I wrote these today during school. Partly because I was bored, and partly because I went to this writing workshop thing. Oh, and the first two aren't really finished because, well..they're just paragraphs right now. But I haven't been able to arrange them in a way that satisfies me, so these will work for now.

A Passing Glance
I’m running and laughing alone, sweeping and singing, sighing and flying. I’m in the field, on the grass, over the icy stream. I’m in the trees, through the woods, skating the frozen lake. I’m in your hair, under your skirt, whistling in your ears. I’m day and night, I’m earth and sky. I move and twirl and dance. But no one looks my way, save a single passing glance.

Eyes Closed
I’m laughing and reading aloud a book of scary stories with my older brother. We’re outside in the treehouse with a blanket over our heads, holding flashlights over our open books. The lights illuminate our little world like two miniature suns. But soon they will go out and leave us in the dark, leave us to be preyed upon by the ravenous jaws of the night that houses lurking vampires and vengeful specters. We will huddle alone in our beds at night, eyes closed but never sleeping. Lurking in the dark is fear, and anger, and a father who doesn’t know our names. A slap across the face—tears and hateful words—grabbing, scratching, reaching, screaming. I huddle alone in my bed at night, eyes closed but never sleeping.

Leaving
I’m leaving now, in the dead of the night
I’ve got my bag in hand and my goal in sight.
I’m leaving now, and I won’t come back
I’ve got plans in my head and a map in my sack.
I’m leaving now, ‘cause it’s my time to go
I’ll miss you all, but you need to know
That I’m leaving behind my love.
Goodbye.

<.< you are the reason I can't write...you are to damn good...

Thanks. :D

I want to see Mr. Coco's writing!!

Double post, I know. So shoot me.

New poem. Written for school, but I don't hate it. I've just been on a poem-writin' frenzy lately, I guess.

Untitled

I got something to say to you
That you may not want to hear
But you better man up and bear it
‘Cause I’m tired of livin’ in fear.
I’m tired of being second
I’m tired of being last
I’m done with bein’ on bottom
And I’m sick of being harassed.
I’m no different than you or them
We’ve all of us laughed and cried
My skin’s no indication
Of what may lie inside.
So don’t just sit there gawking
And treating me like dirt
Start acting like I’m human:
Just like you, I hurt.

Another poem. I'll just keep 'em all in here.

Life

Life is not a contest, not a challenge, not a game.
Life isn’t about winning, triumph or fame.
Our lives are not our projects to be displayed before the world
Our lives are something less than that
and yet they’re something more.

Life is just a motion, just a pathway, just a place.
Not a trial, a competition, or even a race.
It’s a personal thing
Not for flaunting
or showing
or bragging
or laughing
or boasting
or strutting
or talking
or telling
or posing

Life is life.
It's soley
singly
only
simply
humbly
what we do.

You really good. Like my sister. She had a poem published in a book. Colors of Life I think.

Thankses. :) I wish I could get something published someday. That would be awesome.

Yeah, she only had two poems in it and a small biography, but she was still really excited about it. She was on the first page also.

I want to write a books, manga, and all that jazz. Drawing and writting, two favorite things.

Post some of your writing!

I love writing. It's so much fun. I want to write novels for a living, but I'm really bad at following through with my ideas, and the ideas that I have aren't usually as good as I'd like. I'll probably end up being an editor or a business writer of some sort.

go to my RP and you can read some of my... er... lesser writting.

But when I right something that really captures my attention, I'll be sure to post.

I am working on a Devil Storm story for English, but that is too boring to post.

Sorry for the double post, this probably isn't worth it.

This really sucks because it is more of an abstract... drabble.

I can do better, but this is just a fast little thing I had saved. Don't laugh.



It had all started as a simple day at school – of course, it always did. Repetition, that all it seemed to be. Once more the sun would sneak up from its cover behind the rolling hills and wake up the world. Fill it with life, or so you would like to put it. For him it was just a destroyer of his pleasant dreams that kept him from thinking about anything else but the sweet Miss Mary Pageant.

He would lazily get up and groom himself for the day, praying it would be slightly less hellish than normal. But of course nothing would change – the teachers still nagged, the principal still yelled, and the cruel bullies of the generation mocked as usual. She wouldn’t notice him – for they came from separate titles. Everything was exactly the same. Taking a stand, or standing out, either way he looked at it as a scapegoat. Nothing original though, everything had been done. Nothing could be done.

Give up is all he would do. Another day, another week, another month of sitting and letting himself be labeled and carved into stone. The teachers labeled him, his friends labeled him, his enemies labeled him, and he labeled himself.

Repetition.

