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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2008 21:18:15 GMT -5
I have decided to have a thread dedicated to my writings in stories, poems, and others of the such. As you know, I am a writer, not a drawer. I'll start with my first story, an amatuer short story that I wrote when I was 12. Entitled.... My Love Life. It is based upon two things as a child, work and play. That is all I did in my first eighteen years. But then, I met, her. She had a face that yelled "beautiful", and her voice was of the very angels. Her hair looked as it was woven by Arachne, and her skin, softer than a thousand pillows. Her milky brown eyes mesmerized me. I had known now, I was in love.
I could not be without her, so I swallowed my fear, and I asked her the question that would change our lives forever more. This question, I'm sure everyone is familiar with. To my surprise, her answer to this was "Yes". Nearly a fortnight later, she was walking down the aisle of an elegant church. She was wearing the most mystifying dress I have ever lain my unworthy eyes on. It was our time to seal our destinies. As I said my vows to her, the expression on my face was ever so great. Finally, we were given the rings. This was the greatest day of my life, until the unimaginable happened.
As she was saying the joyful words of "I do", she shrieked in pain, gasped for air, and collapsed. Instantly, my heart sunk into oblivion. I tried to save her with every fiber of my strength, but it was futile. She was gone. I later discovered that heart problems ran in her family, and the fact of marriage made that organ burst .
Grief has come over me in so many ways. Now, when I gaze into the moon, I see her divine face. When the wind whistles, I hear her angelic voice. When I breath the scent of rain, I smell her silky hair. And when I lie my head on my sheets, I feel her delicate skin. Tis, my love is gone not only from me, but from the entire world. I can not be without her. And with that I bid farewell to this kingdom. I shall be with you soon my love. |
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Post by McJesus on Dec 15, 2008 21:21:26 GMT -5
As you know, I am a writer, not a drawer. I didn't know this before, but I certainly know it now. And when you were 12 at that! |
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Post by rabiesisme on Dec 15, 2008 21:23:18 GMT -5
As you know, I am a writer, not a drawer. What. Anyway, it's good. I got like... a soul boner. Carry on. |
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Post by Balto-Boy on Dec 15, 2008 22:17:26 GMT -5
Holy shit.... You, sir, have the gift.
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Post by destructin on Dec 15, 2008 22:24:44 GMT -5
 Tis sad :c Awesome man, you have a great talent!
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Post by Hat Salesman on Dec 16, 2008 15:29:54 GMT -5
An epic suicide note?  |
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Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on Dec 16, 2008 17:57:51 GMT -5
An epic suicide note? A truly epic suicide not would be an A+ test. Anyway, WRITE MOAR. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2008 19:01:42 GMT -5
Drown A temptation is filling the void known as my soul.
This flurry is the only thing that remain in my thoughts.
'Tis casting off the spirit that is my innocence.
But I cannot give in to the wretchedness.
No matter how much I dream on completing it, I shall not commit the evil act.
But how?
How can I fight what is stronger than man itself?!
What has wits that can outsmart any clever virtuoso!
I can't give in to this dastardly allurement!
But it haunts me through all days!
It challenges my willpower every second!
I can take this seduction no longer!
This shall be the penultimate event of my life.
I have drowned in the inveiglement... |
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Post by Hat Salesman on Dec 16, 2008 20:27:56 GMT -5
Cleaver observer?  |
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Post by Balto-Boy on Dec 18, 2008 21:37:25 GMT -5
Snakey? What if I told you I now love you? |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2009 22:55:29 GMT -5
New poem coming soon.
This nce based upon the great literature "The Seven Ages of Man"
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Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on Feb 4, 2009 16:16:00 GMT -5
Looking forward to it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2009 21:09:54 GMT -5
Here's a poem. Veranda Take One...
Step One...
We Fly onto Our Greed
Greeds of Avarice
Greeds of Time
Do you see The Veranda
Across the blue?
Alligators seal the lips...
