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 Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 4:00 am
I'm still trying to get the subforums together.
THIS Subforum is STRICTLY for WRITING!.
What kind of writing?
Stuff like poems, freestyles, short stories, and things of that nature.
I'm trying to make things a little easier to find.
Oh, and another thing we have a problem with are empty threads.
Don't be afraid people! Comment in these threads! Help each other out as much as you possibly can.
P.s. Try not to post anything unappealing and BORING. Zzzzzzzz. lol!
Same rules!
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 5:12 am
well this is some of my work. it was writen when i was in a dark place, so bear with me.
They say/I say
They say i'm emo.
I say i'm deprived of feeling.
They say i cut my self.
I say i feed my soul.
They say this is the begining.
I say this is the end.
They say this is life.
I say this is death.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:19 am
*sighs happily*
Ah... a nice place to relax...
May I recite a haiku?
"A rose so tender
As soft as her lips are silk
How I wish to taste.”
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:16 am
"Bitter Sweet confusion."
The wind whipping through his hair
Cocky smirk that layed on his lips.
Her body moving to the beat of the music
Sweat shining out on perfect curves.
Masculine body, built strong and stable.
Protective and admiring qualities.
Femine body, made deliously seductive
Gentle and loving touches.
Lips meet
And confusion begins
The sweet and soft taste of strawberrys.
Leaving behind a glossy felt lips and thoughts
The dizzying roughness, filled with desire
Leaving behind lust and dreams
Two worlds meet
and confusion begins
A straight road, fulled with normal,
Boy meets girl story..
But who else wishes for another ending?
For a new twist, a new wish in childish fairy tales?
The next road, new and unexplored
Filled with uncertainty and mystery.
A fork in the road,
Some say the one less taken..
Is usually the right one..
Which makes me wonder.
Should i take the third road?
Extra comment;
I wrote this on my current confusion on whether or not im bi.. heh. ^^
... I've actually wondered about this for some time but ive always brushed it off until i had read someone people's "I have a dream" writings on gay/bi/ etc people.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 6:05 pm
i got an idea... just wanted to relay it.
for something like this subforum... maybe people could make their own topics like... i would make an 'iTaintedOm's art writing' topic, and that's where i could update my stuff... and then others could have their own topics they could update. then we could kind of get to know people and their artistic abilities more personaly.
like, it'd stick with you what people wrote about, and how they went about it. their name would be a lil more memorable.
but idk.
this isn't a real well thought through thing for me. just saying.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:47 am
lol wrote this out of the blue one day.. heart xp heart
Samantha is a girl of few words. Her hair flowed to her knees with a natural blonde color that looked almost white. Her soft blue eyes showed lonliness as she sits by herself outside where the sun shines its brightest making her fair skin and hair sparkle. Looking at her in her dazzling white dress was the most beautiful thing, if only the background was just as great, but it wasn't. Behind her stood an old and worn school building equipped with torn drapes and dirtied windows. The trees and grass surrounding her were browned and wilted from lack of water. The other female students wore skirts with flashy black tops and males wore torn jeans and filthy t-shirts. Yes, Samantha was beautiful but she did not quite belong.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 10:23 am
Once upon a time there were two youngsters
One little boy and one smaller girl
She had the dream to be a star, he had the dream to be gangster
He was the forgotten child, She was the precious pearl
Her friends laughed at his face
They hated her true love
But because of his love, their taunts he would imbrace
One day, he would be the one above
One year..Two.. even three
They stayed together until that horrible day
She came up to him and said they could never be
He loved her so much but she pushed him away
She grew up dating every type of guy
No one could ever fill the pain in her heart
Time after Time she was left to cry
She never should have left him from the start..
Now the girl is twenty four
She never made it to the grammys
She never had a man to adore
All of her dreams, were now a tease
Then on a rainy day she went for a walk
She ment to go with her friends but they never showed
Across the street, two little kids were playing with chalk
One little boy, one little girl in the hop scotch mode..
Salty tears mixed with cold rain fell from her cheeks
How could she have given up on her one true love
From that day she would morn for weeks
What was she to be proud of?
The boy however, he grew up to be an actor
His dream of being gagster gone
Seeing someone killed was the main factor
Now he was someone who shone
Girls flocked to his gorgeous eyes
But never taking one, he still wanted her
He wanted the girl who cries
He wanted that memory that would never be a blur
Thats when they met again
Emerald Green vs Saphire blue
Together their hearts would mend
Because their love was absoulty true..
Once Upon a time..
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 1:49 pm
Kalah’s POV
I was laughing. Why shouldn’t I? I was twelve and I wanted to run. I asked Hannah, but she doesn’t do this kind of things. She’s quiet and most of the time, she’s angry. No one can tell of course, except me. But that might be because we’re twins. I don’t want to hurt her, because she’s fragile. Everyone says she’s not normal, but they don’t understand. “Normal” does not even come close to our vocabulary.
But Dad ruined things. He wanted to practice, to fight. I could tell he was bloodthirsty for a fight. But he usually asked Hannah these things. My sister was more suited for combat. I took the sword he handed me and avoided his eyes. All I wanted was to run. Do something. Even though I knew that the kids snickered behind my back, and played with me because of my father’s power. All I wanted was to be free. But freedom felt like a curse.
“Kalah, hold the sword, yes like that. Now move your fingers very slowly over it. Do you feel it? This sword it’s called ‘Avenger’. “
Dad was a strict man. I didn’t hate him though, because that would be pointless. Hannah always said ‘Don’t hate the hand that feeds you’ but I knew she secretly did anyway. Hannah didn’t trust anyone, and no one trusted her.
