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Writing
I didn't see any threads to post and discuss writings so I made one. So if you have something you wrote and would like to share feel free to post it here. This could be any writing Alizée related or not, stories, poetry, or it could be a place to "test drive" those contest entry writings as well. Anyway to start off here is something I just wrote last night, what do you all think?
Where is my Anchor? I lie on my back, afloat in the ocean. I can see the beach, it’s not far away. I dare not try to swim to it, for I know not if I can swim. What does the beach offer anyway, solid ground, security? If I was content with security I wouldn’t have left it. I will just let myself float for a bit. Then I feel that splash of water from a nearby jet ski. I look around and see people jet skiing, boating, water skiing, and some even swimming. That’s right I left the water to do what these people are doing. I dare not interrupt them though; I mean they are already doing what I want to do. That would be quite rude of me to stop them. Maybe if I just lie here they will see me and invite me to join. No, seems I just let them float by, I would attempt to swim back, but I am too scared. That’s weird, I see words forming in the water now, no, it’s questions, questions are forming. There are many questions, all around me and their starting to gather into waves. Oh no the waves are coming after me, they hit me one after the other. I gag and choke but I dare not answer back for I might take on too much water and sink. Eventually they stop and float by. I have now come to calm, clear waters. I look back and the beach is quite far away now, I couldn’t swim back even if I knew how. That’s when I feel something on my leg, I tilt my head to look and see it’s a chain link. Why are chain links attached to my leg? Of course, an anchor! If I had only known sooner! With an anchor I would never have left the beach, Oh life is cruel! I would never have had to see people do what I wanted to do but was too afraid to ask. I wouldn’t have encountered the questions I was too afraid to answer. I would have stayed on the beach, just me and my anchor. If I had known by time I hit water I could have asked the people for an anchor so as to stop me. If I had known I would have asked the questions for an answer on the location. But I let them float by. But an anchor would drown me! Yes, yes it would, and there is something peaceful about death, serene. At least an anchor would have saved me from floating by. Now I float tormented by the things I didn’t do and the questions I didn’t ask. Even if I knew how to swim I no longer have the will; all I see is sky and ocean. I think I will just float here a bit longer. Where is my anchor?
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^ By the beautifully creative Amelie! Merci! |
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Well. I've compiled my old improv poems into one series called Love in a Wilderness.
I've kept it abstract enough for it to be used for any occasion, or any woman. Love in a Wilderness Forever your shining brilliance It tortures my tainted self Your eyes pierce my heart in silence Yet you stand there far away Your beautiful face inspires This poet to start anew A voice sparks the sweet reaction Melodies all through the day I, the shadow Exposed to light Aura brilliant Through eyes so bright Undeath takes my life so easily Seeing you is to live, again The nightmares are dreams no more My mind is a scar wartorn You come in the times of peril To bring me out from my grave Forever to see your brilliance My mind is a scar, no more Bring me, back to life And shadows be no more When seasons change And years pass through Life carries on But the spirit remains To see you in light Dear free-moving wind Is a blessing so bright For your poor earthen kin Flying over me Flying below I feel your presence All around me You are everywhere But yet nowhere in sight Yet you influence me greatly Oh wind ever-so-bright If ever I was to take you I will not dare to make you Go to all the places Or see all the empty faces Of the lands you do not wish to see Or the air you do not wish to breathe I only long to see you smile In your time with me, let’s make it a while Would you prefer to walk calmly? Upon the beaches of sea and sand Would you prefer to stand idly? Or dance together hand in hand Would you like to see the world? A vast realm to you, one girl Of people and countries and endless dreams A world near-endless or so it seems Would you like to dine out? Amongst the blanket about Of blackest night with shining stars Of heaven’s calling near and far Would you like to be thrilled? Live life to be fulfilled? Or shall we sit down Look all around and say to each other… The time we have spent was ever so lovely Like the grass on the ground or the sky above me Let us treasure this moment, be it short or long A story to tell, in a moment’s song. You are a flower that touches my heart A charm unchallenged, God’s beautiful art I see in you radiance, and hope in me springs However did you do to me, these wonderful things? The importance of life, and all of love Has been given to me, by God above Yet you stand there calmly, looking at me My happiness endless, was given by thee Your eyes break my heart then rebuild it with passion Your touch, ever so soft like a plentiful fashion Of the darkest of nights Or the jolliest of days They are all tied to you In every single way You are the gentle wind Yet your breeze is strong To change a man’s heart Through the course of a song My wish is a dream Your life a fantasy Yet my dream is desire for you, my wind, sailing gently Ever so gently, through the calm summer sky. An imperfect being that is what I am No life to live No life to love Nothing but darkness like the night sky above Walking endlessly Aimless, without mind Through valleys or mountains Through roads or streets Through buildings or homes An imperfect being that is what I am Yet you have been there A perfect creation A light that shines brighter than ten thousand suns Your hair how it flies through and through gently over the winds, calm or wildly For I, just me, an imperfect being Holds little to no interest, for someone like you A perfect