Writing workshop

[Elendil!Urukfear]

Hey peeps, it's me again. Trying to figure out how to make the coolest threads. This one is for anything that you want to share to the public. Poems, short stories, made up songs ect...
Just thought it would be cool. I'll even start out with my own poem (and for guys it's totally cool to have something like this, don't worry, I am the highest supprano pitch in my school chorus.)... here goes:
Time
What do we know of this despondent thing?
No sign no sound no tranquil ring.
We try to tell what quant it is yet fail to see the point.
Only one can know of it, to this eternal joint.
Power of it would seem an illusion.
For though we try there is no solution.
We cannot control but only can wait,
Inside the heart so dimly lit.
And see the destined we aren't allowed,
 for time will always conceal it.

[macheteman]

Who are you?
Who are you?
So lost within the sea of faces
So alone in crowded places
No matter where you come from,
Here's where you belong,
Harmonizing with a Voice
That sings a different song.

Skipping rocks across a lake
Each one farther than before
But they never reach the other side,
They woefully fall short.
Then towards us came a perfect stone
Thrown by a man who stood alone
Who are you?
Who are you?
Here's where you belong

[Elendil!Urukfear]

Suh-weet!!! I like it. When did you make that? Or did you get it off the I?

[macheteman]

i wrote it just a couple days ago. i have a bunch of lyrics without music.

[Elendil!Urukfear]

Awesome! I have a nice voice for singing, and I'm starting a band but I can never finish song lyrics, I always get the chorus and that's it.

[menace64]

About falling in love:

Fork in the Parking Lot
You told me I could really turn a phrase.
I told you that you could really fill a frame.
Our patient words are still unheard;
The other doesn't hear. The other doesn't hear.

The fork's in the parking lot with the moon up in the sky.
Daydreaming on high midnight watching spaceships floating by.
Something's slipping underneath, I've fallen in again…
Catch me glove, catch me love, I'm falling in again.

I try my hand at speaking plain and find things to be worse.
The straightest words sound to me so hollow and rehearsed.
I resort again to complex metaphors hidden in the verse:
Stocky gout is proving the lion's den.

Oh, where can I begin? Oh, where, can I begin?

I skip ahead to see myself settled down up to my knees
In the land of dreams where the wild things are born of fancy wings.
Will you please come with me as I dream the dream of the dreaming you and me?

The fork's in the parking lot with the moon up in the sky.
Daydreaming on high midnight watching spaceships floating by.
Something's slipping underneath, I've fallen in again…
Catch me glove, catch me love, I'm falling in again.

Here's a poem I wrote from the perspective of the "bad" guy in my book:

Haymaker
Painfully keen and it's all-too aware
Crouching in front and I just cannot stare.
Intimidation lingers, shocking defined
Sight without seeing, I am survived.

The future, rescinding.
The future is ending.

Finding hidden the haymaker inside
Shining beams assaulting the hide
Forever's turmoil and eternity's grief
Standing sullen, fallen streets.

The path is retreating.
The path is believing.

What trust has been becomes trust undue
Corners and stones, chipped but new.
On the slippery slope: destiny.
Through the sinister scope: prophecy.

The choice is reminding.
The choices are binding.

The future is coming.
The path is retreating.
The choices are binding.
The present is living.

[SomeRandomDude]

Well...I thought about posting my essay on Libertarianism vs Communitarianism and the origin of comtemporary American political philosophies.

Then I saw the poetry...and decided....

To yell for AD.

AD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah, I prefer wasting my time writing a fiery manifesto that makes people want to destroy stuff vs fluffy poetry and songs.

There was this really dumb song that my brother and I wrote. It was seriously stupid. I sang it real slow into Sound Recorder on the computer, then sped it up so it sounded like a mouse singing it. It was a song about a mouse, a cat, a dog and a horse. Yeah...that was 5 years ago. Go figure.

[sickofpalantirs]

I want to see that essay.
all I have is a cwuddy story I wrote a while back. I mean...REAALLLY cruddy. and steroetypical.

