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Poems ... ??? anyone
does anyone write poems , or stories . just by curiosity .
sometimes I have really nothing to do , I grab a pencil and start scribbling on a piece of paper . Some stuff that comes out is kinda cool to me , but when I show it to my friends they all start laughing .
if you have anything to share , please do .
I'll post some of my stuff later .. when i get home .
I consider myself a poet.
I have written more than a thousand poems...grant it- it has taken me a LONG LONG TIME!!! But yeah, writing is a passion of mine.
yes. We used to have a rather TA Haiku Alliance...
then everyone went away.
I write....
I wrote this for the Forum of a Half-Life mod known as Vampire Slayer. They have a fiction section devoted to stories based on and inspired by the game Vampire Slayer. My favorite map in that game is vs_church, so I decided to write a short story....which came out to 6 pages...keep in mind, I did this on a whim...no pre-planning, nothing like that.....Here it is.
vs_church: Requiem
Pain. Pain was the only feeling in my mind, overrunning it like some mad stampede. I fought back the urge to release the tears from my tired, lightly-swollen eyes. I was on the verge of collapsing, and in a church, of all places. Only a few moments ago, one of the vampires we had been tracking had taken a swipe at me. Had it not been for Father Anderson, I�d probably be dead right now. Kelly had grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me to a confessional booth. She sat me down on the floor of the booth gently, then slowly opened the curtain, as if to survey the area. At that moment, I thought I heard a male scream�
I didn�t know if Father Anderson was still alive. The gash on my forehead invited a massive headache into my already fleeting mind. I still wondered if he was okay. I looked at Kelly, holding her Excalibur Vixen crossbow close to her chest. She was breathing heavily; no doubt dragging my injured carcass to this booth had exhausted her. I felt bad for her, but nowhere near as bad like how I felt for Father Anderson. If he was dead or dying, he�d pretty much sacrificed himself for me. I tried hard to ignore the pain, but it wasn�t working. I decided to try to talk to Kelly. �Hey, you see Father Anderson anywhere?� �I think he retreated somewhere else besides here�� ��God, I hope so�� I remembered thinking at that moment, Had Kelly lied to me? Had she known Father Anderson�s fate but instead lied to me to spare me the guilt? I wanted to question her more, but the pain was getting to me. I sighed. Sure could use a perkoset right about now. �You nuts? Those pills are dangerous as hell.� What the�? Had I said that out loud? I looked at Kelly; she was looking straight at me.
All I could muster was, �Huh?� �You were talking about perkosets. Those are bad for you.� �Oh�well, yeah, but lookit me now�I�m bad. Badly hurt, that is�� Kelly looked out the booth again. �Try not to talk, Billy. Just rest up.� I sighed again. It sounded quiet outside. Kelly tooka step out the booth. �Be back in a second,� she whispered. I nodded slowly in acknowledgment. She crept out of the booth, keeping her head low and checking every possible angle. I sincerely hoped she would be all right. My eyes felt heavy. I wanted to sleep so badly. Never in my entire life had I been so friggin� tired. I mustn�t sleep. I thought. The darkness in the booth was consuming me. I can�t�.just�cant. I wasn�t sure how long I was out, but I was awoken by a very loud high-pitched scream. I looked about the booth; Kelly hadn�t come back yet. No. Oh, please God, NO. I fored myself up to my feet. I felt slightly dizzy; guess I stood up too quickly, and this wound sure as hell wasn�t helping any. I felt like I was on spaghetti legs. Damn�wish I had a weapon. At least I�d go out putting up some kinda fight. I thought that over. Christ almighty. I don�t wanna friggin� die. I hobbled over to the booth�s curtains where Kelly had just been standing before me a short while ago. That was when I stepped on something.
Looking down, a dull shine emanated from under my sneaker. I bent over slowly to pick it up; it was a small handgun. From the etching, I was able to determine that it was an H&K P7M10 with 40. caliber Smith and Wesson rounds loaded.
More than just decent stopping power, I thought. Sure as hell kicks a nine millimeter�s ass. A round had already been chambered. It was not light but not too heavy either. I liked the feeling of the cold steel in my hands. I grinned arrogantly and yanked back the curtain of the booth, ready to blast any bloodsuckers that dared to get in my way. I was greeted by silence and a gentle wind. Nothing moved. A hole in the once majestic ceiling allowed me to bathe in the pure moonlight. I almost felt at peace. I heard a wolf howling in the distance; I made my way to the front door. Surprisingly, they were still shut. I turned for brief second to glance at the altar; the Holy image on the stained glass struck me with its crisp, pure beauty. It seemed to be the most beautiful thing in here, amidst all this bloodshed and death. All this fighting�all these battles�all to uphold what this image stands for. God help my soul, I thought. Help me get through this nightmare. I pushed the front doors open.
