Official Writer's Thread

[PatriotsRule]

Wow, that's like seventeen people just on the Teen Board! Looking good. If I get between 20-25 I might put in a request. It probably wouldn't hurt if one of you guys did too

 

[kjkcool]

Here's a poem I did on the painting Starry Night by Van Gough we had to also hear the song done on it by the dude that sang American Pie...

On A Starry Night

Restless town,
turned ignorant and accusing
by the vast, spreading darkness.

A tree, still hopeful,
in the midst of deep despair,
reaches for the heavens,
where the clouds play with the stars
that are in glorious bloom,
hoping love and acceptance dwells there.

The pure indigo sky seems out of reach,
the town shrouded in darkness tries
with all its might to suppress it .

Still, like a child, the tree continues to reach
for the brilliant, swirling cosmos above it.
Thick sadness and dispare keep pulling it back down to earth,
a bird with a broken wing.

Like its creator it is pulled between despair and hope, hope and despair.
In the swirling colors of blue, black, and grey on canvas,
Vincent’s struggle with the world lives on.

 

[kjkcool]

Here's a poem I did on the painting Starry Night by Van Gough we had to also hear the song done on it by the dude that sang American Pie...

On A Starry Night

Restless town,
turned ignorant and accusing
by the vast, spreading darkness.

A tree, still hopeful,
in the midst of deep despair,
reaches for the heavens,
where the clouds play with the stars
that are in glorious bloom,
hoping love and acceptance dwells there.

The pure indigo sky seems out of reach,
the town shrouded in darkness tries
with all its might to suppress it .

Still, like a child, the tree continues to reach
for the brilliant, swirling cosmos above it.
Thick sadness and dispare keep pulling it back down to earth,
a bird with a broken wing.

Like its creator it is pulled between despair and hope, hope and despair.
In the swirling colors of blue, black, and grey on canvas,
Vincent’s struggle with the world lives on.

Here's a picture of the painting
http://images.search.yahoo.com/sear...&no=1&tt=44,338&oid=5f15f9769880321a&ei=UTF-8

 

[PatriotsRule]

OMG! That's excellent, kjkcool! This was my favorite stanza:

"Still, like a child, the tree continues to reach
for the brilliant, swirling cosmos above it.
Thick sadness and dispare keep pulling it back down to earth,
a bird with a broken wing."

Is the tree reaching up a "bird with a broken wing" or is it something else? Just something that stuck me.

Great poem!

 

[HSMndLKfan92]

Poems! I need to write one.

Wow. I'm replyinig to myself

 

[Dragonlord11_7]

OMG! That's excellent, kjkcool! This was my favorite stanza:

"Still, like a child, the tree continues to reach
for the brilliant, swirling cosmos above it.
Thick sadness and dispare keep pulling it back down to earth,
a bird with a broken wing."

Is the tree reaching up a "bird with a broken wing" or is it something else? Just something that stuck me.

Great poem!

I interpreted it like the tree kept failing... Falling back like "a bird with a broken wing". I like poems, especially rhyming ones for some reason...

 

[kjkcool]

OMG! That's excellent, kjkcool! This was my favorite stanza:

"Still, like a child, the tree continues to reach
for the brilliant, swirling cosmos above it.
Thick sadness and dispare keep pulling it back down to earth,
a bird with a broken wing."

Is the tree reaching up a "bird with a broken wing" or is it something else? Just something that stuck me.

Great poem!

Thank you so much!It's like the tree represents Van Gough trying to get out of his depression and sadness to reach out for hope but never grasping it.Kinda like a bird witha broken wing thing,cause he keeps on trying...but...in the end...he kills himself so his wing never really mended.

 

[kjkcool]

I wrote three poems today in fifteen minutes during the time after my English test...
They're not excellent their okay....
FLAPPING IN THE WIND
I feel as if I've been flapping in the wind,
free of troubles,worries,
careless and foolish I was when my imagination let my mind to flap in the wind,
it always must be folded and molded in a new way,
and with the changes
my dreams and fantasies are left to themselfs,
flapping in the wind.

WORDS
Words mean nothing,
with age,the paper they are written on crumbles to dust,
The mouths they were uttered out of will one day decay,
so
Why can they get to us?
Why can they hurt so badly,tear you up inside,take your breath away with their hurtfulness?
Why words?

MIRROR
Mirror,mirror,on the wall
who truly is the fairest one of all?
Is she
slender,
graceful,
rosey cheeked,
with golden hair and pouty lips?
Or is she more?
Kind,
determined,
brave,hopeful,loving,true,selfless?
Who is the fairest one of them all?



