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Well, if you know me, then you know that this would be my third thread for my writings. If you don't know me, as in your a new(er) user, than this is my third thread for my writings. This is a fairly akward situation, so I feel the need to explain:
I am making this final thread (and yes, final), because I realised something during my Hiatus. When I 'quit' AG, I was fairly discusted with my works. I absolutely loathed them. And after a while, I realized something: that it didn't matter. Who cares what I thought about them. What matters is what OTHERs think about them. I wouldn't be able to grow as a writer if my angst over my own works led people to assume that they WERE bad.
While some of them genuinely reeked, there were others that were genuinely good. And as I looked back over my first writings, I realized another thing too: that I had gotten better. That my works had gone from a slipshod, unbalanced affair to a generarrly more organized shipshod affair.
So I am not making this thread to be unique in having *3* threads about my work, or for vanity, or anything like that. I am making it so that you, the reader, will look at my works, and will hopefully tell me how to get better.
Sincerely, Mav
I think a short poem is much in order. Doesn't take as long to churn out, but it takes hell of a lot more talent and creativity to pull off right.
Then write a story Mav. You can never go wrong with a story.
I think a short poem is much in order. Doesn't take as long to churn out, but it takes hell of a lot more talent and creativity to pull off right.
A stanza is still a poem.
Nah, to a woman, guys lack not just money, but looks, manners, fashion sense, common sense, muscles, yada yada yada.
Long story cut short, fickle creatures!
Hey, I'm a woman and all I want in a guy is height and a sense of humour. It's short and sweet, I like it. And like Nicho said,
A stanza is still a poem.
Where have the years gone?
As Death approaches me, I
Find I never lived.
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Wrote this for the Haiku Contest. The theme was 'All You Need is Love'.
You're the Lord of Flies;
Filled with twisted lies.
Yeah, now you rule the world.
Wh*re of Babylon,
You strike down the Dawn.
Yeah, now you rule the world.
Dirge
The instrument has been prepared,
Prepared to play a tune.
And I'm afraid I shan't be spared;
My end can't come too soon.
Through all this hell and misery
I bravely struggled on.
Adrift amid the troubled seas;
A stain upon the dawn.
The voice is readied now, to sing.
O'er me, it's words shall pour!
Soon now from this life I'll spring,
Midst Cherebum, galore!
I turn slowly to face the West,
And press the barrel to my breast.
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Wrote this for the Poetry Contest. The theme was 'Music'.
I'm getting this thread locked, because it seems I can't put out any poetry without it being of a lack luster quality. So until I actually find that spark of inspiration, you won't be hearing any more from me.
Sorry for the inconvienance, if any.
Regeneration
Rise
Up from
The ashes
And take form from
All that used to be.
Ignite, and consume whats
Left, that the flames might guide me
As I move forward into bliss.
Not Destiny, Just Fate
The night life, the bright life, I just want the good life.
I hope that I make it somehow.
Soon I will learn how to sweep up the ashes,
And make sense of all that remains.
And make sense of all that remains.
Hello dear, you're what I fear.
You're waiting for me to fall down,
You're waiting for me to lose!
You promise yet, I'll suffer less.
You say it as if I could choose,
You say it like I can win!
Ever so slowly you creep down the freeway.
Now you're standing at my front door..
I knew you would find me, and knew you would tell me,
That all of my dreams can come true.
That all of my dreams can come true.
Hello dear, you're what I fear.
You're waiting for me to fall down,
You're waiting for me to lose!
You promise yet, I'll suffer less.
You say it as if I could choose,
You say it like I can win!
You say it as if I could choose,
But may be I can still win...
Taking the Stage, Sonata #5
Baby, don't you love me?
Darling, please don't hurt me.
Honey, you can't leave me!
Still you just turn and walk away...
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It's allright, I'm ok.
I don't need you any way!
It's not like it was love.
Don't worry, I'll be fine.
All of my friends are around!
You won't even be missed.
Well, I'll prob'bly feel fine in awhile.
Well, I'll prob'bly forget about her.
Well, I'll prob'bly move on in a bit.
But when?
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Oh my God, what is this?
Why are you angry with me?
For was I not faithful?
Oh my God, how could you?
How could you let my love end,
And take her from my arms?
Well, how long must you punish me?
Well, how long must I deal with this?
Well, how long must pay I for it?
For her?
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Listen now, hear me out.
Listen to what I propose;
I promise that it's good.
Oh don't go, please don't go!
Why must you cast me away?
Why cant we just be friends?
Well, I thought that she'd see I'd changed.
Well, I thought I could buy my way back.
Well, I thought she could never say no.
To me.
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It's over, it is done.
I will never love again!
For she's ruined it all.
Misery, how I cry!
I can never move along!
So I guess it's the end.
Well, never again will I smile.
Well, never will the sun shine down.
Well, 'Never!' says my breaking heart!
To her.
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Have no fear, I'll move on!
Even though the pain lingers.
But I'll still think of you.
Watch me leave, watch me go!
And head out all on my own!
Though you'll still walk with me.
Well, all good things must come to a close.
Well, all good things taste so bittersweet.
Well, all good things float off on the breeze.
Away.
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Slowly, I will go on.
Kindly, comfort whispers.
Fin'ly, I'll have closure.
And then I'll turn and walk away.
Mav? Mav is that you? Can you open up your comments again. I miss talking to you. Nice poems btw.
Of course its me! How many other semi-depressed seventeen year olds do you know?
It is done, and thanks.
Hello Mav hope you overcome this hurdle in life and not end up like moi emoting. See the light at the end of the tunnel! Don't write emo poetry! And much less give it to your fresh ex like moi did in mine angiised state of mind. Take care.
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