They emitted a loud, creaking sound. It made me cringe. Besides that, everything was still quiet. Too quiet; I didn�t like it one damn bit. Pressing myself against the cold stone wall, I moved as quietly as possible towards the side of the church. I watched for vampires at every angle possible. It was starting to get cold. Damned weather, I thought. There was a corner coming up. I wonder if�I slowed my approach. Who knew what could be around that corner. I took a long, deep breath and rounded it.
Oh, NO. The sight that greeted my eyes made me freeze in place, and my heart crack into pieces. Kelly was on the ground, pale as snow and blood everywhere. At first I couldn�t see a wound, but upon closer inspection, I saw that her neck and lower chest had been bitten. Her flat stomach had been slashed by one of the vampire�s claws. I felt a severe pain in my throat as I checked her up close. Dear Lord, I thought. Why? At that moment, I felt the coldest chill run down my spine and my body turning to ice as something happened. Sound. Music. Music? Music was playing, and it sounded like organ music. The church? I looked at Kelly while the music played. Tears were about to come from my eyes but this time I wouldn�t fight them back. I just looked at her.
She was lying on her stomach, head turned towards the side, but her face was difficult to see, as she had been slain in the shadows of the monstrous hedges that surrounded the church. I thought to myself, maybe it would be better if I didn�t see her face. I�d probably come apart if I did. Tears fell from my eyes and landed on her back. �I�m sorry�� I whispered to her. �I�m so sorry.� I said a quick prayer for her and got back up. About 2 yards away from her fallen form was her crossbow; the stake-arrow was still loaded. Blast it. She didn�t even get a shot in. The bastard musta have ambushed her real good. I put the H&K pistol in my belt carefully and grabbed the crossbow. �I�ll get him for you,� I told Kelly.
The music continued to play; it was making me very uneasy. Damn it. I was feeling rage swell up inside of me. I want the vampire who killed her, and I want the slime ball NOW. I held the crossbow in my left hand and took the H&K pistol from under my belt and held that in my right hand. I won�t accept failure; I am going to kill this piece of crap. I moved quickly back towards the doors of the church. They were still wide open. I scanned what I could from the outside; still seemed clear. I went in. Nothing but the music. I was looking about the entire room, double-checking for vampires who could be hiding on the beams, or in the rows of benches. The balcony that had the organ was a flight up. I headed for the west side of the building; the confessional booth where I had spent my last moments with Kelly was on the east side. The doors were there as well; I could feel my senses sharpening up again. I felt more awake and aware than before.
The stairs curved towards the right, and blindly. Disadvanage for me, I thought. But I have to see what is causing the organ to play, although I hada pretty good idea what it was�I went up the stairs, crossbow leading me up. The music was hauntingly beautiful, but just the fact that it should NOT have been playing was what made me sort of despise it. So far there weren�t any unexpected surprises during my trip on the stairs. I arrived on the balcony. A massive pipe organ stood before me; and before that was a chair which looked more like a throne. If anyone was playing it, they�d be seated in that thing, for sure. I slowly approached it; I saw arms in black sleeves stretched out, hands protruding from them stroking the keys of the organ. The hands were gloved as well. The organ stopped. When I got to see who it was, I almost fainted. It was Father Anderson.
�Oh my God, Father Anderson�?� I said weakly. I looked at his face. It was in the shadows because of the organ�s towering form. �Yes�� �Are you all right?� �Yes�I�m fine�� �Oh, I�m glad�Kelly�She�s�� That was when he screamed and lunged for me. I saw gleaming white coming from his mouth; FANGS. I tried to dive out of his way but instead rammed myself into the unforgiving stone wall, left shoulder first. I hollered in pain; the crossbow fell to the ground. �NO!� Father Anderson was a vampire, and now he was after me. He moved extremely quickly, but I managed to concentrate and aim the P7M10 pistol at him. I fired 3 rounds. The first one missed; the second hit him in the ribs. He hissed angrily. The third hit his neck. That seemed to anger him even more. �CRAP!� I screamed, and I scrambled to get my crossbow back. He was still in pursuit of me, but I was lucky as the devil and somehow dodging every single one of his lunges.
