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.
I step into darkness. Sound erupts; The base drops. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. The base falling hard as if to break bones, To break dreams, to break hope.
Dum. Dum. Dum.
I lose my self into the crowd; The faces melt into one. And still the music plays: Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
Striving to beat back gravity. Fist rise up in the air; rebellion. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. We are one beast; morphed together by sound. The base crushes hopes, crushes dreams.
Dum. Dum. Dum.
Permeating into our minds; Beating music, now our beating heart. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum. Then the lights come on; The bodies stop; Suffocation.
And I know, that everything is going wrong. And I know, that sometimes you just gotta let go.
Girl, I've hurt you so bad. I took all your hopes, then I tossed them away. And I see you crying so hard, But I can't be there to wipe away your tears. How can this happen to me? So now I'll work real hard to get back your graces.
If you were never coming back to me, What could I do? If I was never gonna see you again, What could I say?
May be redemption ain't worth fighting for. May be forgiveness ain't what its about. But who could I turn to when all of its gone? Where am I gonna go? Where am I gonna go? Girl, let me crawl back to you!
If you were never coming back to me, What could I do? If I was never gonna see you again, What could I say?
And I know, And I know, And I know, That with out you, I'm... And I know, And I know, And I know, That with out you, I'm... And I know! And I know! And I know! That with out you I'm lost!
Cast out by the world, No one here to wipe my tears, Emotions erupt. __________ Wrote this for the Haiku Contest. Theme was 'The Long, Winding Road'. Not only does it cover the theme, but it effectively addresses the slanderings of my succeding judge, Acmed. Hugs and Tickles.
Sometimes I rush to get to the end, To escape all that hangs around me. But now I want to go back when You were right there by my side.
Sometimes I think I know what this is about, But time only displays my ignorance. 'Cause theres no room for my happiness, When you occupy every waking thought.
So then I try to move on With nowhere to turn. And then I see your face! Now your love is gone. Gone, gone!
All I can see is you rushing around; You spare no glance to me, the beggar. What do I have to do to get back your love? To turn back the dial, to way-back-when?
Could you just stop, and spare me a thought? And help me to bridge this great divide? But you never give me a helping hand, Even as this wind blows me around.
So then I try to move on With nowhere to turn. And then I see your face! Now your love is gone. Gone, gone!
Then one day you stop, and notice me. And all eternity flashes in your eyes, For the last time, you start to speak. From your lips I see the truth come out.
So then I try to move on, With nowhere to turn. And then I see this cliff! Now my love is gone. Gone, gone! __________ Wrote this for the 10-Day Poetry Contest. The theme was 'Hurts Like Heaven'. Its a fairly straightforward peice I think, except that it ends in the speaker's suicide.
I take a walk; Clouds open up. Now the wind is blowing From the south.
I climb a rock, To high to top, But I won't be getting Left behind.
I feel the grass, Blow left - Blow right If you need me, I might Be awhile. __________ Found this in the drawer of my desk just now. Dunno how old it is, but I figured I'd put it up here.
Mercury, come back! Return to me with my love! Without her, I'm lost. __________ Wrote this for the Haiku Contest. The them was 'Chasing the Wind'. Mercury (the Greek god) has stolen the lover of the speaker and has flown off with her on his magic flying shoes. And well... Thats about it.