...Upon the red sand
Mind Dwells
Head Swells And end In-spells
Do We Start Again? |
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Post by Zarth on Nov 2, 2009 15:39:28 GMT -5
I do say, great job!  |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2010 22:13:19 GMT -5
Life ticks on its clock; I can see all the faces of the world. We live in a world that is tired, that is fatigued from the stresses of living. But yet, I declare to these souls of hardship, “Drop your head to the gravel no longer dear friends, our wealth may be of low altitude, but we must remember the true part of a our existence friends! Be we not meant for the tongue of avarice, but we are for the spirit of the Sun, of the trees, of the grass, even of the tilled soil. Prosperity may not seek you in this realm, my friends, but there is a gate of Gold up above. Just remember my fellow men, we were made in a land much different than this, we were only placed here to test our wills.”
Tick-tock.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2010 22:33:15 GMT -5
Here's a bit of a re-imagining of ACT III of William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" that I wrote in 9th grade. Enjoy!
ACT III
(Enter Benvolio and Mercutio)
Benvolio: (Fanning face) Jesus, could it get anymore hotter? Can we go home now Mercutio?
Meructio: Whine, Whine, Complain, Complain, if you’re so hot, why don’t you just invent an Air Conditioner?
Benvolio: (Blank Stare)
(Enter Tybalt)
Tybalt: Hello Idiots!
Meructio: Huh?
Tybalt: I was just strolling through the area, and I would know if any of you gentlemen would like to partake in a thrilling spar of excitement and possible dangers.
Meructio: In ye olde English?
Tybalt: Let’s fight.
(They fight)
(Enter Romeo)
Romeo: (Sing-songy) Oh, I’m so happy, nothing can make me sad , la la la.
Meructio: I’m glad you’re cheery Sunshine, but move!
Romeo: Huh?
Meructio: Now look, you done got me stabbed, and you know that my Medicare doesn’t cover sword fights!
Romeo: Oh please, it’s not like you’re dying.
Meructio: Yea good p…
(Meruictio drops dead)
Romeo: Oh, I’m mad now.
(Romeo pulls out bazooka)
Tybalt: Um…..
(Tybalt killed)
Romeo: I have a feeling that I’m in some hokkabaz now.
(Romeo runs away)
(Enter Prince)
Prince: Wow, I haven’t seen this many dead bodies since those donuts were half off.
Prince: Benvolio; who went postal here?
Benvolio: Well, you won’t believe me…
Prince: Go ahead.
Benvolio: You did.
Prince: I did?
Benvlio: No, Romeo did.
Prince: We all know what must happen..
Benvolio: Toga party?
Prince: Romeo must be……BANISHED!!!!!!!!!
(Exit everybody)
(Later)
Romeo: That was fun.
Juliet: It was, but shouldn’t you be leaving?
Romeo: Why would I do that?
Juliet: (Blank stare) You’re banished, remember?
Romeo: Pfft, that’s not gonna keep me from leaving. It’s not like I’m scared of death or anything like th…
Lady Capulet: JULIET! Are you awake!?
Romeo: Uh, nevermind, I‘ll just leave now.
Juliet: Until next time?
Romeo: Well, considering we’ll both be dead by Act 5, sure.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2010 23:12:46 GMT -5
"Most individuals fight for what they believe in, but do we give the same effort for people with different stigma? Does our ego allow it?"
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Post by Gront on Sept 17, 2010 0:13:04 GMT -5
Okay finally read that Romeo and Juliet rewrite. Definitely sums up that bit quite well.
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Post by Kromax on Sept 19, 2010 21:46:15 GMT -5
" Most individuals fight for what they believe in, but do we give the same effort for people with different stigma? Does our ego allow it?" I feel the urge to say that someone,, I really hope I can write as well as you someday man, every thing I read by you is amazing. |
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Post by Balto-Boy on Sept 27, 2010 0:03:45 GMT -5
Methinks you should get some publishing-action going in some way, shape, and/or form.