Woo, neato. I like it. You're good. Very deep. :)

Hah. Thanks. Deep, yes, very.

...I can't write poetry...both of yours were really good ^^

Post some anyway!

You capitalize the word "I" and you use apostrophes in your contractions. You're a better writer than most people out there.

That is true. It's not too hard, just use big words, and have it deep.

They like deep.

Today was a slow day. And so: poems! Cosmically, related to the topic of the day.

Psoem the number One!:

Supreme superiority
Opposing the majority
Blindly nonconformist
Different first and foremost
The best

in the world.


Mister two the number Poem!:

Your so-called individuality
Contrived, affected originality
You say you’re tolerant
but you’re not.
You say you’re neutral
but you’re not.
You say you’re unbiased open-minded matchless and unique
but you’re not,
you aren’t
I say,
you're not.

The third poem:

What am I
next to you?
You’re the sun
blinding shining burning
I am nothing
and it’s going to stay that way
for a long long time.

I just know my English better than most people out there...and I have never written poetry other then for school...and good poems Sathe ^^

Yes, very good.

I think I have found something to write about.

wow ive never seen this topic.. those poems are awesome. nspires me to write poems :D

oh i wrote one near the end of last year, ill go find it

Epiphany


I, in this somber resplendence,
Stand with feet fixed to the ground.
Imagination likens hope
To bluebirds freely flying round.

Reality befalls as I
Sight thousand wings splashed on the sky;
They beat the air, the warm shrill seeking
Of a cradled love that cries.

The glance I take from one unnoticed
Has to her my heart clutched tight
The deep roots of this sudden yearning
Seem to bring to greater heights

A glorious warmth of sad, bleak yellow.
A smile upon my face appears
For these eyes, perchance, do not
Deceive me; yes, it seems she nears.

But as my two eyes once more open,
Illusions of the mind- they jest
My dreams to nothing; she was only
Flying lower than the rest.

Ohmegoodness! That's really awesome! I love it.

I'm just going to stay out of this topic...everyone is to damn good ><

Don't be discouraged! Sometimes the first poems are the best. Just slam out your feelings and then get a thesaurus. Stick the cursor in random places and press enter. Voila! Instant poem.

Ya gotta at least try. You know I won't stop asking. :P

well then keep asking because I don't write poetry >.> I put up my story for you <.< that's enough...

Come on you can do it.

(Sathe, my idea, well I started writting and have about ten pages. Now I am typing it all, and I'm busy so it might take a while. I have about four typed, but wont post til the end of the chapter.)

I did a couple peoms but there nothing specail... yours are good though!!

Wow, good poems Sathe, better then most I've read anyway. You should try to get them published somewhere.

Wow, I actually forgot about this topic. Have some more of my crazy poetry!

The first one:

There’s a woman inside me
she’s been there since I was three
keeping secrets, telling lies
always watching through my eyes
Telling me what’s right and wrong
helping me to get along
my life is hers, her life is mine
she appeared around the time
When dad was gone and mom was too
she said they’re gone but I love you
then mom came back but dad stayed out
he stayed with her who made him shout
She had a girl when I was three
the girl was three—same age as me
we were friends and then we weren’t
but it was the girl inside who made me hurt
I took it out on the new girl, Cate
whether I felt love or I felt hate
there are women inside me
named anger, violence, and jealousy.


The second one, written for school so I hate it of course!:

Start with change
add some rage
mix it up
turn the page
Beat till smooth
just don’t lose
lest the men
disapprove
Anger forged
pain ignored
generalized
underscored
Refugees,
canopies
covering
bloody seas
seas of men,
of children,
floating on
what has been
What will be
can’t you see
war’s changing
one two three
Three countries
can you see
why we’re here?
to be free
You have war
mix some more
spread it on
now there’s four
Four countries
can you see
why we’re here?
it’s for me
Spread the hate
spread our state
spread the bias
seal our fate.

Third one, possible entitled something relating to childhood:

we laughed and played
with summer sun rays
I remember better days
chasing shadows
walking dreams
nothing’s ever as it seems
the tree’s a fort
a dinosaur
let’s be princes
let’s be poor
I’m a spaceship
from the moon
I’m flying ‘round
hot air balloons
let’s be swinging from the clouds
singing, swinging, singing loud
wake the angels
live on mars
submarines and flying cars
deep-sea explorers
teleporters
in the bushes
lives a horror
like no other horror here
a deep-bush monster
have no fear
he’s in our future
nowhere near
he can’t get us
not today
let’s laugh and play
with warm sun rays
I remember better days.

I'd appulad you if there was such a emote, well done again. The third one somewhat confuses me though, but not bad.

