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 Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 11:12 pm
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Lethkhar addseale2 Lethkhar Well, if you guys liked that one, here's one I jotted down during lunch today. I sat down to work on Chemistry homework, then decided it could wait. Enter the building Sit, stay, and work Go through the motions Mindless effort Jump through the hoops Warming a seat Wasting a mind On what a computer could do Limited time Jump through the hoops What is a rose That is watered With no light? Long-rotted roots Black as the night Jump through the hoops Not quite as good, in my opinion. I guess that's what happens when it's not as inspired. I had inspiration, a feeling in the last one. It was really based on the fact that I realised I had never written a love song in my life, and I suddenly wanted to. This one...It was inspired, but the rose metaphor seems so...overused... Heh, I know how it is to try and write while uninspired. At times, it seems like you're trying to drive in neutral, eh? As for the rose: Next time... try a potato! xD A potato? Only if it were something like "Ode to my potato" or something...
Mmmf. You never hear the whole potato concept, huh? Heheh.
It's the idea that a potato is better symbolism than a rose.
Rose - Useless, looks pretty. (My love for you is based entirely on outer beauty!)
Potato - Can be used for an assload of cool stuff besides eating. (My love for you is versatile and enjoyable!)
Rose - Withers in a few days. (My love for you is temporary and superficial!)
Potato - Almost impossible to kill... heck, leave the damn thing alone, and it'll start growing more. (My love for you is strong and enduring!) |
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 12:20 am
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addseale2 Lethkhar addseale2 Lethkhar Well, if you guys liked that one, here's one I jotted down during lunch today. I sat down to work on Chemistry homework, then decided it could wait. Enter the building Sit, stay, and work Go through the motions Mindless effort Jump through the hoops Warming a seat Wasting a mind On what a computer could do Limited time Jump through the hoops What is a rose That is watered With no light? Long-rotted roots Black as the night Jump through the hoops Not quite as good, in my opinion. I guess that's what happens when it's not as inspired. I had inspiration, a feeling in the last one. It was really based on the fact that I realised I had never written a love song in my life, and I suddenly wanted to. This one...It was inspired, but the rose metaphor seems so...overused... Heh, I know how it is to try and write while uninspired. At times, it seems like you're trying to drive in neutral, eh? As for the rose: Next time... try a potato! xD A potato? Only if it were something like "Ode to my potato" or something... Mmmf. You never hear the whole potato concept, huh? Heheh. It's the idea that a potato is better symbolism than a rose. Rose - Useless, looks pretty. (My love for you is based entirely on outer beauty!) Potato - Can be used for an assload of cool stuff besides eating. (My love for you is versatile and enjoyable!) Rose - Withers in a few days. (My love for you is temporary and superficial!) Potato - Almost impossible to kill... heck, leave the damn thing alone, and it'll start growing more. (My love for you is strong and enduring!)
Hm, interesting concept...But why a potato? Why not a twinkie?
"My love for you could survive a nuclear war!"
I'm not really using the rose in a romantic sense here. In fact, the last one I posted was the first piece of writing involving love I've ever written.
Besides, the word "potato" is 3 syllables long...
I do like the idea, though. It's just it might be kind of hard for people listening/reading to get that with just the word "potato". |
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 9:06 pm
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Well... here's one that I actually wrote today.
I had intended not too look at it again for... well, a long while. I stuck this, along with the several pages from my scrapped notebook I'd accumulated over the past few weeks, in my dresser.
I'd been using it just as a place to throw various things, but I found a *lot* of my mom's old things in the bottom drawer. Photos, keep-sakes, and a few diarys from when my dad was in prison, before their divorce. I think, one of these days, I'm going to go through all of that... maybe a bit like a time capsule.
Either way, this one I felt I just needed to put on here.
Quote: Floral GloryA flower rowing alone in the cracks of a sidewalk isolated from the field In hopes the winds will carry its seeds away to sprout brighter petals But again they land in the cold embrace of concrete so doubtful they'll live.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 10:02 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 12:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 7:34 pm
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Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen I finally wrote a new poem. I was just writing randomly when this thing materialized. I hope you enjoy it!
The Five Senses
Do you hear it?
Hear the whisper?
I can hear it
Hear the whipser
Do you feel it?
Feel the insanity?
I can feel it
Feel the insanity
Do you smell it?
Smell the decay?
I can smell it
Smell the decay
Do you see it?