creation Nothing less, everything more. I strive to become someone that matters someone that matters to you Yet however hard I try, to no avail I remain imperfect, alone in my world Whereas you, my dear goddess soar through life a perfect being, through and through A voice of mystery A song of night Yet bright is your personality That of a perfect being You live your life lovingly my perfect being I strive hard to become what you always were Strive hard I shall always Give up, I never shall. However sweet your melody haunts A deathly shade forever lost I'm cursed with darkness You blessed with light A memory serves for wrong and for right I wait here chained You walk in ease You're forever warm and i'm doomed to freeze I require to see If only a hint of bliss Your eyes or your voice Brings the shade to rejoice Upon his hateful corpse Or his dark frayed soul Forever in harmonial happiness stands Forever the peace in me never resides Upon the nonexistant touch of your hand I shall never die until you stand by my side Until then the shadow remains Watching and Waiting As you, the blessed Shine in the world beyond me The songbird sings in the dawn of morn The faithful man, he sits and stares The songbird sings with zeal forlorn And the man is entranced by the voice mysterious Forever the songbird sings and flies Forever the man watches and sighs He follows the songbird through her journeys around The great large world, just to hear the sound Of the songbird's voice, each time another He is entranced by the songbird's fervor The man cares not, for material things But to enjoy natural beauty Such as that of our songbird Is the priceless cost, that should always be paid Abandon your sword, your shield, and your worries And hear the songbird, sing her song For all the world to hear For enemies to fear For all mankind, to forever Revere. A bright summer day Is the fear of the frayed Your realm is much strange To the heart of this stranger Who patiently strides Amongst darkest of nights Awaiting the light That shines zealously bright A lady amongst the wretches and slaves She gives them her hand And with the other she waves Her windswept hair Move like leaves in the fall Her kind eyes meet ours We turn our heads in fear and cower The lady sings kindly As we turn our heads From the cowering state To meet our own dread We see a small lady Yet presence so great And the wretches and slaves Defy their cursed fate And they rose to form men not wretches not slaves But brave, willing men Not wretched, not pained The strength of this lady In all her fairness Finds the most lost of souls Soothes the most pained And breathes life unto millions In all her fairness the unknown strength of one lady
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"I will write Peace on your wings, and you will fly all over the world."
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Here goes:
GUARDIAN ANGEL Beginning as a young man A reoccuring dream She has the face of an angel Watching over me A voice so heavenly Moves with poise and such delicacy My nocturnal princess Beautiful from every angle Sheer ecstasy, Sheer ecstasy Those brown eyes glistening An intelligent gaze The intense feelings they raise Vulnerability, tenderness and grace The kind of spirit compels artists to paint Little or no restraint Don't wake me now, Don't wake me now This time with my guardian angel I want to spend Don't want it to end Don't want it to end |
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SOUTHERN BELLE
Thinking of my Corsican Belle From that island off the South of France Summer of romance On the back of my iron horse Met In a restaurant In Jackson Hole Across from the park with the elk antler arc She moved my very sole She moved my very sole Atinkerbell tat in the middle of her back Said it was a good luck charm Keeping her from harm Any time astride that iron horse She's with me in spirit Keeping me on course Thinking of my Suthern Belle Thinking of my Southern Belle |
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The first thing i thought of when i read this thread is a certain scene from Pink Floyd The Wall:
Teacher: What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody! [class laughs] Teacher: The laddie reckons himself a poet! [reads poem] Teacher: "Money get back / I'm all right, Jack / Keep your hands off my stack / New car / Caviar / Four star daydream / Think I'll buy me a football team." Absolute rubbish, laddie. [whacks him with a ruler, growls at Pink] Teacher: Get on with your work.
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Unleashed The only competition I see is the man standing in front of me. Staring me down, eye to eye, he remains the only man that is left to beat. The only man that I have yet to defeat. And he just stands there & stares at me. Gazing endlessly from his glassy prison, his eyes crossing the schism and piercing my soul. Capturing the very essence of my being, he's the only one who can stand eye to eye with me, it seems. But though his movements should capture mine, he moves in ways that boggle the mind. While I stand still, he inches closer, aching to break from his prison, trying to accomplish his mission. Taking control of my soul and overcoming my mind & body is his ultimate goal. This struggle I face, every morning when I wake. This battle I fight, every night when I turn off the light. The dark beast within me, only seen in my dreams & in the mirror, where I witness his shadowy figure. That's why I can't glimpse in the glass, cuz the moment I see my reflection, I'm scared it may be my last. It's why I don't ever sleep, for fear that my mind he will break, my soul he will take. A constant struggle to keep the evil intact, ensure that my rage stays back. But every day, he comes closer, every day, the glass grows thinner, the cracks grow wider, his form becomes bigger. With no hesitation, he inches near. This rage I've held back for far too long & now he wants release, unleash the beast, blaze the world into a fiery hell, no tellin' what type of damage he'll expel... ~Wise *Old piece. Just felt like posting it. Enjoy. And comments/critiques are always encouraged & appreciated* Last edited by djwise; 04-22-2010 at 11:42 AM.. |
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