Writer's anyone?

[Fault]

Goodness grief. With all the guts and blood and killing and hate. You ppl need help...                    

[Evangelion_01]

*gets out his tye dyed T shirt and bandanna*

Cmon mannn...make lovee...not war..ya hearrr?...Peace and love to everyoneeee...

*gets out a guitar*


C'mon people, now
Smile on your brother,
Ev'ry-body get together,
Try to love one another right now...                    

[Fault]

brrr?                    

[perfectdrug]

how allyuh does write thes long poems???

i cah do that fuh sh!t...                    

[Imperial_X]

I'll teach ya how to stunt!!!!                    

[perfectdrug]

gee...
...thanx...                    

[Osiris]

mine aren't poems they're songs and that last one had a chorus so therefore it just looked long and btw they're supposed to be angry it's deth metal

and yes polios i worte this during a time of teenage angst and if i try to write now it'll be all happy sh*t cuz rite now i'm happy                    

[Imperial_X]

One of these days when I'm feeling the vibe, I'll put up a freestyle that I come up with.                    

[androsovic]

why it only have poems here?allyuh cud write some essays too                    

[Anonymous]

Common ppl u startin to slack off here, Bring out watever stuff u have, Peoms, storys, song, watever
And it doh matter how long it is, so perfectdrug, post up watever u have                    

[Anonymous]

One of these days when I'm feeling the vibe, I'll put up a freestyle that I come up with.

now that go be cool
start it off nah imperial
new thread tho
freestyle
it go be mad                    

[The_Dark_Goddess]

yeah freestyle stuff woule be nice to see.

in all honesty, i DONT write poems dry so.
if u see anything at all written here in verse, be sure that it was not written by itself, but written to go with a story becuase i thought the story needed it.

i write short stories and would like to post extracts, but unfortunately if i did that no one would understand it because it would be missing loads of info  :s
so as a result i post any bits of verse i wrote for that particular story.

if u all still willing to read random senseless-on-their-own extracts, let me know and i'll see what i can do.                    

[Osiris]

yeh tha freestyle sounds like a plan dan and yes it takes me a lot of hedache to write too                    

[perfectdrug]

•   Nicky’s Song
The whispers of his lips go untouched
as the tears of freedom wipe away the
limitless pain and suffering.
In a world of no remorse, his soul flies free,
unchained from the bowels of insanity.
Though his mind be callous, his heart,
extricated from the depths of negativity, has
embodied itself within a sculpture . . .
. . . A BEAUTY, immortalized by the living and
envied by the dead.
A nonpareil, with no comparison
On earth, in heaven, in hell.                    

[Ickori]

yeah freestyle stuff woule be nice to see.

in all honesty, i DONT write poems dry so.
if u see anything at all written here in verse, be sure that it was not written by itself, but written to go with a story becuase i thought the story needed it.

i write short stories and would like to post extracts, but unfortunately if i did that no one would understand it because it would be missing loads of info  :s
so as a result i post any bits of verse i wrote for that particular story.

if u all still willing to read random senseless-on-their-own extracts, let me know and i'll see what i can do.

Very willing.It doesn't matter if they are random senseless-on-their-own extracts, as long as their good.                    

[Anonymous]

I all up for a freestyle or anything else, here is sumtin i now come up with
A change from all this teen angst lol

I feel at home with my friends
The love we have, the fun we have,
Things we do for the heck of it,
All full of energy and spirit,
Supporting each other, growing stronger and stronger
Full of happiness and desire,
Never letting each other feel down,
Giving all our best, our friendship will never be a lie,
Cause we hold each other dearly,
Never letting go, Never holding back,
This I will always say and what we will always be,
Friends Together, Friends Forever.                    

[The_Dark_Goddess]

*whistles, screams and claps*
go pinkie!!!

i love that poem its beautiful

for one, its a change from the "teen angst"
and two, it talks about something that most people take for granted and dont think about at all.

why dont some of us try writing like this? forget about the crap in life a while and talk about the good things damnit!!                    

[Osiris]

when i speak of good things i am usually at a loss for words because there are very little good things in my life.......                    

[Polios]

when i speak of good things i am usually at a loss for words because there are very little good things in my life.......

I thought you said you were happy in a post a little earlier, things changed?

anyway, most of my stuff IS freestyle, cuz i take like ten minutes to write
so i'm up for it, i'll get back, i can't do it now, cuz i don't wanna spoil the happy mood so i'll wait till i'm happy again, shouldn't be long                    

[The_Dark_Goddess]

okay
so here is an extract that on its own makes no sense, but screw it.
you asked for it, i'll give it to you.

When he opened his eyes, his vision was blurred by poor lighting and pain. Breath came in short gasps of aguish and his chest was on fire with agony.
   “Shhh, hush Jay. Lie still,” said a voice, quiet in its reprimand. Looking through tears he saw a girl, he thought, he once knew.
   Oh, but this was not the Kiora he had left behind. The contours of her face were familiar enough, the build of her slight form. But her eyes… her eyes were darker than he remembered. So terribly dark they seemed to leach all light from the room and hold it, sparkling in a brilliant moment, before it was lost in the dark depths. Her once rich skin, though smooth, was pale as alabaster and even her hair, adorned and sparkling with dozens of tiny diamonds, was darker than it should be in the poor light; almost as dark as her eyes.
   Jay tried to speak, but his mouth and tongue refused to obey the commands of his brain. The woman, for she was no longer a girl, he thought was Kiora lay a gentle hand on his chest and forced him into the worn sheets below his body.
   “Don’t struggle. I know you’re in pain, Jay. Let me help you.”
   She lifted her hands from his chest to his head, and lay them at his temples. Within a few short moments, Jay’s breathing eased and the fire in his chest became a warm glow. As he sighed his relief, she gathered him in her arms for a quick, affectionate hug.
   “I’m so glad to see you awake, Jay,” she said, letting go and helping him to sit up. Jay stared, openly, blatantly, and in the silence he noticed something. Hands rose to his face quickly, feeling around the bridge of his nose, near his ears, around his eyes. The woman laughed, a sound that was rich and musical.
   Again, not the Kiora he remembered. Her laugh, while pleasant enough, had never been this magical, lyrical sound. Certainly Kiora, whose singing was always off-tune, couldn’t produce such an enchanting noise?
   But before he could speak, she stood and took from a table beside the bed, a small black box.
   “Noticed your glasses are finally gone?”
   Jay took the box she offered, and opened it to find the pieces of what was once his most hated optical aid. She smiled.
   “I know that you would’ve wanted the honour of smashing it to pieces, but Teresa and I couldn’t help it. We know how much you hated those things,”
   Jay looked up at her, and at once drew a sharp breath. How could he not have noticed? How?
   Kiora stood as she always did; though perhaps her stance now conveyed the years of maturity she was sure to have gained. Her body was swathed in graceful turns of black silk, bare arms and shoulders decorated with beads of ebony strung on silver. Her hair was pulled back from her face by those same diamonds to rest in a dark cloud right between her elegant wings.
   Wings…
   How couldn’t he notice? Kiora had accepted…which meant…
   Which meant that he was no longer looking at, or speaking to, Kiora. He was conversing with the Angel of Death.
   The Angel of Death.
   He couldn’t bare it.
   Not when he looked at her and saw the carefree teenager he once knew. Not when he hugged her, and it was the same embrace he’d always had as childhood friends. Not when she looked at him with a gaze that was all too familiar, but with eyes that were strangers to him.
   His vision blurred again, obscured this time not by tears of pain, but tears of grief. For the first time since his waking, he spoke the name he was sure no one had called her by since her Ascension.
   “Kiora…Kiora, why?”