I got the crossbow in my hand, and was about to make a break for the stairs when I realized, he would catch me there, somehow. I decided on something insane; I went over to the balcony�s ledge and dropped my pistol and crossbow. I prayed hard that the crossbow wouldn�t fire; I then leaped over the ledge myself. I held on until I felt Father Anderson�s hand grab one of mine. I let go and fell; I did my best to shift my body in the air so I would land back first instead of leg first so I wouldn�t break my legs. The fall was so ridiculously fast; I slammed into the ground below on my side, and I felt at least two ribs crack. Well, I lucked out, I thought. Better my ribs than my back�I got up and felt the pain. I pushed the sensation away and concentrated on the task at hand. I went to reclaim my weapons; they weren�t far off. I got them back into my trembling hands and saw Father Anderson leaping off the organ balcony like a fearless stuntman.
I moved away from him towards the altar as fast as I could. He came after me. I kept the crossbow out of sight; hopefully he�s not too fixed on it. This is my ace in the hole. He growled like a beast as he started to sprint towards me as I watched him from the altar, keeping my thoughts and feelings on him. I must kill him. It�s either him or me, and I ain�t just going to surrender my life. I�ll fight first. I was backed up into the corner of the altar; I crouched down and groaned in pain loudly. I would try to catch Anderson off guard. Make him think that the fall I took had taken more out of me than it actually had. The pain was severe, indeed, but if I could keep moving, than it wasn�t all that bad. I watched as Father Anderson leaped up and onto the altar level where I was. His face was totally not of the man I knew tonight. The humanity was all gone.
I feigned more weakness to him; �No, stay away!� He grinned and said nothing. He was about 15 feet away from me. I needed him closer so I could get a good vantage point of his heart, where I was planning on firing the stake-arrow. I felt more anger inside me. He killed Kelly. Wait, is that true? I had no idea what made me think that, but it was what I needed to keep my concentration and focus razor sharp. He was walking towards me now. 10 feet. NOW. I lifted the H&K pistol and fired some more rounds at him; they tore into his legs, stomach and one even got him in the head, but he kept coming. He became enraged and started moving fast again. That was when I dropped the pistol, took the crossbow with both hands, aimed for his chest, and fired.
The silent shot flew; I had instinctively closed my eyes, just in case I had screwed up and was about to die. The pistol was out of ammo and I had no more stake-arrows. I would have been dead anyway, but at least I tried. I still felt myself here. I opened my eyes; Father Anderson stood before me, the stake lodged into his heart. A perfect shot. His mouth wide-open, and blood erupted from it as he screamed. His body exploded into little bits of gore. He was exterminated. I picked the pistol back up and put it in my pocket. I walked slowly off of the altar, towards the doors and back towards Kelly�s body. I picked up her body and went back towards the car she had driven earlier. I would bury her, take some time to recover and then come back to find the vampire who turned Father Anderson and had possibly killed Kelly. I felt nothing but pain, but it was a more welcome feeling than the sorrow and anguish inside me for the loss of such a great female slayer and friend. One thing was for sure, this wasn�t over. Not until this bastard was dead.
The End�
�for now.
Completed @ 3:33 A.M. By Legend187DA.
*EDIT* The original completion date was January 18th, just for the record.
hmmmm....my stuff's a bit shorter than ^^ 
He�s growing slowly tired
Tired of the drama
Tired of trying to sleep away
The pain he has been dealt
One night he can�t sleep well
The next he cannot think
The next he watches crimson
Swirling down the sink
His schoolmates start to wonder
If he�s right inside
If he�s hiding something
Or what he has to hide
His parents ask him nightly
If there�s anything they can do
He seems upset and tired they say
But he resists the truth
He seeks a means of solace
A refuge from the rain
The heavy downpour of criticism
That orchestrates his pain
One day he�ll find himself
Too weary from the stroll
And the following morning�s news informs us
How he finally lost control
most of my stuff's written with guitar parts, as i'm a musician
woot to expression of mind through words
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| Originally posted by mezzir hmmmm....my stuff's a bit shorter than ^^ most of my stuff's written with guitar parts, as i'm a musician woot to expression of mind through words |
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| Originally posted by mezzir hmmmm....my stuff's a bit shorter than ^^ He�s growing slowly tired Tired of the drama Tired of trying to sleep away The pain he has been dealt One night he can�t sleep well The next he cannot think The next he watches crimson Swirling down the sink His schoolmates start to wonder If he�s right inside If he�s hiding something Or what he has to hide His parents ask him nightly If there�s anything they can do He seems upset and tired they say But he resists the truth He seeks a means of solace A refuge from the rain The heavy downpour of criticism That orchestrates his pain One day he�ll find himself Too weary from the stroll And the following morning�s news informs us How he finally lost control most of my stuff's written with guitar parts, as i'm a musician woot to expression of mind through words |
I would love to hear anything else you written, lol, post on this thread more often . Great job with the poem/song though
nice stuff guys ...
as for the untitled (all my pieces are untitled ) piece up there, its a pretty simple chord structure, simple strumming
022100
002120
back and forth during stanzas 1,2,4 and 5
during 3 and 6 (chorus type thingies), go to a 6-7-1 dealie
CM, DM, am
CM, DM, EM
Here is a very short poem I wrote...don't ask me what it's about....