Because we all knew that Hannah was Nephilim, and somehow that made her different, made her a subject of hate. I was different, I was weak, so they forgot about me. Dad still wanted to teach me how to fight, but I couldn’t. Wouldn’t. I was weak, and I was scared. Because I knew that Dad killed Mother. Because she too, was a Nephilim who went to the bad side. The one with Satan.
“Kalah! Would you do it right?” Dad’s voice got angry, I knew that he would hit me if I did not do this right. But then something happened, something that made me feel so guilty I started to hate myself.
“Father, Kalah is not suited for this.” Hannah took the sword out of my hands and into hers. She was twelve too, but her eyes betrayed her age. They had hate and understanding. Where mine had ignorance and weakness.
“If you want to fight father, then spear with me. I will not be so easy to push down.”
She saved me. She always did.
This is Kalah POV, I shall be making Hannah’s soon. The one in the draft was Vincent.
Hannah’s POV
I held on to the sword, knowing that if I made a single mistake, I’ll be sent to my room for months without seeing Kalah. It doesn’t matter what this jerk did, I would protect her.
“Enough. I don’t want to fight you.”
Was that fear in his eyes? Or disgust? I could never tell them apart. But maybe it was a mix of the two and some other uncanny emotions. “Alright” I nodded and handed the sword back to Kalah. I will not tell her that I was losing control. Maybe this hate and anger will eat me alive someday. But not now, in front of her.
My legs made it to my room, like it was somehow better to be trapped here, in the darkness than the painful light outside. I didn’t want to hurt her—the only sister I had in this world.
“Hey Shorty.”
“Huh? Who’s there?
“I’m Shadow. And you are Hannah right? Hm.. Hannah.. What’s your last name?”
“Don’t have one.”
The boy who stood there, in front of my window could have been eighteen. But I could see that he has been eighteen for a very long time. Maybe it’s the fact that I noticed these things because we were the same. Cursed to walk the earth with broken wings- my mother always said.
“I need to speak to your father.” He grinned.
I gasped. He was a “Seeker”. Seekers recruited those who were useful. It didn’t matter who they were, they were supposedly trained for combat. You could tell he was a seeker because of mark in his shoulder. It was a black feather.
I pointed towards father’s room. And he was gone. Soon, I thought. I would be free.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 1:57 pm
heart I think I may love him,but I can't be sure
I don't want to have my heart break even more
I made that mistake before
And then my heart was torn
I looked into his icy eyes,like daggers in my veins
No words I can use to describe my pain
Sometimes love isn't patient, sometimes it isn't kind
Sometimes it is just an illusion only in my mind
I wish that I could go back, and not be tricked by his cute charm, maybe I could of looked inside.
I could of seen his ice cold soul, like the winters tide.
He was like a wave, at first all good
But then pulls you back,and under you go, without a sound heart
Not my best... But it's something
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:58 pm
Can we host our own contests in this corner, or are only the admins eligible to do that?
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 6:13 pm
Just a little something I started but never finished.
And there she was.
Standing there in all her glory and radiance.
She was the most gorgeous person I had ever known.
And I wanted to rip her throat out.
She had taken from me, my trust in people and my ability to believe in this world.
She glowed, as she walked down the street, waving at the sea of people.
They crowded and clamored just to get a glimpse of her.
She was admired by the people and they loved her because she was here.
Tangible.
They could see her.
She was winning over their hearts and their souls.
This was a battle that I was losing.
I had to do something.
Or no longer would I have control.
I had to take charge of the situation and I needed to do it quickly.
There was a problem though.
It was Marius.
He had become attached to her.
He betrayed me.
After I gave him life.
He betrayed me.
I can remedy that.
I don’t want to, but I have to.
It has to be done.
I cannot let emotion into this equation.
It was already a delicate situation.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 6:25 pm
Randomness I wrote at school in math class. Not my best work.
He watches her everyday. The girl with the black curls and blue eyes, with rosy lips and the softest of skin. He longed for her to notice him, the outcast of the school. While she is the prettiest girl at the school. So many admirers she has. She's sure to choose one of the more desirable of them all.
But one day at the school ball. She in a red dress, he in jeans and a tshirt. She left her group of friends and asked him for a dance. It was the first dance of many. One day the miss popular married the little outcast boy.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:37 am
this is soemthing I made a while ago
Monster of the night
A vast night sky
Filled with the circumference of the moon.
Always bright
But not always in sight.
Sometimes hidden,
Behind the sad remorse of dark clouds
They can hide it for
It's the light that guides our way at night
Without the moon,
It would be dark,
We would be blinded,
And we would loose our way.
With the moon,
It's bright,
We can see,
And we'd never get lost.
But the moon,
Also has a dark side.
It brings the animal out in everybody.
From werewolf's,
To killers it's all the same.
So why hide in the darkness?
Where the evil lurks.
They're able to hide in it.
Feed off of it.
From the ones that are the true monsters of the night.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 1:14 pm
First real poem I have written without it needing to be graded tell me what you think mrgreen
"From dawn to dusk
I think of thee,
As I feel your sweet spirit come over me.
A calming hand,
A warming heart,
You and I shall never part.
Follow me as I kneel to pray,
to thank you for my days of praise.
To you I owe,
my life I lend,
for in return I promise a friend."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 2:24 pm
lol to make our own threads in this corner do we have to ask the captain?
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