Official Writer's Thread

[PatriotsRule]

Second page? Oh my goodness . . .

CheezDoodle, that was great! Don't worry about length, it was good

 

[catycatcat4]

alonely
Sinking down so no one can tell that im sitting here in this lonesome hell they pass me by like cars on a high way oh how I wish for a friend to come my way
I fake a smile hope this life is worth my while im being stepped on like a tile they think I sit here alone because my friends are not near oh how I try not too shed a tear
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[PatriotsRule]

Dude, that's good! "Oh how I try not to shed a tear" I liked that.

 

[catycatcat4]

Dude, that's good! "Oh how I try not to shed a tear" I liked that.

ty i wrote it on the bus on a feild trip siting in the back of the bus alone so yea im weird like that its my first poem

 

[Dragonlord11_7]

Eh... I remembered one from awhile back. It was called "The Chase".

The sun turns its back
The moon slowly shuffles out
The chase continues.

More improv...
As I sit here, pondering the mystery of the world,
I stumble across a vision of a desecrated Earth,
Eager to learn more, I enter into it
Soaking in the absolute silence of the dead planet.

I dig deeper within this vision and learn the cause for all of this
With a cry of dismay, I try to seal this prophecy
But it lingers, anxious to set the clock in motion
I manage to lock this away within the confounds of my mind.

It lingering still, I begin to sweat profusely
And soon I'm a heap of nerves
Consumed by grief
And it becomes clear, in that moment, what I truly had done.

The tears of grief I had cried, soon turned to joy
As I watched the prophecy continue what it tried to show
A tendril of green had swept across the barren land
And the dying Earth was reborn of tears.

 

[PatriotsRule]

Of all that, I loved this the most:

"A tendril of green had swept across the barren land
And the dying Earth was reborn of tears."

Overall, very nicely done

 

[DollfieDreams]

because i dont want to see it die.

i shall now torture you all with some of my personal crap. joyous. these were all written quite a while ago, but they still mean something to me. even if that meaning is a tad bit of an annoyance or something close to it.

Mode of Eve

Points of breathless silk fan about the golden middle, gritty with reproductive dust. Intersecting lines of deep yellow shadow through the others transparent form. A sunflower of sweet innocence. It graces our window sill with a cheery sort of presence. It used to make me smile. It does not make me smile any longer.

It has turned its golden-head away from the window full of fingerprint smudges and freezing rain water. It feels like it's raining all over the world when it rains here. But does the world hang its sunny head when everything goes gray? Void of color, emotion, sound, and feeling. Gray makes my heart hurt. But you never did.

Your breathing brings me solace. It makes me remember you're still here. I like to remember everything about you. Your image, scent, voice, presence, I remember it all. It feels like I don't have to remember anything, but deep down I know I should. But it's so hard to remember things which once made you happy with tears. You always block out the memories with tears.

Even if they were happy memories.

You remind me of the rain. Cold, but so pure. It washes away everything bad in this world. Everything that ever made me hurt. You washed it away. My rain.

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

That sounds silly. But it's true. Besides, I was always acting silly, wasn't I? I don't remember me anymore. The only thing that fills my head with thoughts and dreams is you. But, I suppose that is silly too.

You always did call me a little fool. But I'd smile for you anyway. I loved to smile for you. I loved to make you laugh. It made me feel wanted, needed, warm. It made me happy. But, that's selfish of me.

You told me you only wanted me to be happy. But then I lost your scent, your image, your voice, your presence. You left to make me happy.

It was too late to tell you that you were what made me happy.

you make me happy, when skies are gray

I feel so stupid when I reach for you now and grasp nothing. I feel stupid when I look over our old scribbles and pictures, our dreams. I feel stupid when I hear our song. I feel stupid when I drive by your house and yearn to stop but my foot on the gas pedal never lets up. I feel stupid for crying over you gone when it was all my fault.

All my fault.

I told you I loved you. I ruined it all didn't I? I'm such a foolish, silly person, huh? That's what you'd call me now, I know it. I've ruined my chances ten fold. Because I just couldn't bring myself to tell you.

To tell you, that you were my happiness. My everything I ever needed.

you'll never know dear, how much i love you

The pretty sunflower has wilted and died now, leaving behind an empty skeleton of the beautiful feeling it once gave off. It died because of me. Without you, I never watered it, never wanted it to grow. I wanted things to stay the same. I wanted time to stand still.

I wanted to remember everything the way it was when I lost my happiness. When I lost my rain.

When I lost you.

please dont take my sunshine away

-end


Rainiest Day of the Year

I never imagined our eyes would meet over the noise.

In between the moving cars, rushing to get to places unknown, I saw her. She was leaning against a light post, a cigarette pressed between her lips and her eyes trained on the wet ground. Yeah, I'm not one of those romantic types that believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in fate. And fate had decided to turn his lovely head my way on the rainiest day of the year.

Any other person would've completely bypassed her, but not me. She caught my attention, and it wasn't just because of her loud way of dressing or the way she cocked her hat slightly to the side of her head. There was just this aura about her, begging to be looked at, to be talked to, to be felt.

And I'd be lost to it all if anyone else had the chance to do it first.

Our eyes had met then, as I was contemplating walking across and approaching her. It seemed as if I hadn't the need to think anymore. Droplets of fat raindrops smashed into the ground around me, dribbled down my face and over the neck of my bass, but how could I care? The most beautiful and troubled looking thing in the world was looking at me, and for a moment, I knew that I was the only thing that was on her mind.

And just like that, she looked away, flicking the ashes off her near gone cigarette.

I almost felt heartbroken, as ridiculous as it may seem. But nothing could stop me now. For that one moment, as fleeting as it was, we were the only two people in the world. And I intended for it to always be that way.

I crossed the street quickly, dodging taxis, vans and sports cars, my eyes set firmly in front of me. If she saw me coming, she didn't chicken out and run away. For this, I held a little victory dance inside my head, proud that maybe she was interested. Proud that I had worn my good shirt and "hot pants" today. Though, that morning, I hadn't known what had provoked me to do so.

When I turned to face her, I hesitated. I knew a hesitation in life could cost someone everything they ever wanted, but I was not going away without at least speaking to her. It's not everyday you spot "the one".

But she turned to me then, a smile dancing on her pierced lips. I felt myself falter for a moment, nearly taken away by that simple, and charming little smile. She looked so childish, so innocent, but behind her dark eyes I could see a mischievous little imp dying to be let loose.

"My name's Midori," she said and came towards me, her hands shoved into her pants pockets. I swallowed and tried to play it off as suave as I could.

"Ash...," I replied, happy that my voice wasn't shaking like the butterflies in my stomach were.

"You play bass?" she asked, eyeing somewhere over my shoulder and I just mindlessly nodded. She let out a little giggle, and I showed her a smirk of my own.

"Come with me, ne? There's some people I think you'd be interested in meeting," she said, then walked past me, a little bounce in her step.

I stared at her back sideways for a moment before slowly following. 'You only live once' I thought and stuffed my hands into my pockets. 'And it's amazing what you can find on the rainiest day of the year.'

-end.

 

[PatriotsRule]

Thank goodness it didn't die! Anyway, I really loved the first one. Just the flow of everything was fantastic. Loved them both!