Black as night,
Pale as white,
The truth be untold,
Very hard to behold,
Thought I found something,
But instead my heart is bleeding,
The search begins anew,
To seek out one of the chosen few,
To finally put a fitting rest,
For the one who was the best.
Hmm...mine's the shortest of all.
That didn't come out right...anyways, here's something I wrote up when I was feeling pissed.
I hate all haikus
Boring and restrictive - just
like the wintertime
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| Originally posted by Tranc3 Hmm...mine's the shortest of all. That didn't come out right...anyways, here's something I wrote up when I was feeling pissed. I hate all haikus Boring and restrictive - just like the wintertime |
hmmm more stuff
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| no title yet And as I lay beside you Your breathing slow and deep I know that I belong The moment I fall asleep And the moment I awake And you�re still there at my side I can look into those eyes And feel I�ve nothing to hide There are no words to pass Between lovers busy with sleep Talk conveys emotions But dreams are far more deep The sincerest emotions of all Come across beneath the covers Asleep, awake, or in between It�s all a dream to lovers |
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| still no titles I miss you so bad But I don�t know your face Or the way that you smile Or even your race For many a year You ran through my dreams Just a silhouette Making me scream I need you with me I need you so bad I need you here, right now If you�re even there Anywhere at all As dreams from before Fade from memory, so true� I�m forgetting your beauty I�m forgetting about you There won�t be another To take your place There won�t be another To fill blank space So now I must love Someone out of fear Of living my life Knowing you�re not here |
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| It always seems to be too little too late Young people these days got the power to demonstrate And the knowledge and the conscience to act as the world�s leader But common sense only seems to come in simple meter Its just too late to move to a new direction Of peace love and unity, devoid of misconception To be honest, to be true, is the hardest thing of all But its too little too late, I guess we�re doomed to fall |
This is a compilation that was made of many Drunk Orbax posts
dude, pro..16? I was totally thinking that you were legal. On a level I agree with that guy
who called you young, because experience comes with age. yet the ages pass and we gain experience?
When did man land on the moon and when did we stop inscribing runes? I dont think we did...word
Pro...word
u know what? 5 you rock and minus the 5 because YEAHH... besides being as an elf you disregard the
self and go on goin like a whore (just kiddin) on heroin. yet the self stays the same and whenever
the game...gets sick of you, you got sick first, and quenched your thirst for...justice, on that of
a half baked justice, smokin the pot, startin ri-ots, 9th district? more like 90th dick right? fucking
old whores settlin the scores of an old apothecary, yet the hairy armpits may scare away the youth
of today. we say what the fuck. my friend, yet we listen to 107.7 the end my friend listenin to
things goin to de-cay and i must say that while we may all sit and bob our heads and as we sit
there we twist our dreads, we give the goverment the power and we forget the symbol of the flower.
That which gives peace through pacifism, will now be the burning bridge betwixt the chasm of our
selves. All packaged up and placed on the shelves, saying "Whatever you say massa. Who am I to grasp
at your power?"
we sit here and stagnate while the stags run the senate, who will run the world my friend? or
should I say, who will ruin the world, Fiend??
para what para to the l to the e.l.l.e.d... rememeber the double l. fucking burps and hiccoughs...
for it is a cough. do you excuse yourself or bless yourself? or look around waitng for
another to give you the name of GOD thus bringin yourself closer to heaven though a sneeze, you
hypocrite. that is right, or is that write? for through the word you choose your destiny be it God or
Satan or none of the above. Yet you test your skills diligently with semantics when that is all
they are...antics... of the word. you juggle and grin and whilst you sin you sit there and ridicule
saying we were made from the gene pool, you grab at the slime and the dust when all God asks for
is a little trust, fuck all those misgivings, because, God, I THANK YOU for living...
we all care about PP... or pee pee because we must? or the necessity causes a must... e
smell if we leave it to hell to decide the fate of the sweet canadian party principate which is
a word my friend although as you descend you might disagree or maybe you are just sick of pee?...
in your pants or lack of romance? the hate that consumes your soul takes its toll and strikes at
your face like mace but without the bite, without the blight, it simply strikes and says fuck you,
you he-brew are is it juyst blind hate that in which you participate and decide to judge an throw
the drudge?
