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Since thisnotalt( pretty sure I got the spelling wrong) suggested it, I think I will create a thread just to post my stories. Ok now to find them... *Digs deep into the AMW Section to find his stories*
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Thinking of possibly writing something longer than a short story. Perhaps twenty pages, thirty, a novel? I'm not clear at this moment.
Where does he live?
Wherever the carnival moves.
*has sufficient reason to hate you*
*you probably get off lightly 'cause I'm so happy right now*
I'm writing two novels right now. . . .
It's a slow and painstaking process, but it's awesome.
Shiver and drown in Flanders mud
Flanders was a WWI trench system, where several large battles took place. Numerous poems were also written from Flanders.
I'm writing two novels right now. . . .
It's a slow and painstaking process, but it's awesome.
Its hard, but what really stinks is the Novel I was writing on my step-dads laptop, he turned it in when he switched companies, so the first 5 chapters are gone and there too long to re write, not that I can remember them anyways...
I'll search the laptop, 'cause maby they transfered the files, though I doubt it. Company secrets and what not...
Flanders was a WWI trench system, where several large battles took place. Numerous poems were also written from Flanders.
Finally, someone who knows his history! Totally...Flanders was a bloody bloody place...
*has sufficient reason to hate you*
I have chemistry lesson in the lag tomorrow. They have scales, I can weigh out 97.5mg easily. Oh no, I'll just take the whole damn bottle, since it would be faster and more efficient. Or probably two bottles.
And I'll heat out the Copper nitrate with windows shut for added effect.
Ever wondered if a Drug Lord can write poems? Well, here's one, though I'm no drug lord.
Carry This Well
Carry this well, carry death,
Carry this little black bag,
Carry this well, Devil's theft,
Carry this with your white flag.
Silent sniff of white magic,
Hush; don't let Bobby tag along,
One breathe all bubbling and ecstatic,
Hush or iron bars not before long.
Carry this well, carry death,
Carry this little black bag,
Carry this well, Devil's theft,
Carry this with your white flag.
Shifty eyes on the back lanes,
Clandestine operation by my cats,
All night long, plane or train,
The Cartels are full with my hats.
Carry this well, carry death,
Carry this little black bag,
Carry this well, Devil's theft,
Carry this with your white flag.
Crossing all guarded borders,
Flashing blue light and siren blares,
They get it done on the Czar's orders,
What a pretty game of musical chairs.
Carry this well, carry death,
Carry this little black bag,
Carry this well, Devil's theft,
Carry this with your white flag.
My lads are roaming in the gloaming,
Get high on those crops we raise,
In these hands dough is rolling,
And slump down in a drowsy daze.
Carry this well, carry death,
Carry this little black bag,
Carry this well, Devil's theft,
Carry this with your white flag.
I have chemistry lesson in the lag tomorrow. They have scales, I can weigh out 97.5mg easily. Oh no, I'll just take the whole **** bottle, since it would be faster and more efficient. Or probably two bottles.
And I'll heat out the Copper nitrate with windows shut for added effect.
DO YOU KNOW HOW NOT-FUNNY THAT IS?!
SERIOUSLY!
YOU MAKE ME SO DAMN ANGRY!!!
I was actually JOKING but now you just...
I don't even know what to say here.
*hurt*
*leaves thread*
When life throws you down,
Hearken and look around.
Life is such a beautiful thing,
The angels in heaven still sing.
When it hurts the worst,
Think not of the Curse.
It will pass in the end,
The wounds will heal and mend.
When you feel like hiding,
Halt the darkness is nothing.
It will pass without fail,
Leaving naught but a trail.
When the pain overcomes,
Its fierce grip will not numb.
A spark of welcome light,
And gone is the infernal blight.
Life will go on forever,
But depression will never endeavor.
The storm will fade,
And happiness will flow instead.
Comments are open again. For what reason? I don't know.
My mind is kind of on a flat line now....
Right right....I need to do spring cleaning, which means going through the thread and listing what I posted. Soon. And the thread is big.
*Crawls into bed* *curls up* *hugs pillow* *cries* *hides under covers* * sobs to sleep*
Finally, someone who knows his history! Totally...Flanders was a bloody bloody place...
Exactly, and thanks m8 . Theres one special poem I'm thinking of, but cant remember the name. Something along the lines of 'Poppys grow at Flanders' or something. Really quite a sad poem, but excentlly written.
My mind is kind of on a flat line now....
*beeeeeeep*
Nurse! He's flat lining!
*pounds on chest*
Think! Think!
*pulls out shock pads*
Clear!
*applies to fore head*
*beep beep beep*
And so the list comes. Ans so all the hurt I have known all along comes back.