See not great not terrible,decent for 15 minutes though!lol

 

[PatriotsRule]

Dude, I love your poetry! My favorite part of all those was this:

"my dreams and fantasies are left to themselves,
flapping in the wind."

Here's one of mine.

Walking the Wire:

They're walking high up on the wire
I'm left standing below
far, far below
I'm staring up at them
they're up so high
I want to be up there
walking among them
right behind them
right beside them
what must I do?
My heart is up there
I can feel it fly
It beckons me to follow
My soul and mind are up there
Sober yet high
They beckon me to follow
My body is still down here
It aches to be up there.
Walking that wire
My body and soul will ache
along with my heart
It won't stop till I'm there
'till I'm walking the wire.

 

[BeachBabi0]

one question (and im not trying to be disrespectful or anything..) but is poetry really writing? i mean, i guess that could make sense because there are books filled with poetry same as stories, but i cant help but wonder...

 

[dopeygirl156]

Yay more people who write i love to write and i can't seem to find anyone elese who loves to write as well. I agree with the writinh thread, i think its a good idea.

 

[BeachBabi0]

a writing thread would be great, but im not sure people would accually read anything posted there. id probably post a 20-page story ive written, and who would read that? i mean, everyone thats read it, loves it, but its also taken them all about an hour to read..

 

[StitchfansJr]

I don't care how many the pages are. If they include kids/teens from 11-18, I'll definitely read it.

 

[PatriotsRule]

a writing thread would be great, but im not sure people would accually read anything posted there. id probably post a 20-page story ive written, and who would read that? i mean, everyone thats read it, loves it, but its also taken them all about an hour to read..

You could always to it in installments or something. There are ways to do it.

 

[HSMndLKfan92]

I'm currently working on a poem that I'll never finish.

 

[Loves Disney]

one question (and im not trying to be disrespectful or anything..) but is poetry really writing? i mean, i guess that could make sense because there are books filled with poetry same as stories, but i cant help but wonder...

If there is even a single word in poetry, it is writing.

 

[DisneyGirl421]

I'm a writer! Or at least I like to write. lol

I write fanfiction. (yes I'm a dork like that...). I've been a member of fanfiction.net for almost three years now, and I currently have authored 22 stories there. Most are one-shots (short 1 chaptered stories), but I do have my huge 26-chapter masterpiece that took me a year and a half to write.
I mostly write for the Newsies fandom, but I do have three fics in the High School Musical fandom.
I don't think I'm going to post a link to my profile page, since I mostly write slash... *sheepish grin* lol. If you want it, PM me!

 

[pokemon_master]

I haven't gotten into Poetry much, but if you check the WPASADI board than you can see a nice post I made. I like to Rhyme.

Here is a Poem I just made
Of the top of my head,
I hope you will read it,
When I am tucked into bed.

Yes, Time differences mean,
That while you guys are awake,
I'll probably be asleep,
Not just taking a break.

This thread is quite nice,
It is worth 5 stars.
I'd give you more,
but the scale doesn't go that far.

There are so many teens,
with a good heart.
They'd post here from all corners,,
From Small, to Tall, and From dumb to Smart.

I'll think I'll end,
My story here,
I can't be bothered to think anymore,
So I'll leave the last sentance looking really silly by not rhyming and being really long...

 

[PatriotsRule]

Haha! Awesome poem! I loved it, 'cause it's for our humble little thread

 

[Sparx]

I'm a poet/creative writer/song writer.

Friction

Im screaming and crying.
Im watching hope dying.
Follow me now.
Dont ask me why or how.

Listen to my last gasping scream.
This is harder than it seemed.
Ive got a broken heart.
Ive been torn apart.

I blame you.
Look at what you put me through.
Im skating on thin ice.
Frictions not on my side.
Ive begun to slip and slide.

I dont know what you want me to say
except whyd it have to be this way?

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My Secret

I see you standing there,
You run your fingers through your hair.
Its like you know you tease me.
Its like you try to please me.

You glance around the room
Its enough to make me swoon.
You make me want to cry
You make me want to die.

You are that light that Ill never ever reach
You are that lesson that they forgot to teach.
You are suicide to me
And youre all I want to be.

But Ill never tell you.
Youll never know the hell Ive been through.
No, Ill never say.
Lets keep it that way.