[Gate Troll]

There was this really dumb song that my brother and I wrote. It was seriously stupid. I sang it real slow into Sound Recorder on the computer, then sped it up so it sounded like a mouse singing it. It was a song about a mouse, a cat, a dog and a horse. Yeah...that was 5 years ago. Go figure.

Lol! That's hilarious! Have a .

[AgentDrake]

Well...I thought about posting my essay on Libertarianism vs Communitarianism and the origin of comtemporary American political philosophies.

Then I saw the poetry...and decided....

To yell for AD.

AD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You called?

Okay, fine. 3 poems.

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The explanation for this one is that the Northern Lights are sometimes associated with the Valkyrie. Actually, we're not certain if this association actually existed in the Norse Myth; it depends on how a particular passage in the Eddas is interpreted. Anyway, I used the assumption that the Aurora Borealis IS the ride of the valkyrie for this particular poem.

Valkyrie

Blades Flash,
Blood Flows;
Shields Clash,
Broken Bows;

Raven Feeds,
Battle-web Woven;
Slaughtered Steeds,
Helmets Cloven.

Burning Pyre,
Beneath Emerald Fire.

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For this one, Hugin and Munin are two ravens of Norse Myth who serve the chief god Oðinn. Hugin means "The Thought" and Munin means "The Memory". I wrote this at 1am one morning, so I was tired. Don't blame me. Actually, it ended up being a lot more upbeat than I had intended, but whatever....

Hugin and Munin

Hugin
One Raven flies from the North.
Swifter than the stream, he cries:
"I am the dancing dream,
The emissary of the Mind.
I stir hands to build halls;
To forge thrones and burn thorns.
My wisdom uncovers the unknown.
I am Hugin – I am Thought."

Munin
One Raven flew from the North.
Swifter than the stream, he dies.
And now speaks another bird,
Sitting beneath darkened boughs:
"I am the Shadow, all that remains.
The emissary of the Lost.
I build halls to stir hands;
To forge from loss and burning years.
My wisdom is all that remembers.
I am Munin – I am Memory."

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This one's pretty self-explanatory....

No Lost Songs Here…

I sit here,
Staring at a blank screen.
The cursor blinks coldly
Over a waiting white sheet.
Empty of any mighty epic,
Or soul-stirring elegy,
I wonder vaguely…

…now what?

[macheteman]

This one is about a time when i was walking in Washington DC (the capitol building by the trees and fountain) at midnight, while it was raining. i was with my friends johnny, and a girl we had just met.



There we were
Walking in the rain
The clock struck midnight
A witness to the flame

Then what happened?
It seems we tripped and fell
Am i drowning in the ashes?
Or burning in a well?
 
Do my emotions lie to me
When they tell me I'm OK
and though i know I'm blindfolded
I still try to see
Sometimes when life is rough
We've got to simply be
 
The wheel of our sincerity
Has flung right off the track
Now our love is crashing down
Is there any going back?

Tried to help you do what's right
But it seems i made you miss
Didn't know the tendrils of my actions
Could have spread as far as this
 
Do my emotions lie to me
When they tell me I'm OK
and though i know I'm blindfolded
I still try to see
Sometimes when life is rough
We've got to simply be
 
What have i done to you?
Did my words lead you on?
I got what i never wanted
And what i want is now gone.

We each held a corner
And ripped our love apart
Did we have a chance together?
Or were we doomed right from the start
 
My fingertips touched you once more
To say what i have never spoken
I stand here knocking at the door
Of Lost, of Sad, of Broken
Please give me one more token
To know our love was truly real
Give me something i can feel
Before it fades away,
Before you fade away.

[Elendil!Urukfear]

Just a reminder. not everything has to be a poem... you can put horror stories and what not, if you like.

[macheteman]

Just a reminder. not everything has to be a poem... you can put horror stories and what not, if you like.

yeah, see i never wrote any horror stories... i'm trying to write a thriller novel, but haven't wrote in months... i know, i'm lame...

i have some essays from school, one is about beef jerky. that might be interesting, but...

[SomeRandomDude]

Just a reminder. not everything has to be a poem... you can put horror stories and what not, if you like.

My Life- by Elf Lvr

[FM]

Quick question: why does everyone take a shot at EL? I know why I do, of course! Just wondering...