Put something you wrote up.

Just for kicks I enjoy reading peoples writings, poems, sonnets, ect. so please share

A hug by the class room door
Remembered your fragrances the whole time
Flannel I bought caressed my face all the night
I moved only for a short time with you on paper
Never wrote just a thought on my mind
Softball thrown gave you a life ahead of me
Thank you for always looking down the hall
But you gave it all up to an intoxication
Violent red flowing rocks your chest
A flash of a life going somewhere fast wasted
And a scream of a mother never heard
I didn’t know you were gone
We drove the car for hours until It hit
I knew who I had to despise but years late
Sunken teeth into his brain eating him
Pray you haunt him until we all die
Flashbacks of gun shells hitting the floor

Killed by a brothers love
this just isn’t Cute, anymore



And I don’t know you
Now that you’ve given into the disease of our town
Nobody for two children to ask why to
Realized we had no childhood left now
And a sister of the past walked by unnoticed
Eclipse of a life we once knew
Sitting on my lap in a bus far away
Where did you go after I left here
I just want to see you dance upon the parade field
Once more, wave your flag proud in a limelight sky
Instead you were dancing upon greasy poles
Mommy probably told you not to be ashamed
Bleeding a life of a charlatan for the highest bidder
Pissed away any gift you were given
Paid lips pressed onto them all
Foreshadowing a dark road you didn’t have to travel alone
Sickness turned you into such a whore

Killed by a futile life
You aren’t the Cat, anymore

Go read my journal, if you like.

*shiver*

i have 5 parts total to this...

if you like it i could email you the entire story


The Curious Little Man.
Part One: An Office Interior
The curious little man with the curious little face told me it was time to leave my happy little place. I sigh, always feeling right and proper in my happy little place. One can tell by simply looking at me. My posture perfect, my smile solid and my happy little gaze makes everybody happy in happy in little ways. I can tell to. I see things and feel my head closer to heaven. Things like the first robin of spring bouncing. The early bird catching the worm that soon itself will be late. I see little girls playing pad-i-cake and preening each other's ponytails permissively. Like little monkeys eating lice of leprous liars.

No, that thought doesn’t belong. It’s morbid, vain and scary. It makes me feel all-wrong.

So the curious little man has his way. Giving him my credit card I pay to go delightfully about my day. I like when words rhyme. I enjoy the progression it makes and the dignified form that my manuscript takes. If my meter moves you mad, may I make the motion and move you merrily on? I also enjoy alliteration, although it’s argued a script should always avoid alliteration. Anyhow, I adamantly adore it.

And so I leave this curious little man with his head holding and embracing information bought in books. With the shelves holding the books and building a library. And the walls holding the library and building a house. And the house holding the curious little man building a neighborhood in which I walk. In which the sky is holding the sun.

And as I walk I notice just by chance, looking down at the sidewalk, a tiny row of ants. And I wonder what it is that keeps them in line? And if the sky was falling would they know the bottom of the boot was mine?

There I am stomping the sand in the sidewalk looking somewhat insane again.

Good story.

i wrote this one week a bit over a year ago while trying to sort out a relationship that didnt work out - hence the subject. personal writing has never come very easy to me as i tend to be a very private person but in this case i suprised myself.

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Well I’m sitting here
Wondering where to start
Wish you didn’t
Still have my heart
I miss you most
Crack of dawn, fall of night
Can still feel your presence
Lingering just out of sight

Wish it hadn’t
Ended this way
So much I hoped to do
So much I had to say
You touched me as
No one before
Yet I couldn’t stop
Your walk out the door
I’ve never begged
Always walk away
Yet not to lose you
All pride I would pay
Maybe someday I will
Find a way to forgive
Losing the person I love
Who reminded me to live

A future without you
Never wanted to see
Reality set in
The relationship is just me

Such sadness
Such loss
Yes I’m still whining
Here on my cross
I will always remember
Well try not to forget
Guess I still ramble
No cure for that yet
Though a cure I did find
For the endless heartache
All the silly rhyming
Caused a massive headache

Time to stop lingering
Time to let go
I’m embarrassed I’ve put on
Such a pitiful show
So many words in parting were there
Good night, sweet dreams, have a great day
I hoped and I prayed that never would come
This time when all there remained to say
Good-bye

Very well done. I like its pattern.