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millions of miles traveled all by night
sunrise tunrs into faded yellow light
sing song lyrics over and over again
hope and love fade into forgiving sin

clicky key
just dark enough so I can't see
roaring waves
I've got no more lives left to save

Locks of curls spread over a pillow
just white enough to be like snow
fluttering eye lids
losing bids

sea blue eyes reflecting back
quickly thrown clothes, missing the rack
lip locked eyes
cosmestic lies

lose hope
cause you "cant cope"
give up on me
cause I "can't see"

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watch the sunset from behind the steering wheel
bright enough to kill
orange ball hung so high
glassy ocean of a sky
flip flopped feet on the dashboard
this is my rewards
wind in my hair
let me forget that I even care
I think back to years or so
god, has it been that logn ago?
who was I then?
who is going to win?
no responce to my "goodnight"
no responce when I turn out the light
are you there?
I run my fingers through your hair
hazel eyes glazed
staring off-dazed
nothign I say will bring you back
you'll return I'm confidant in that
I'm worried about you
but I guess you already knew

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Confessions of a super hero

"Its a thankless job"
they told me at the door
"sometimes even you
forget what youre fighting for"
I looked him in the eye,
"maybe. but I'll remember when I go to sleep and close my eyes"

Its a thankless job
that I do every day
But I'll still get up early and do it anyway
I was tired of the same old thing
so I wore a cape like a pair of wings

Its a thankless job
but I love it all teh same
It makes me feel like a kid in a game
I fight supervillans and scare monsters from under beds
so children can sleep and moms can rest their heads

Its a thankless job
but that doesn't change a thing
I'll continue on, if its just the same
I've got my own comics
and a TV series too

Its a thankless job
I knew it from the start
but that doesn't stop the spread of teenage fan art
so now i've got ot wonder
I've got fans from state to state

"its a thankless job"
when does that come into play
all day long thats all anyone will say
then I realize
the secrets behind their eyes

its a thankless job
really is the truth
all those older guises couldn't hide the million lies
Fairweather fans. thats all I've got
don't tell me that you're not

its a thankless job
yeah that one's true
and its all because of you
you make this job not worh the while
I blame you through a gritted teeth smile

its a thankless job
my fairweather friends
you who claim to stay till the end
but I guess now we know the truth
I'm not good enough for you
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I'm lying.

screaching sirens
screaming winds
running round
I just want to blend in

Lighting strikes in teh dead of night
midnight looks like noon day light
Bleeding on the inside, crying there too
keeping up a smile-because of you

I'm faking it now
you know that too
I dunno how
but I'll make it up to you

I promise I'm not lying
I swear I'm not crying
Theres nothing behind my eyes
Trust me, I'm not gonna die.

Let's play a game of pretend
nothing will be the same
and I swear
I'll let you win
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I could've sworn
that you said you loved me
so I said I loved you too
now I know
youre a liar
and I'm a fool

I could've sworn
that you weren't lying
so I didn't lie either
So now I know
it wasn't real
none of the god awful stuff I had to feel

I could've sworn
that you promised
till death do us part
but thats a lie
because you leave
after you break my heart

I could've sworn
richer or poorer
was a line that you played
guess that went down the drain
but youre okay
Its me who won't ever be the same

I could've sworn
on all these things
but swearing is against the rules
in this game we play
of pretend
so I'm gonna swear that all along, I knew.
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Conversations

Don't let me lay down
If I do I'll die
Don't let me stop now
If I do I'm gonna cry
Don't let me do this to you
you deserve more than me
Don't let me close your eyes
Keep them open and see.

Please, do what you want.
I'm willing, can't you see?
Please, take my hand.
Put it where you want it to be.
Please, whisper in my ear,
secrets only I get to hear.
Please, drag me behind you
Keep me close and near

Why would you ask me that?
Knowing I'd say yes
Why would you wonder
About the heart inside my chest?
Why would you beg?
I'll give in willingly
Why would you be blind?
Please open your pretty eyes and see.

I'm in your arms.
right here, right now
I'm resting my head on your shoulder.
Don't make me move it-I've forgotten how
I'm tired.
and you are too.
I'm in love
If only you knew.
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I am a goddess
That is what you said,
I am a goddess
But only in my head

you thought I didn't hear
The words pass your lips
you thought I didn't hear
that little bitty slip

its impossible for you to say
what I know is true
Its impossible for you to say
after waht I've been through

you can't tell me what I do or don't see
you can't tell me what its like to be me
You can't tell me what I do or don't see
youre never gonna know what its like to be.

I am a goddess
at least thats what you said
I am a goddess
But that might just be you whispering in my head