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Here is a thread dedicated to my work as a writer. This thread will mostly be filled with my poems which vary in theme but I try to fashion myself after my favourite poet T.S Eliot, who I believed captured human nature in his words. I aspire to do the same. Please feel free wo citique and review my work. However, simply saying "I like it" is not good enough, as a writer I must grow and develop so I beg you readers to give me a reason as to why or why not you liked the poem. To start off I shall provide you with one of my personal favourties.
These Are The Boring Bits
Call life what you will,
A joke,
A curse,
A gift,
An adventure.
Take from it what you will,
Joy,
Sorrow,
Love,
Hate.
Lose yourself in it
Find your purpose
Or,
Find nothing at all.
A man asked, "What is the meaning of life?"
A woman told him, "Whatever you make it to be."
A child asked, "Is god real?"
A parent told them, "Only you can decide."
Personal opinion is what we use to guide us,
The opinions of others are what lose us.
We can never be certain
That we are certain of anything
Because of change,
And because things stay the same.
What makes sense one day,
Will confuse us another,
And so it goes on.
People tell others to:
Get in line,
Grow up,
Get our lives straight,
Who told these people these things?
And why tell us the things that broke them?
Is it human nature to be unhappy?
Two men sit on a bench,
In a park,
Under a tree.
They talk about family and friends
They talk about work and dreams.
One man says, "It is a waste of time to dream,"
The other says, "Yes, but to have dreams is not."
Dreams are what the world is made of
Bad dreams,
Good dreams,
Lost dreams.
Hope is never far off,
As the old die,
The young are born,
The young grow,
They become old,
The old die.
But while they are young,
They change the world.
Some for the better,
Others for the worse.
Inspiration is a dream.
The only inspiration in life is life:
What to do?
How to do it?
Can we change the world?
How to change the world?
Is there purpose?
Are we real?
Or a figment of imagination?
All questions do not need answers.
Call life what you will,
These are the boring bits.
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HAPPY FRIGGEN NEW YEAR! This year shall see the return of Existence in Denial, more poetry, and yes, finally a start on my novel (and hopefully the completion)
Where did you go?
Are you a phantom
That I created from
This lonely heart
That slowly beats?
Can I come with you?
So that I can
Escape this nightmare
Where the days are grey
And my nights black.
Can you take me away?
Can you comfort me?
Can you help me?
Can you save me?
Key Figures
Neutral
Kellus: a mysterious warrior from the North
Asmi: a street girl
Lucius Hren: Captain in the City Guard of Sareot
Rell: A hunted assassin
Shakes: A merchant in Harthane
Gods
Illiam: Goddess of Light
Allandrias: God of Dark
Strike: God of the Sea
Cloak And Drape: Sibling Gods of Death
Kælitines
Emperor Grantine: âGodâ Emperor of Kælitine
Commander Cowl: Commander in Kælitineâs Central Army
Commander General Xius: Commander General of Kælitineâs armies
Brickburn: Solider in the Central Army
Diant: Solider in the Central Army
Clip: Sorcerer in the Central Army
Cirions
Grand Mistress Malen: Grand Mistress of the Ji Institute
Sorcerer Gali: Sorcerer of the Ji Institute
Sorcerer Hemp: Sorcerer of the Ji Institute
Rôits
King Greil: King of Rôit
Danubis Iron Bone: General of Rôitâs armies
Creeping Tomil: War Merchant in Ort
Others
King Forl: King of Kildûm
Queen Hilin: Queen of Ferlenda
King Marik: King of Ansurim
Queen Jinell: Queen of Ansurim
Lord Julius Bole: Usuper of Redina
Ben: A soldier
Grimp: A soldier
Halfast Unluck: A Wandering Magi
Sooth: A Linvesti
Dread Captain Fell: A Death Magi
The Pantheon
Illiam - Goddess of Light (Twin)
Allandrias - God of Dark (Twin)
Kurlad - God of Shadow (Son of Twins Light and Dark)
Firlane - God of Fire
Strike - God of the Sea/Storms
Gron - God of the Earth
Willow - Goddess of Healing
Cloak/Drape - God and Goddes of Death
Niml - Goddess of Chance
Friil - God of Ice
Gilana - Goddess of Life
Cackle - Goddes of Chaos (sister)
Henadrew - Goddess of Order (sister)
Kallami - God of Battle
Kog - God of Pestilence
Chains - God of Misery (fallen)
A list of my key figures and the pantheon of my novel (very nearly going to start writing)
(more lyrics)
The 42nd Street Marching Band
Tell me how did we end up here,
Scraping the gum off of sidewalks just to live
In a rubber house filled with ghosts.