I have to put this up as its Adira approved. That cute lil purple haired minx

A cognative goddess inside her own life
Self made mind in a world of charlatans
another eye made for her humanistic view
Her gale winds carrying the smoke chokes my heart
Throwing me into fits of restless sleep
Upon hot itchy mink black sheets
Gasping for a drink of her beautiful mind
To pour my serum unto her altar of a rose
Beg for her monogramed toys to splay me
I’ll pursue my White Rabbit further into the hole.
Pull me into the ground...
Drag me further into the hallowed memory of this escape
Turn everything else into what was once memories
Into a vacant lot of passing skeletons.
Till then I stay by the cryptomeria tree
With wormwod coating my tounge.

half an hour late
one saturday morning
stinking up the car
with the vestiges of last nights beer
sucking on a diet coke
to get the stale high life
off my breath
maybe toothpaste
would have done a better job

k ill write something right now



twirling through the days
wishing you were here
playing through the whole cd
and downing a pint of beer

come save me from my sickness
hold me just tonight
whisper sweet nothings
and everythings alright

wow how cheesy

no it isnt. b/c you mentioned beer. therefore it kicks more ass than chuck norris.

NOTHING kicks more ass than Chuck Norris..

edited to say it was better than aight...and pretty sweet.
-D

[Edited on Feb 28, 2006 by D]

awww. hahah yes chuck noris does kick ALOT of ass.

Funny thing is as I mentioned in my journal, was he was taught her in korea when he was in the air force. by the same man im under. i have met the god of roundhouse kickings god.

No way.

Everyone should go read this man's journals. He is an excellent writer.

eggs
cheese
skim milk
veggies (cauliflower, broccolli, onions, tomato, spinach, green beans, peas, cabbage, red potato, yams)
fruit (grapefruit, orange, banana)
Chicken
Beef
Pork
brown rice
whole wheat pasta
cottage cheese

I have about 35-40 poems written. Here's one of them.

Ode to Elizabeth


As the summer's and winter's passed me bye
I remember the pain of that treacherous lie
And realized that it was no use to cry
For it would make me remember a time gone bye
The lie, that dreadful lie, that tore at my soul and picked at my brain
No!
For I have not yet gone insane
I simply have no intention to recollect the past, oh!
What a mighty web doth death cast
So strong, so swift, so impossible to catch
For it took the breath from my sweet Elizabeth

i wrote this about my last girlfreind please feel free to tell me what you think cos she hated it

Waiting by Hood

Her smile sets thoughts to flight that I haven’t known for a long time. The aura of comfort and friendship it brings alien to me, yet I find myself running to it so that I may saturate my senses with her warmth. I could drown in her eyes, as clear as a mountain stream, flowing fast and strong from the melt waters of the winters past, its current threatening to push me away, but I fight, giving every ounce of my strength to stay within sight of her, I reach out hoping to take hold of the one I love before my strength is gone, and the confusion of her turbulent waters takes my life’s breath, drowning me in their clarity

Her happiness is so strange, so sted fast, so true, that it almost overwhelms me. Where did she come from this siren so sweet? Drawing me to her with her glowing essence, and her sweet songs of acceptance and joy, what spell has her beauty cast to hold such power over my thoughts? The intoxication of her free spirit, brings a smile to my face, the merest hint of her name a source of such pleasure that I know I would explode with pride if she was mine

My dreams are filled with close embraces, her sent the sweetest thing I have ever known providing comfort to my weary heart while I sleep. Fun, laughter, images of her close, safe, happy. In my dreams I awake, kiss her slender shoulder, and whisper “I love you”……………I could so easily love you. In my dreams, through her, my life has meaning. I embrace each day for every ounce of goodness that it holds. As morning brakes, the warmth that her existence brings lingers with me as though she had been there for my entire life, hidden from sight, but there, faceless and nameless until the day we met, the feel of her embrace beckons me to sleep, so that I may once again be near her. With each passing moment, the realisation dawns that I would wait a thousand years for five minuets with this angelic beauty

I would travel the world a million times if it brought her closer to me. Swim every ocean, climb every mountain, just to see her smile, I would battle for a hundred years without rest to keep her safe from harm, for my friend, my love, I would do all this and more, take the moon from the sky and present it to her on a ring of fire as proof of my devotion to her and no other, for her I would give my life, if it ment that her light would shine on forever. For her I wait, each second as if an eon in time, made all the more bearable by the reality of my Spanish rose.

I figured more people would see it here.



He sat, head bowed as if praying to the ears of a deaf god. Hoping beyond hope that someone would hear him at the bottom of the stairs, unable to speak. Hell, he was hardly able to breathe. He tried to turn to his left and drew in a shallow, sharp breath as a white-hot stripe of pain suddenly made itself known among his ribs.

