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Posted Nov 13, '10 at 11:22am

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

it's especially a trend in generation Y's indie writers such as yourself.


And here I thought I was unique.
 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 11:34am

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

As I paced the halls of thoughts unknown, lies and deceit were my trade. <--ignore

 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 11:52am

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

An End of Sorts

Dare I question? I question
These questions of questions?
And that all good things come to an end.
And should they end?
Why do they end?
These good things that we cherish so, yet never measure.
But, claim that measure is the measure of measure
And never should these good things be subjected so.
Yet, how do they end?
Do the grow sick and old?
Rotting as if a mere piece of overripe fruit.
Maggots squirming through the cavities of them.
And these are what we once called good times.

There were times of sorrow
And times of joy.
Times of times, and half times and no times.
A time to know and time to be known.
And here, here among the halls of memory
Of peace and prosperity
Where dark things never crawl or creep, slither or slime.
And these we call good times.

We were friends, you and I.
As I paced the halls of thoughts unknown, lies and deceit were my trade.
And you, a sweetness of memory, worried in ways and ways
Ways of known and unknown. Such a Paragon
I have never known.
And compared to I,
I the crippled crawling thing. The one
That sleeps among the shadows as blackening fogs
Creep among the brickyards of the mind.
My mind.
and these we call good times.

And we came to a crossroads
So many times.
And we had chances to take our chances
With chance for chance and at a chance.
We took chances with each other
And continued onward. Down the road we had been walking
Down to the sea of our own making.
And should we ever come to a waking
And wake from this dream we have dreamed.
Where the day is measures by pacing feet
We have come to our last crossroad,
Or so it seems.

And here I know
To the sea I shall not go.

And these roads have ended.
These winding wayward streets that never mended a single soul,
They have ended.
Ended. Ended. Ended. Such a bitter end.
And not the ending I would have had.
No ending I would have had, had I had the way I had planned.
No ending of this you and me
And together we would sit by the sea.
A sea of waking dreams.
A sea of our own making.

And here I know
To the sea I shall not go.

Here is our end. My sweetest of friends.
My true listener of hearts. One of love I bear this hard.
And you would have me spent,
Wasted away and left to wait
Upon the sands of the beach where no waves flow.
A desert bereft of hope.
And should this, this fate for me be the thing you wish
Then let is be so.
And to the sea I shall never go.

I shall grant you any wish
Should it be within myself to give.
And if you wish to send me away
I'll never trouble you again. Not today nor ever.
But I would have you know,
I am sorry. Sorry that I have little left to give
And have given you so little in the end.
And let the punishment fit the crime
I have burned you, scarred you and harmed you, for the last time.
I would have you know,
I do apologize.

And here I know
To the sea I shall not go.

And here, now as I stand beside the cliffs
I can hear the waves call me.
And I reflect on these twisted rotted thing
The things we call good times.
And of friendships then and now.
And here, here sit the waves.
And I shall never know,
For to the sea I shall not go.

 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 1:33pm

samy

samy

5,043 posts

And here I thought I was unique.


Of course you are, especially your writing. But being creative because you didn't have many friends in high school isn't necessarily, it doesn't matter your writing is better.

Not to be clichéd but that was hauntingly beautiful, a dark look at the beautiful thing of love, a look at what we consider to be good only because it's better than the bad.
 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 3:26pm

MoonFairy

MoonFairy

3,417 posts

Geebus Wolf it is people like you that make it useless to enter the darn poetry contest. You and Fallen win all the dang time. >,>

How am I supposed to tell you how great your work is? I will have to go to the Thesaurus to look up synonyms of Awesome.


Main Entry: amazing
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: astonishing
Synonyms: awesome, fascinating, incredible, marvelous, prodigious, shocking, stunning, surprising, unbelievable, wonderful



There ya go.

 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 8:40pm

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

Geebus Wolf it is people like you that make it useless to enter the darn poetry contest. You and Fallen win all the dang time. >,>
How am I supposed to tell you how great your work is? I will have to go to the Thesaurus to look up synonyms of Awesome.


On the bright side I can't win this time around.
 

Posted Nov 15, '10 at 10:23pm

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

From The Writer's Desk #2

Where do we draw the line between dreams and reality? I've been told everything happens for a reason, yet how can reason exist within the contexts of a chaotic universe? We make laws and binding codes, hoping they'll guide us to the moral nodes. Those nodes that direct the techno machine that infects like parasites lacking a vaccine. We're technonauts without a rope to hold on to, and yet the people flood the concrete streets anew. Every waking hour progressive methods made for progresses sake, leaving a home of shattered children in its monstrous wake, with cryptic call signs and tangled wireless phone lines, no place to breathe clean fresh air, and those hacked in and jacked in, just do no. Care. And even I owe you an explaination of sorts. I'm the one who has tech cohorts that allow me to spread and divide on submolecular pretences if only to hope to knock out these modern hiflying fences. And we, those who speak in unfound words, words the world hasn't ever heards. Those that fall in to archaic. Hoping. desperately. TO.BrEaK. This. Constriction and RELEASE a new-wave mosaic. And these ramblings that are never spoken, save in a few languages that remain unbroken, these are the things, the very means, that will dethrone these newage kings and queens. For in us all lies madness. And it falls to me, to release such sadness. To revel in a truth, that should not be true, and is not, for will not and cannot, be true. But true it is. And true it remains, despite the growing tension and these electronic pains. And do note, that these flows are off, not off by chance, not off at first glance, but off all the same. I offer you no truths, just the things to keep you sane, by the ways of insane.

 

Posted Nov 15, '10 at 10:50pm

MoonFairy

MoonFairy

3,417 posts

just the things to keep you sane, by the ways of insane.

That reminds me of the lil convo thingie we had.
The thought of sanity is absolutely insane.
 

Posted Nov 15, '10 at 10:52pm

MoonFairy

MoonFairy

3,417 posts

I can't keep telling you how great this stuff is! geez.

 

Posted Nov 15, '10 at 11:46pm

wolf1991

wolf1991

3,557 posts

I can't keep telling you how great this stuff is! geez.


You could.

That reminds me of the lil convo thingie we had.


Which?
 
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