Writer's anyone?

[The_Dark_Goddess]

much much more than anger, i agree.
fault, i would love to tell you want u need to hear about ur work but at a later date, cuz i dont have the time to read now.

as for ickori, darling you dont need any permission of any sort to post here, much less my approval though i am flattered beyond words that you seek it.

everybody else: i waiting on more.                    

[Evangelion_01]

Don't worry my dear. We'll bring out what we've done in a while. Currently I still working on my precious manga. It's gonna be the best work I've done. Just I'm wondering-Will anyone want to read it when I'm done?

Take hold of this one. I KNOW the name is ironic, but it's the name I gave it when I wrote it and for some reason I can't change it. Dunno if it makes much sense though...

Evangelion...

By: [ZK]-Evangelion_01 aka Evan Kimori

As I sat here and watched you go
Your tentacles tearing at my heart,
taking with you all you gave me
but taking all I know
You tear me asunder and crucify me
and leave me there to bleed
my maroon fluid runs a river
you stole my heart...

my soul...

my love...

You bitch....

You lost my love when you gave up,
as I would never have done
you saw an obstacle and left it there
insermountable...yeah right...
you were weak...
I was not strong...
I was a fool to see you covered my eyes...
in the prison of my own mind...
swathed with the fog of confusion
your pathetic love smothering my thought
you spoke nothing kind
yet I still cared
I held your hand
I kissed you goodnight
I embraced you eternally
as if I would be condemed to death
at that moment
yet you were so cold...
so unforgiving...
all the warmth I gave
your cold dispostion
dug me my own grave
now I bleed as I lie in the pit of my own depression
not a helping hand.
you turn your back and spit wrathedly
turning the knife ever deeper

you bitch...

you hypocritical vision of hell's hatred...

But as I rise
an angel gives me strength
extends the hand of loving compassion
grasp me close to your bossom, Father
heal my wonds, they hurt
I yearn for love...
you touch my wounds, they hurt more...
they burn, they writhe
but yet they heal
I rise, bloody but intact, the angels memory
gives me the strength to push ever onward

Am I capable of love?

Am I human?

DO I LIVE?

DO I EXIST?!

YOU SPURN, YOU LET ME HURT!!

I CURSE YOUR TWISTED LOGIC!!

YOUR IMMEASURABLE WISDOM...

You give so much,
you take from me what I love and care for
you let me hurt...
But I still return to your arms
begging forgiveness and love.

You wipe my feet of blood and bandage my wounds
and set me on my feet, an angels' memory to guide me...

But yet I carry onwards....

As I stand here and stare into the bleak eve of oblivion...
You place another at my side...
One who is enigma and emotion herself
but yet bears the ability to love and hate...
you make her love me, hate me, spurn me, ignore me...
give me depression, give me hope...
give me inspiration...
and yet so much more...

I ask myself the eternal question...

Can I live any longer? ...
Can I carry onwards? …

Come to me my fallen angel and ease the pain that I bear
Your love is all I want...all I need...all I ask for
Nothing more...

What shall I say to you but that I care
               
...I love you...                    

[Imperial_X]

The so named Teen Angst days are fueled by anger or at least frustration on some level when you think about it.  Those are some of the most complicated times in most of our lives.  It's usually the journey to find clarity that compels us to write.  Unless, you're overly expressive about everything.  

Your work might look like "I walked down the road today in search of potato chips and inhaled deeply, by far, it wasn't the best air I've breathed but I was satisfied with the certain consistency that the increasing levels of carbon monoxide gave to it."                      

[Evangelion_01]

LOL @ Imperial

Now that's what you call expression man. I don't consider my work Teen angst btw-I call it expression by randomization of emotional episodes...                    

[Imperial_X]

Well, I have yet to see someone post something like

Daffodill, Oh daffodill,
I think of you and I feel well.....

Anyone got any upbeat writings to prove me wrong?  I need the comedy.  Wait, I'm definitely wrong, but people who would do something like this are usually "high" on life.  lmao                    

[The_Dark_Goddess]

lol
yeah i have a funny one but it isnt on my pc i will have to type it up.
it was supposedly a chapter one of something i decided to name (cuz like i said it was for kix) uh...i cant remember the name...but um, it was something funny.
if i ever have the time or inclination, i will type it up for u.                    

[Imperial_X]

With regards to my last poem.... Would somebody forward a message to one Ms. Sparkle Ferreira if you know her...I need her to understand I'm quite pissed.  lmao                    

[Fault]

Ok If I see her Imperial X(I highly doubt it) I'll tell her for you.