my friend canada is not so far off but in fact it merely rolls off of the slander on thy tongue and
when youre young you think to see, and see to think, but when you contemplate...you forget that hate
and think of love, 10000 free and signing? or is it a dove dining on thy hate? abate less ye be
found wanting... and spend the rest of your life haunting...yourself for eternity, wishing for some
disparity between your imagined hell and the smell in which you are surrounded and by the spiders
crawling up your leg you are hounded
when will it stop he asks? while satan in his hatred basks, HATE ON YE FAITHFUL MINE, as yer skin
doth redly shine. HATE ON MY FOUL FRIENDS OF YORE and we will rejoice forever more
forever more quoth the raven or was it God, pushing you away from haven? HAVEN ?? or heaven? he
pushed you away from your IMAGINED haven and instead poked fun at your soul the craven saying STAND
UP you man, from which i created, and forget all of those ye have hated
instead, LOVE is that which i doth preach, and it is YOUR goal, my son, forever to teach
peace
Yeahhhhhh
really nice poems . would really make good songs with right melody
here is some my stuff . I dont even know if they are poems . just kinda stories about something ...
full size pictures can be found at www.shiftedreality.com
touche 
posted as a URL cause the pic's kinda big
I am currently undertaking "Writing Poetry" as an elective at uni and this thread is absolute gold 
Please give feedback
The Result of a 4-Wall Prison
I just need some inspiration
That's it
Some inspiration
In a nation with an occupation
Of Jews, blacks, whites, and reds
Why is it so hard to get my mind fed?
Instead I sit complacent, contemplating life and what it means
Should it be this way?
I mean I'm only 17
If I had to draw one conclusion
With this marker called my brain
It'd be that these Christians aren't that insane
God is a man
A male who
Without fail causes war, famish, and pestilence
And if that really is the body of Christ kept in its
Secure encasing in the back room
So it stays safe from anyone whom -
Like me, wants to destroy it and decree "YOU'RE FREE" so everyone
Who wasted time denying their gay son
Could see the real light -
The sun
It provides everything with warmth ESPECIALLY when it's cold -
Not turning away like SOME things in the sky
I know it probably means less, but if I had to take a guess...
...it would be She (!) lives up there on the sun, not getting credit for being bold
'Cause my mom always took are of me when I had a cold
Cause for Alarm
I sleep with the lights on 'cause it's known to give you nightmares
And I'd rather be scared and go insane inside my brain
Than try to coexist
In a world that consists
Of unprotected sex, smokers breath and Stridex
And fake breasts
Which reveal assets once unknown
Trying to stand alone as just another clone
After obligatory hellos
No middle ground remains
Save for an undying hope of certainty
And a worry of change
So I'll keep waiting for you
At the end of this line
But unfortunately I have to wake up
And realize that
Sometimes
Hey hey, I'm waitin' for some feedback on the tiny poem I wrote...I can wait on the story one, since that's a lil big....but I don't wanna wait TOO long, now.....
Feedback, people, feedback!!!!
A Nihilistic No-tion of Nothing:
Rocking in no chair, "I"
Dumb to timeless ticks of never's clock,
Half stand and half sit.
Nature's existance poofs out of sight
With a black flash.
The never beginning, time defying flash
Of what never was and what would never be.
I sat there not rocking in no chair.
Wasting nothing, wasthing the me "I" never was.
Does anyone in here know anything about writting ghazals? they're so hard. Damn english
about a girl..
I thought I loved her and she felt same
But we're not the only players in this game
A host of troubles, a world of pain
All but us, deserve the blame
It's always the girl that I can't have
But always her, that wants me back
A flower has wilted, a dream has died
Always for the answer, look inside
They never loved me back, only played
With the heart of a lover, on display
All things lost, another day
It's always the lover, that has to pay.
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| Originally posted by Percy about a girl.. I thought I loved her and she felt same But we're not the only players in this game A host of troubles, a world of pain All but us, deserve the blame It's always the girl that I can't have But always her, that wants me back A flower has wilted, a dream has died Always for the answer, look inside They never loved me back, only played With the heart of a lover, on display All things lost, another day It's always the lover, that has to pay. |
I wrote this almost instantly after I found out all that shit. I also wrote this chorus to a nice bluesy song I'm gonna do in my band.
She's got a man
And he said he'll shoot me down
Always the case when it's love I've found
sweet sweet
I play guitar. I know how it goez...
i love to write songs and poems.
I have way too many to post up here. I posted a poem in this thread, and nada
so screw posting more lol
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