I actually hate this one. But I'm posting it anyway, because I can.

America
the beautiful
the free.
a melting pot, a salad bowl
a pot of stew.
not.
We’re more like a cauldron, a kettle, a pool
of festering sludge,
sticky and gray.
Each savory foreign flavor
caught within our borders
and tossed about,
spreading its spices
evenly
throughout the countryside.
Diced and boiled,
held together only, lonely,
by the lack of
outside influence.
The moment it’s touched
by anything new
it is dissolved.
Congratulations,
you’re American.
Please leave your individuality
at the door, your language,
your heritage.
Then step forward, advance
into the new world.
Come swimming
in this melting pot.
Coat yourself
in the American dream.
Drown in our equality
our unity
opportunities galore
to change yourself
dive in
come on
the water’s fine.

Yes, this is how I waste my spare time during school.


The time is come
No longer can we wait
Dump the empty shell
In the empty box.
Seal it in to be forever abandoned
In the darkness.
Drag the hollow box
Down the rue
Like a line of solemn black worker ants.
Carry it to the house of false hope
Where a man in black
Will spit shallow words
At his empty audience.
Take up the box once again
On your rounded shoulders
Become the Atlas of forgotten years
Of a life in sorrow and suffering
Of a death in infectious misery.
Let the ants continue their parade.
Already the box is heavy
With the weight of inevitable decay
Stop again
At the field where memories die;
The city of angels
Where they no longer reside.
Carve a pit
In the shallow soil
Like a landfill
For garbage
That our bodies and minds
Can no longer endure.
Drop the box in
Watch it tumble down the stairs
Leading to an infinity of solitary confinement,
With only itself and its contents
For company.
Fill in the trench
Kick in the dirt
Hear it rattle on the wood
Reassuring you
The box is hollow. Hear it
Shatter the fragile awkward silence
Contemplative and mindless
On this curious cloudy day.
Hand off the duty
To stale strangers
Ignorant of the emptiness,
Only working
Day after day
To tamp down the dirt
Tossed around by others.
Trudge back to your homes
No longer ants but rather flies
Solitary and unsure
Meandering over the surface of the sun.
Go back to your homes,
Silent for a time,
Then back to the routine
Waiting only
For the next.

Usually I just label all poems as "garbage." for my own logical reasons.
However becasue I actually know you I shall leave that comment aside.

That is some very nice garbage. I like it.
^.^

Forgot to mention that that last one is called "Funeral," only because it might be hard to get otherwise.

Here's some more (yes MORE) because why not?

#1:
My path is set before me,
but I laid the bricks myself
My future’s set in stone,
but I carved it without help.
I’m following my father,
taking after mother, too,
But I alone declared
That that was what I’d do.


#2:
Daddy, oh daddy, why do you cry?
Your tears, they flow freely
Though your face remains dry.
Daddy, dear daddy, your voice when you sing
is so sad and so tragic
I’d do anything
just to stop you from crying,
I’d bring down the stars,
I’d paint the sky yellow,
I’d take you to Mars.
But still you are crying
and singing with shame
while dissonant voices
are falling like rain.

Well you have a nice rhyme pattern, nice motives, and a great seem of creativity. But I still have a bias opinion against poems. : P

We had to write some poems recently in school, here's one I wrote:

Entire empries are overthrown
No one is safe, the streets are unsafe.
They fly over us,
Some type of super natural creature,
they make so much noise.
Everyone was crying
Everyone was crying
Our brothers
fathers
daughters
they all fall down.
As the world he loved goes black
he perishes like the gazelle
who is always too slow to keep run away.
The children in their own little minds,
wonder of what happens before them.
Their convoluted paradise
crashes to the ground.
The matured teens question their lives,
their meaning,
the point of it all
they ask themselves,
what is lived in a life?
Before the drunken war,
there were thoughts of strange kindness
and forgotten peace.
We were told to remain calm,
told it would all be over,
told it would of never happened in the first place.
The information was false.
Why have we given the wrong weight to what we do?
Why did we fail to see it coming?
Afterwards, it seemed like a dream,
one that seems like a long time.
The reason forgotten,
the memories stray.
Now the worst is over,
they perdict.
As the ants look at the sky,
finally ceding, they wonder
What was your real point?

Wow, my poem must of been so bad not to get any criticisim, oh well

its an alright poem. I would give it a 6 out of 10 but once again thats my opinion

NaotaInko I like your poem. I give it 8 out of 10 :good:

So that averages to a 7, hmm, well I still don't know what I got on it. The teacher has been too lazy to grade anything for weeks now! At least I got a geist of what people thought.