This was the last thing I wanted.
And I can't beging to understand your new disease,
And God knows that I've tried onethousand times.
But I'll be here if you ever need me
Right here on 42 street.
Someone in your worn down soul children are screaming
For a father that you'll never know.
And false comforts are the last thing you want. But I know
That it will be okay. It will be okay.
And I can't beging to understand your new disease,
And God knows that I've tried onethousand times.
But I'll be here if you ever need me
Right here on 42 street.
Oh...somewhere over that gilded rainbow.
Oh...somwhere past the dotted line.
We'll all be fine.
And I can't beging to understand your new disease,
And God knows that I've tried onethousand times.
But I'll be here if you ever need me
Right here on 42 street.
On 42nd street, with the marching band.
Existence in Denail: New Year, Same Life
I don't know why I suffer under the notion that a new year means a new beginning. The end of my year was a disaster. Dan and John almost trashed the entire apartment with their (how to put this in a way that won't send me into a fit of rage...) "scuffles". Meanwhile my mom decided to visit on Christmas day with my drunken father in tow. And of course John was the one who answered the door; John was also the one who answered the door without pants on. I hope I don't need to paint any of you a picture of how the rest of that day went. Do I?
New Year's Eve wasn't bad. Myself, John, Dan, Mandy, Ashley and Rick all got together at Louie's bar and drank until we almost passed out. Piled into a taxi (somehow), ended up back at the appartment and somehow me and Mandy ended up in the same bed. Oh, and if you're wonder what the hell happened to all my sarcasm? It'll be back, right after I kill John. Because John needs to die, a very painful painful death. Why? Use your imagination, it's John. It shouldn't be too friggen difficult to think of something!
MARCHING BAAAAAAAND. ftw.
John? Can I help kill him? And this Mandy. Hmm. :P
WOLFIE'S GOTSA LADY FRIEND!!!!!!!!
Anyways. That one before the one before that one was great. yeah.
WOLFIE'S GOTSA LADY FRIEND!!!!!!!!
Wolfie does NOT have a lady friend unfortunatly.
Breakdown
So you took some far of train
Down a wonderland of pretty dreams
No second looks and no time for crooks
Those people like me in this place
Where everything falls a part.
Well you're happy now I hope
I hope that new life is wonderful
You better be enjoying your ivory life
While the rest of us are starving
For something a little more edible
Than concrete and shattered dreams.
So take you bags and walk out on me
I don't f*cking care
There's no reason to do that anymore
Can't you see I'm fine?
Yeah I hope it worked out okay.
So you got far away.
From all this bloody hipocrisy
And you say that you're perfectly alright.
You have a new friend that you let in
While I had to scale mountains again and again.
Well you're happy now I hope.
I hope that new life is wonderful
You better be enjoying your ivory life
While the rest of us are starving
For something a little more edible
Than concrete and shattered dreams.
So take you bags and walk out on me
I don't f*cking care
There's no reason to do that anymore
Can't you see I'm fine?
Yeah I hope it worked out okay.
Get away from me! Get away from me!
You're my twisted desease and I can't escape!
So take you bags and walk out on me
I don't f*cking care
There's no reason to do that anymore
Can't you see I'm dying?
Yeah I hope it worked out okay.
'Cause I won't be here when you get back.
The Words and Workings of Wolf: Explaining 42nd Street
I don't know how many people have picked up on my references of 42nd street in my writing, but it's there and I feel a need to explain precisely what 42nd street is. As far as I know there is no 42nd street in the small city that I live in, so what is it then? Well 42nd street is kind of the main street in my mental city. I don't know how crazy that sounds but it's true. Also 42nd street is the place where I go in my head when things start falling apart and when I can't seem to have a grasp on anything. It doesn't do much sometimes because 42nd is desolate, but, well it's also where I get a lot of my inspiration for my darker work. I don't even know if any of this is making sense. How do I put it simply? Hell I don't know anymore it's all very confusing. 42nd street is just an imaginary place filled with things that need somewhere to go I suppose. It's where everything negative goes to get released. It doesn't always work, but it helps.
It makes perfect sense, actually.
Breakdown was good as far as writing ability, but it's very dark.
I get a lot of my inspiration for my darker work
Like all of your work you mean? :P
And this Mandy was in a bed with you. That is as lady friend as it gets man. Sorry to burst ya bubble.
As Efan stated, it does make sense. It is your escape route.
Breakdown, I'm guessing that came from whenever you vistited your little 42nd street huh?
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