Another poem from me. Written quite a long time ago A bit too rhymey if ya ask me...

I want to talk,
But don’t know what to say.
Only to express myself,
Any possible way.

Maybe this is one of those times,
When words do not count.
They are now all but powerless,
Though they are incredible in amount.

It isn’t what to say,
Maybe not even how to say it,
They say it’s  not the game that makes it unfair,
It’s a matter of how you play it.

No matter what I said,
I doubt it would come out right!
I just don’t have the confidence,
To say it loud alright!?

The world may think I’m crazy!
But this is all their fault!
All the unattainable, invisible standards,
Are what make me feel like naught.

I sit all by myself,
Even though I’m in a crowd,
I really do not hear a thing,
Even though it’s all very loud.

Forced to turn the inside out,
And the outside in.
I cry while I ask myself,
What was my devious sin!?

Was it being different?
From all the people here?
Well it doesn’t matter now!
I’ll always be me so there!


I have no idea what to call this. I had a name for it but I don't like it anymore.                    

[Imperial_X]

Bigups.  Who would have thunk it that people who speak so little can say so much?   I did....but that's another story.

I have a some one line poems or something one of which I would like to share with you.

*dims lights and goes up on stage wearing all black, with shades and a beret.*

*place darkens and spotlight hits me*
*snaps fingers*

"F)@K YOU!!!!  And I was done.........."

*pongo drum rattles furiously as the masses show their grattitude with vigorous applause*                    

[The_Dark_Goddess]

imperial rel gettin carried away :shock:
please, stick to the topic m'dear                    

[Bob]

LOL Imperial is a beatnik oui                    

[Fault]

Level badness yes Imperial. Dem doe noe how we'z do it. BAW!!!! Baddest poem alive. **** YOU!!. BAWW!!                    

[Fault]

Level badness yes Imperial. Dem doe noe how we'z do it. BAW!!!! Baddest poem alive. **** YOU!!. BAWW!!                    

[Imperial_X]

I'd usually do something like this when I was in school during english class.  I was actually talanted enough to get away with cursing infront of the teachers.  Either that, or they thought I was the seed of Satan or something.

It's all in the setup though.  Addressing the class with a crumpled up scribbled up piece of paper adds to the perceived level of depth.                    

[Evangelion_01]

Serious? Man, I gonna HAVE to try that one day!!                    

[Imperial_X]

Trying to be Satan's son doesn't get you many friends man.  lmao                    

[The_Dark_Goddess]

good grief, what HAS this thread come to??
somebody save it!! please!!                    

[Polios]

how come i didn't see this thread before, i gotta start exploring more
hmm, what should i put, i doh reallt like to share my stuff but maybe i'll put one that isn't that important

The search goes on,
And there is no light to guide,
As I am stopped by obstacles in the pitch black
My path is hard and tedious,
I did not ask to go through this path yet here I am,
I do not want to search for light yet here I go,

My friends are with me but they can only do so much,
They provide no help but comforting words,
Which is much appreciated though,
Shall I ever find the light at the end of the tunnel?
Shall I ever find my angel that is rumoured to be there?
The answer awaits me,
As I travel through the many parts of this labyrinth,
With dead ends galore,
And the darkness growing,
I will soon lose all hope,
How much disappointments and rejections can I take?
Yet still keep my happiness fake?
Where art thou?


Copyright of Polios Productions                    

[Fault]

Nice polios. Cool poem. Something we all wonder in our lives.                    

[Anonymous]

Guess whos back, back again
Pinkie's back, no need to tell a friend.  

Due to technical difficulties i have not been here awhile, but now im back. First of all lemme say we startin to stick on poems, stories etc
Secondly DG stoppin makin exscuses and put some stuff up, also i hear u goin NY tomorow so dont forget we
Thirdly wah know wat happen to PAIN

And here is my poem for today

Start it over in your head,
Think it over, make it be,
Whatever you think it should be.
Your vision is what you see,
So think about it carefully.

Open your eyes, look at what is in front of thee,
Hold your head up high, make sure you can see the sky,
Do not squint or close your eyes.
See the light that cometh through,
The light that is around you.

Listen carefully to what I say,
Don’t close your ears to me,
Being ignorant of the truth is not healthy,
Live and let live your soul.
Open your heart, Open your eyes,
Open your soul to the giver of life.
The end is not near, do not fear,
Happiness flourishes everywhere.