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Berry Pomeroy Castle (Story)
The Bagpiper (Story)
Guardian Angel I (Story)
Teaser for Guardian Angel II (Poem)
Second Teaser for Guardian Angel II (Quoted text)
A Werewolf and the Moon (Poem)
Depression (Poem)
Guardian Angel II (Story)
Like Suicide (Poem)
It aches (Poem)
You think I'm nothing but I'm not (Poem)
Titanic (Poem)
Pain Pain Go Away (Poem)
Storm in me (Poem)
Ring Around the Rosies (Poem)
Thirteen Ways to Kill Me (Poem)
A Forlorn Period, A Burst Of Emotions , Cause No One Cares And No One Cries (Poem)
Back to Reality (Poem)
Clown in The Tower (Story)
Hearts (Poem)
Back Lanes (Poem)
This is My Winter (Poem)
Now Or Never, Now And Forever (Story)
I'm Not Afraid To Die (Poem)
Teaser to âThe Villageâ(Sequel to Now Or never, Now And Forever) (Quoted Txt)
I'm Not Afraid To Die (Revised)
I Don't Impress Myself (Poem)
Death Scene (Poem)
I Look But I See Nothing Poem)
Untitled Poem on Suicide (Poem)
Death Is But Another Step (Poem)
Only Fools Cry (Poem)
We Walk On Complexities (Poem)
Yonder Stands That House (Poem)
Once Broken Considered Sold (Poem)
Once Broken Considered Sold(Revised)
Russian Roulette (Poem)
Loss (Poem)
This is What I'll Always Do I Promise (Poem)
Was It All Worth It? (Poem)
Untitled Poem on War and Death (Poem)
Carry This Well (Poem)
Untitled Poem on the Bright Side of Life (Poem)
Ever wondered what a poet does when he disregards all sense of convetional poetry? Wonder no more. :'(
Inner Dystopia
It's not the nuclear blast from sweet Satan,
It's not the machine guns' burst of Hell,
It's not the unending sickening starvation,
It's not the foul yellow mustard gas,
It's not the explosive presents from Heaven,
These petty things matter not.
The World's in shambles again,
Pools of mud, pus and blood.
Just a lone survivor in the horizon,
His life sweeps before his eyes.
Goddamn it, it's me whom I fear.
I know I made it difficult for all,
But sometimes I can only cry and crawl.
To grasp at a sliver of kind human treatment,
A link to life amidst the bowels of disappointment.
I dance with my melancholy,
Where's the knife to cut me free?
A never-ending cycle of joy and hurt,
With the Devilâs daughter I flirt.
I'm sorry but the Elders' have an iron grip on me,
I'd suffocate 'fore I manage to flee.
I've made it hard for you,
But my life you have no clue.
Perhaps it's time to let go,
It just upsets you I know.
My mind a dry desolate land,
Where none will grow and none will tend.
It's a bomb-cratered road,
The grounds slippery it erodes.
I just want to GFTO,
But itâs no use for the blood to flow.
I'll give anything you say,
Just to escape for one bloody day.
I'm sorry for being an over-clinging bastard,
My heart's just flattened and flustered.
It's a brutal war in my brain,
Too complex to mention and explain.
Bitter January took him away,
My other real friend's encased in clay.
Shook me hard and slow,
Dealt me a shattering blow.
A Dystopia that won't end,
Those monsters I have to fend.
Screw those Gothic works of mine,
Nothing but depressed thoughts entwined.
No good comes of them all,
Just more anguish for us all.
Fuck this love feeling of mine,
All it does is to rub more brine.
I'd crush that vain crush,
Cause it makes you cringe and blush.
This irrational silly envy,
The clinging feeling of jealousy.
I never fail to try and make others happy,
But it seems I am the chief malady.
Lock me into a stony sepulcher,
And leave the mangy furred cur.
I'm sorry I'm acting like a jerk,
But I hate the jeers and smirks.
Fifteen years of pure hard work,
Fifteen years of working like a clerk.
Those tottering stacks crash like hailstones,
Onto my bleached skull and bones.
Only my works offer salvation,
Which I take without hesitation.
A plunge into the devouring fire,
Before my Universe expires.
Those controlling pairs of hands,
Steer me from making amends.
Surviving is hard without this spell,
Drown me in the deep blue well.
People I've known for long,
Would slay me for a song.
It's a dark Dystopia in me,
And I'm sure the Ghosts will agree.
When all my dreams come to halt,
I've already lain on the asphalt.
I'll just drift into eternal sleep,
What's more in my life to keep?
Chainsaws of death and despair,
Surround me in It's Lair.
Sorry for being an idiot ass,
To take my shit and swallow my sass.
Feed this life to the ghouls,
I'm the Chief of the Nazgul.
What's the use of living if you ain't free?
Dystopia soaked deep in me.
Now that even you're gone,
The empty black robes I will don.
I really don't have any real Comrade,
One who does not put up a façade.
Fifteen years of this unless fear,
And I only allow myself a single tear.
A ghetto of mistrust and hate,
Perhaps it's just my unlucky fate.
I write a rush of blackened feelings,
Oh God just stop my killing.
I know you feel sick reading my writings,
Just who do I think I'm I kidding?
I'm really really sorry for this Goddamn depression,
What it did to you, the repercussions.
A straightjacket's feels so much better,
And now I write my final senseless letter.
I think...it would be easier to update the list on a consisent basis...ouch...*Starts crying again...*
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