Figures, he thought, in between the bursts of static his brain was giving him. Feels broken. If a broken rib or two- or hell, even his whole left side- was the worst thing he got out of this clusterfucked mess, he would count himself fortunate.

As he saw the single light in the foyer blocked out by the grinning man's shadow (he couldn't see his smile, yet he knew the man was just the same), he had a feeling that his luck had just run out. Broken ribs or no, he tried to scream as loud as he could, for someone to come to his rescue, to stop this murdering bastard, put a fucking bullet in his back, anything. He tried to scream, and all that escaped his cracked lips was a hoarse whisper. The surgery that had removed his vocal cords a week or so earlier had seen to that. The man standing above him chuckled a little at this. He squatted down, speaking in a quiet and calm voice.

"See what happens when you run? When you try to escape? We know what's best for you, and we'll always know what's best for you. After all, we're the only family you have left now."

As he spoke these damning words, his right hand crept behind his back where Monoghan knew his knife was kept. His eyes followed the glint of the blade in the dim light as it traced an arc that was headed straight for his chest.

"We know what's best, brother Thomas."

The knife went in again and again, and in the end, no one missed Thomas Monoghan very much- after all, they were the only family he had left.

One day the black rain will come to wash away our sin by Guitarsnglasses

Into The Desert, After the Rain
I Wander Through These Lands
Sorrow Fills My Mind, My Thoughts
My Soul Black As the Sands

A Never-ending Journey
Through The Deepest Darkest Night
My Body Aches, It Cries For rest
Onward With All my Might

These Sins Are Not Mine, They Never Were
Curse Carried From My Birth
Dark Legacy, Reborn Through Me
Endless, Walking The Earth

I Dont Know When I Realized It
Awakened Deep in Me
A Need To Walk Across The Earth
A Prisoner Though Im Free

My Punishment, Not Fit the Crime
Worse Than Any Jail
My Purgatory Lies Within
No One Will Hear My Tale

I was a summertime girl. No school, park across the street, sprinkler up the hill. Outside all day, fresh air hot sun. A slideshow of sweat, flashing eyes rippling laughter, moving bodies. It was hectic movement, chaotic patterns, kinetic energy. Days of running around, climbing the towers, jumping off the ledge. Riding my bike through the tennis courts, running through the sprinkler in the upper park. Rainy days, spent inside, reading a book and playing Legos. Dusk was always the same, no matter what the weather was. Dinner on the back stoop with the rest of our apartment neighbors. Dinner to the background groan swoosh drone grinding of the nearby traffic. Then back inside, grab double lengths of clothesline. We would jump rope in the middle of the road, a dead end that no one remembered. Double-dutch hot peppers highwaters group jumps jump rhymes.
Then as the sun was setting, I would go to the swings. And practice. Getting as high as I possibly could. As soon as I reached the apex of my climb I would launch out of the swing and fly through the air. Best part of the day. A few seconds of weightlessness in the growing darkness. Magic. Then the hard shuddering jarring landing back in reality. I lived for those summer evenings. Blue-purple bruise of twilight where for a moment I was alone, and everything was still.



[Edited on Mar 01, 2006 by LokisChild]

I give you, the first poems I ever wrote (From 6th grade):

"The Garden of Evil"

The dangerous racist secrets that cause chaos and stress
Bring fear and death to holy lands were there are no smiles
The hidden prayers of betrayed lands where there is no hope or freedom
Hate and anger make people explode with rage and confusion
There is no time for celebration, love, or friendship in this adventure
Thoughts of freedom, love, success, and culture may never be reached

"The Adventure"

This adventure for love and peace is bound to take an eternity
The prayers to God are whispered in our holy chapel
It will be a time celebration when we arrive at the promise land
We hope for mercy from the father of the freedom sea"

"The Hard Journey of Life"

The truthfulness of freedom is in a sacred holy land
His hope will inspire him to explode beyond his passionate secrets
The dangerous fear of death will make him believe in evil
He will celebrate his strength and power of his soul
We will honor him as a god with love and passion
And there will be no fear"

Here's one from 04, when I was starting to get into demons and angels and the like.

"Sammael"

A world of hate
A world of pain
On this date
Your God lays slain

And in my hand
There is the knife
That during his last stand
Drained his life

He lays there dead, on the ground
He deserved it, that fucking betrayer
The world will never know another joyful sound
I am Sammael, the God Slayer

And no post of mine would complete without some depressed shit, so here's some stuff written during my down times.