See the disorder?
I can see it
See the disorder
Can you taste it?
Taste the poison?
I can taste it
Taste the poison
Hear the whisper
Feel the insanity
Smell the decay
See the disorder
Taste the poison
It is called religion
Hear it whisper lies
Feel its insane grip
As the scent of decay plagues your mind
See the disorder it causes the world
As if feeds poison to the blind
Now tell me theistic worms
Tell me why
Your five senses you refuse to apply
Look at me and answer true
Who is more helpess?
Me, or you? It seemed a bit strong, though I'm assuming you were aiming for such. I rather enjoyed how it flowed in through severity for the first half.
I was aiming for it to be strong.
Was the beginning too repetitive? I started out just writing a few likes...and decided to play with it. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 7:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:01 pm
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Sanguvixen Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen I finally wrote a new poem. I was just writing randomly when this thing materialized. I hope you enjoy it!
The Five Senses
Do you hear it?
Hear the whisper?
I can hear it
Hear the whipser
Do you feel it?
Feel the insanity?
I can feel it
Feel the insanity
Do you smell it?
Smell the decay?
I can smell it
Smell the decay
Do you see it?
See the disorder?
I can see it
See the disorder
Can you taste it?
Taste the poison?
I can taste it
Taste the poison
Hear the whisper
Feel the insanity
Smell the decay
See the disorder
Taste the poison
It is called religion
Hear it whisper lies
Feel its insane grip
As the scent of decay plagues your mind
See the disorder it causes the world
As if feeds poison to the blind
Now tell me theistic worms
Tell me why
Your five senses you refuse to apply
Look at me and answer true
Who is more helpess?
Me, or you? It seemed a bit strong, though I'm assuming you were aiming for such. I rather enjoyed how it flowed in through severity for the first half. I was aiming for it to be strong.
Was the beginning too repetitive? I started out just writing a few likes...and decided to play with it. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:03 pm
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Lethkhar Sanguvixen I finally wrote a new poem. I was just writing randomly when this thing materialized. I hope you enjoy it!
The Five Senses
Do you hear it?
Hear the whisper?
I can hear it
Hear the whipser
Do you feel it?
Feel the insanity?
I can feel it
Feel the insanity
Do you smell it?
Smell the decay?
I can smell it
Smell the decay
Do you see it?
See the disorder?
I can see it
See the disorder
Can you taste it?
Taste the poison?
I can taste it
Taste the poison
Hear the whisper
Feel the insanity
Smell the decay
See the disorder
Taste the poison
It is called religion
Hear it whisper lies
Feel its insane grip
As the scent of decay plagues your mind
See the disorder it causes the world
As if feeds poison to the blind
Now tell me theistic worms
Tell me why
Your five senses you refuse to apply
Look at me and answer true
Who is more helpess?
Me, or you? Worms? Harsh...
Yeah...well can you dispute that they are not worm like? At least the zealots?
Think about it. They burrow into the mind of thier victims with ideas of a fiery hell, and eternal tormit. They eat away at children's minds until they are left with no doubt that there exists some person in they sky watching over them. In fact, the damage also seems to impair the idea of logic in some cases.
Thiests are in a way like worms. Or at least that is how I view it. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:07 pm
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Sanguvixen Lethkhar Sanguvixen I finally wrote a new poem. I was just writing randomly when this thing materialized. I hope you enjoy it!
The Five Senses
Do you hear it?
Hear the whisper?
I can hear it
Hear the whipser
Do you feel it?
Feel the insanity?
I can feel it
Feel the insanity
Do you smell it?
Smell the decay?
I can smell it
Smell the decay
Do you see it?
See the disorder?
I can see it
See the disorder
Can you taste it?
Taste the poison?
I can taste it
Taste the poison
Hear the whisper
Feel the insanity
Smell the decay
See the disorder
Taste the poison
It is called religion
Hear it whisper lies
Feel its insane grip
As the scent of decay plagues your mind
See the disorder it causes the world
As if feeds poison to the blind
Now tell me theistic worms
Tell me why
Your five senses you refuse to apply
Look at me and answer true
Who is more helpess?
Me, or you? Worms? Harsh... Yeah...well can you dispute that they are not worm like? At least the zealots?
Think about it. They burrow into the mind of thier victims with ideas of a fiery hell, and eternal tormit. They eat away at children's minds until they are left with no doubt that there exists some person in they sky watching over them. In fact, the damage also seems to impair the idea of logic in some cases.
