion on Jul 17, 2007 18:48:19 GMT
BEST. POEM. EVER.
I'm laughing so much right now.
Don't worry darling, I'll always be your fangirl even if "Men from the north are decidedly gay". I don't think I have a choice anymore.
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