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.
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?
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)
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.
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!
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.
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?