Thiests are in a way like worms. Or at least that is how I view it.
It's true. I'm amazed the children here have a shread of will left to them after all the [x] that they're fed day in and day out. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:07 pm
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Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen I finally wrote a new poem. I was just writing randomly when this thing materialized. I hope you enjoy it!
The Five Senses
Do you hear it?
Hear the whisper?
I can hear it
Hear the whipser
Do you feel it?
Feel the insanity?
I can feel it
Feel the insanity
Do you smell it?
Smell the decay?
I can smell it
Smell the decay
Do you see it?
See the disorder?
I can see it
See the disorder
Can you taste it?
Taste the poison?
I can taste it
Taste the poison
Hear the whisper
Feel the insanity
Smell the decay
See the disorder
Taste the poison
It is called religion
Hear it whisper lies
Feel its insane grip
As the scent of decay plagues your mind
See the disorder it causes the world
As if feeds poison to the blind
Now tell me theistic worms
Tell me why
Your five senses you refuse to apply
Look at me and answer true
Who is more helpess?
Me, or you? It seemed a bit strong, though I'm assuming you were aiming for such. I rather enjoyed how it flowed in through severity for the first half. I was aiming for it to be strong.
Was the beginning too repetitive? I started out just writing a few likes...and decided to play with it. It was a bit so but the way in which that repetition was used actually served to improve the piece as a whole.
I see...I started the thing, and when I got down to the end of where the reptition ends...I actually had a bit of difficulty carrying it on...to flow without being too...jerky? Is that the right word?
I dunno. I'm actually a bit disatified with this peice. I wish I could stream line it a little more.
And aside to Lethkar! Damn you! Look what you started! Every time I look at the centered text I get this creepy idea of worm. Even the shape is worm-like. ;shudders; |
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:10 pm
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Sanguvixen Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen I finally wrote a new poem. I was just writing randomly when this thing materialized. I hope you enjoy it!
The Five Senses
Do you hear it?
Hear the whisper?
I can hear it
Hear the whipser
Do you feel it?
Feel the insanity?
I can feel it
Feel the insanity
Do you smell it?
Smell the decay?
I can smell it
Smell the decay
Do you see it?
See the disorder?
I can see it
See the disorder
Can you taste it?
Taste the poison?
I can taste it
Taste the poison
Hear the whisper
Feel the insanity
Smell the decay
See the disorder
Taste the poison
It is called religion
Hear it whisper lies
Feel its insane grip
The scent of decay plagues your mind
Disorder is caused to the world
As it feeds poison to the blind
Now tell me theistic worms
Tell me why
Your five senses you refuse to apply
Look at me and answer true
Who is more helpess?
Me, or you? It seemed a bit strong, though I'm assuming you were aiming for such. I rather enjoyed how it flowed in through severity for the first half. I was aiming for it to be strong.
Was the beginning too repetitive? I started out just writing a few likes...and decided to play with it. It was a bit so but the way in which that repetition was used actually served to improve the piece as a whole. I see...I started the thing, and when I got down to the end of where the reptition ends...I actually had a bit of difficulty carrying it on...to flow without being too...jerky? Is that the right word?
I dunno. I'm actually a bit disatified with this peice. I wish I could stream line it a little more.
And aside to Lethkar! Damn you! Look what you started! Every time I look at the centered text I get this creepy idea of worm. Even the shape is worm-like. ;shudders;
Well, a bit of refining wouldn't hurt. If you really believe you could do more with it, then give it a shot! |
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:10 pm
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Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen Lethkhar Sanguvixen I finally wrote a new poem. I was just writing randomly when this thing materialized. I hope you enjoy it!
The Five Senses
Do you hear it?
Hear the whisper?
I can hear it
Hear the whipser
Do you feel it?
Feel the insanity?
I can feel it
Feel the insanity
Do you smell it?
Smell the decay?
I can smell it
Smell the decay
Do you see it?
See the disorder?
I can see it
See the disorder
Can you taste it?
Taste the poison?
I can taste it
Taste the poison
Hear the whisper
Feel the insanity
Smell the decay
See the disorder
Taste the poison
It is called religion
Hear it whisper lies
Feel its insane grip
As the scent of decay plagues your mind
See the disorder it causes the world
As if feeds poison to the blind
Now tell me theistic worms
Tell me why
Your five senses you refuse to apply
Look at me and answer true
Who is more helpess?