Also, R&J = lulz
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Post by Kromax on Sept 27, 2010 20:19:36 GMT -5
Methinks you should get some publishing-action going in some way, shape, and/or form. I thought it did what ever happened to that book you were getting made Snake? The one where we send you in entries for it? |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2010 20:30:20 GMT -5
what ever happened to that book you were getting made Snake? The one where we send you in entries for it? I was still awaiting enetries to come in, mroe people to sign up. It could still happen, if weget more people. |
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Post by Kromax on Sept 27, 2010 20:56:12 GMT -5
what ever happened to that book you were getting made Snake? The one where we send you in entries for it? I was still awaiting enetries to come in, mroe people to sign up. It could still happen, if weget more people. I still wanna do this, my original story was god awful, mostly because I couldn't write decent short stories, but I'm working on a new one right now. Back on topic, your writing is amazing, My Love was written when you were two years younger than I am now, and is still an amazing piece, keep it up. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2010 16:43:58 GMT -5
"Give me your scholars, who state that society thrives in militaristic structure and virtuosic values, and I'll throw them in a path, riddled with the ideologies of an undivided peace." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2011 18:38:37 GMT -5
Universal Emotional Distress Transpering events flowing all about
All whilst the hands of a clock shift into postions of that never stay of singularity
And as the universe continues its expansion,
I have never felt smaller.
Existance can be the greatest gift man can posses,
Nevertheless, it also has the reputation for isolation
Curse for my mind
Cure for yours. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2011 18:41:01 GMT -5
Il Nostro Valore
The purviews of society's norms have no grasp on me.
I am of a free spirit.
A spirit of the Air,
The Trees,
The Water,
and the Animals
Love thy existense
And float into spirtual bliss
Given forth by love
Til time's alustrious beginning
and time's ultimate end
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2011 17:25:13 GMT -5
A poem regarding my hometown Cordova
Near the grove of the sand
And between the crevice of the city
Lies a nominal patch of land
With no welcoming committee
Cordova be its name
And emptiness its profession
No person to ever rise to fame
Not to mention the lack of procession
In the humid temperament of the day
And the bitter cold of night
No person can say
That they notice another in sight
Standing quietly in the bend
This community is the child
Made from suburbia’s mend
It goes in the dictionary, opposite of wild
And yet, even through the silence
There lies something more
Unexplainable by the hand of science
Something deep within its core
A peace, one could say
Sanctimony and accord
Nay, trouble does not see the day
Leaving the city of stillness nay ignored
Perhaps this unmoving villia
Knows something they don’t
Perhaps the metropolis of gorillas
Could learn something; But, they won’t.
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Post by llllllllllll on Nov 23, 2011 17:37:06 GMT -5
That's brilliant Snakes!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2013 17:08:48 GMT -5
Message in a Bottle
To the curious reader of this message, Firstly, I must thank you for the opportunity to catch your attention. In the world that we all live in and share today, the sheer noise of it all can distract us from such insignificant, yet powerful beauties like messages in bottles. But, nay, that is not important. What is truly important is is the bottle itself. Why? Whenever the hopeful messenger slings an encasement of glass into the vastness of the ocean, he must instill his faith, not only in the bottle, but in Neptune to safely guide our epistle through the waves of the seas, the churning of the rivers, the torrent of the streams, and into the calmness of a loch. From there, our message may make it into the hands and eyes of an inquisitive reader. That is what I hope for. I long for my certitude in the waters of our planet to go unbetrayed, and if human eyes prey upon the words of this letter on this day, then all is well. However, if the only thing that meets with said words are the opaque walls of its glassy prison, then I must find the fiber in my being to reassure my faith in the clockwork of the waters and the Moon. They say that writing messages in bottles is a sport for the foolish. "Who," they ask, "in the right mind would scribe letters to people that they will never meet and can never write back?" They see people such as myself only as stooges of Men who would spend their time writing to the Unknown. But, while these ornery and self-proclaimed "significant" men and women focus their time on what they have come to know, us stooges delve ourselves into the mystery and enchantment of the Unknown. There lies so much for us to understand, an infinite number of things that we can never comprehend; why should anyone ever come to the conclusion that they know enough about life? Am I a fool to imagine and wonder if my words may invoke new knowledge upon another living soul? If this be the case, then I will accept the notorious title of King of Fools with open arms. They can say what they will, for it will never shake my spirit. And if these words do fall upon human eyes on this day and at this point in time, then the all-knowing have once again proven to lack true wisdom. Furthermore, I pray that you return the favor I have given and that you may instill your faith in the waters for me. |
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