"To Make You Happy"

In my room I sit alone
Oblivious to the ringing phone
On the machine she apologized
But I just sit there, hypnotized
I sit in the room of holy white
As I battle in a brutal fight
I will not let my walls be torn
Which have been my foundation since I was born
As I lose, I begin to shake
It is in this trance that I finally break
I let the knife slit my wrist
And I slip into a painful bliss
With my blood I write upon the wall
As I struggle not to fall
The only words I know to be true
"I end my life because I love you."

"Just End it All"

Muscles cramping
Head a poundin'
Heart is racing
Sirens soundin'

Eyes glazed over
Laying on rugs
You hate your life
Tried to OD on drugs

To save your life
Their best they try
A block away
And you die

A week later
Your body is in the dirt
You never realized
How many you would hurt

Now I know
That the world is rough
Life is a bitch
But you got to be tough

I know the feeling
Why should we even try?
Because no one seems to notice
Until we die...

"The Whore"

Pay for your thrills
With twenty dollar bills

Take joy in me
Your lover for a fee

Drown my sorrows in beer and sex
Say a word and your next

My life is filled with such bad luck
I think about it as we fuck

Whisper sweet nothings in my hair
You have my body, but my mind's not there

They think of me as less than dirt
Their fists and words always hurt

But what can I do?
My son needs food

So from my life I banish fun
Because I'd do anything for my son

I've also been known to write a short story every now and then, but I'll save ya from those...If you are really interested, visit my journal and check out my DeviantArt submissions. And if you are ever in the mood for some depressed ranting, my journal should be right up your alley

I wrote this.

It's a poem, which comes straight from the heart yes?

My girlfriend wont go down on me,
Because I took a shit.
She knows how much I like it,
when she sucks upon my dick.

I really dont see the problem,
It didn't touch my nob.
And after all, it'll be my balls,
not my arsehole in her gob.

She says that it's unhealthy,
with loads of germs and stuff.
I've seen much worse in videos,
which were made by the Dutch.

I think shes just being selfish,
by not giving me what I want.
But it's ok, for her to say,
"Get your mouth around my cunt".

I guess I see her point,
it does kind of reek.
Well thats ok, at the end of the day,
she'll do it while she sleeps.

He he he he.

Erm.. I mean this is some serious shit.

Here are a few more...

1) nice is not enough

I’m a really nice guy
But nice is not enough
Apparently there’s something more
Something that I’ve never had
Something that I never will
Something I don’t want to look for anymore
Oh I have been told by so many women
How great of a guy I am
And the compliments are fine and dandy
But after awhile you just don’t give a damn
I tried to impress them with my kindness
To make up for me being overweight
And kindness only got me so far
It wouldn’t get me a date
Then I decided to buy things for girls
To get them to like me more
A bracelet here, a necklace there,
Hell I’d by them the whole damn store
But gifts didn’t equal longing
They only acted as fuel to the fire
The fire of compliments and kind words towards me
And after awhile that gets so tired
Sure It was great to have female friends
It made me confident when they were near
But taking it to the next step was impossible
With me they’d rather just drink a beer
And I just don’t get why I haven’t found her yet
Nearly twenty seven years and nothing to show
For I’ll always be lost and I’ll always be alone
I would have been a great person to know
So sad, so lonely, so hopeless and blue
it’s a vicious circle that just won’t end
No one gave me a chance
No one took my hand
So being nice is not enough
Not in this world today
All the restless nights and all the empty bottles
I’ll never find my way

2) won’t stop loving her

I will never have her
But I won’t stop loving her
For all the days of my life
And when we’re old and tired
Life thouroughly passing us by
I will look back at it all
And I will not cry
For I just wanted to see her happy
Even if she was with someone else
I guess that’s what true love is
Putting other peoples dreams first instead of ourselves
There will never be another one like her
And honestly I’m thankful for that
I never want to forget all the good times we had
At her London flat

3) down the drain

Everyday it’s just more of the same
No happiness, just sadness
No joy, just pain
Oh I’ve had a fulfilling life that’s true
But I’ve had no one to share it with
Which is why I never know what to do
I’ve had some chances over the years
But those just never worked out
And I’ve used up a lifetime of tears
Cause I don’t know what it’s all about
Every night I lie down in my empty bed
And I imagine what could have been
With her next to me as I fall asleep
I would never be lonely again
But it’s all a cruel dream
From a defeated soul
Who can’t tolerate any more pain
But I’ll keep on pressing on
And laughing at my failures
As I watch my love go down the drain