Me, or you? Worms? Harsh... Yeah...well can you dispute that they are not worm like? At least the zealots?
Think about it. They burrow into the mind of thier victims with ideas of a fiery hell, and eternal tormit. They eat away at children's minds until they are left with no doubt that there exists some person in they sky watching over them. In fact, the damage also seems to impair the idea of logic in some cases.
Thiests are in a way like worms. Or at least that is how I view it. It's true. I'm amazed the children here have a shread of will left to them after all the [x] that they're fed day in and day out.
Not all children can be beaten or brainwashed into believing. I'm a fine example of that.
I was sent to Sunday School early on...but no matter what they did they couldn't beat the "Devil" out of me that was a want to ask questions, and demand answers. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:15 pm
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Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen I finally wrote a new poem. I was just writing randomly when this thing materialized. I hope you enjoy it!
The Five Senses
Do you hear it?
Hear the whisper?
I can hear it
Hear the whipser
Do you feel it?
Feel the insanity?
I can feel it
Feel the insanity
Do you smell it?
Smell the decay?
I can smell it
Smell the decay
Do you see it?
See the disorder?
I can see it
See the disorder
Can you taste it?
Taste the poison?
I can taste it
Taste the poison
Hear the whisper
Feel the insanity
Smell the decay
See the disorder
Taste the poison
It is called religion
Hear it whisper lies
Feel its insane grip
The scent of decay plagues your mind
Disorder is caused to the world
As it feeds poison to the blind
Now tell me theistic worms
Tell me why
Your five senses you refuse to apply
Look at me and answer true
Who is more helpess?
Me, or you? It seemed a bit strong, though I'm assuming you were aiming for such. I rather enjoyed how it flowed in through severity for the first half. I was aiming for it to be strong.
Was the beginning too repetitive? I started out just writing a few likes...and decided to play with it. It was a bit so but the way in which that repetition was used actually served to improve the piece as a whole. I see...I started the thing, and when I got down to the end of where the reptition ends...I actually had a bit of difficulty carrying it on...to flow without being too...jerky? Is that the right word?
I dunno. I'm actually a bit disatified with this peice. I wish I could stream line it a little more.
And aside to Lethkar! Damn you! Look what you started! Every time I look at the centered text I get this creepy idea of worm. Even the shape is worm-like. ;shudders; Well, a bit of refining wouldn't hurt. If you really believe you could do more with it, then give it a shot!
Oops...I hit the wrong button. Ok...
Hmmm.....Check out the bolded text. I snipped a few things and changed a few words. Does that look better? |
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:16 pm
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Sanguvixen Tenth Speed Writer Sanguvixen Lethkhar Sanguvixen I finally wrote a new poem. I was just writing randomly when this thing materialized. I hope you enjoy it!
The Five Senses
Do you hear it?
Hear the whisper?
I can hear it
Hear the whipser
Do you feel it?
Feel the insanity?
I can feel it
Feel the insanity
Do you smell it?
Smell the decay?
I can smell it
Smell the decay
Do you see it?
See the disorder?
I can see it
See the disorder
Can you taste it?
Taste the poison?
I can taste it
Taste the poison
Hear the whisper
Feel the insanity
Smell the decay
See the disorder
Taste the poison
It is called religion
Hear it whisper lies
Feel its insane grip
As the scent of decay plagues your mind
See the disorder it causes the world
As if feeds poison to the blind
Now tell me theistic worms
Tell me why
Your five senses you refuse to apply
Look at me and answer true
Who is more helpess?
Me, or you? Worms? Harsh... Yeah...well can you dispute that they are not worm like? At least the zealots?
Think about it. They burrow into the mind of thier victims with ideas of a fiery hell, and eternal tormit. They eat away at children's minds until they are left with no doubt that there exists some person in they sky watching over them. In fact, the damage also seems to impair the idea of logic in some cases.
Thiests are in a way like worms. Or at least that is how I view it. It's true. I'm amazed the children here have a shread of will left to them after all the [x] that they're fed day in and day out. Not all children can be beaten or brainwashed into believing. I'm a fine example of that.
I was sent to Sunday School early on...but no matter what they did they couldn't beat the "Devil" out of me that was a want to ask questions, and demand answers.
That's something special, y'know it?
Not everyone is born with that sort of will... though I wish more were.
I just wish there was a way to help these young ones out that can't help themselves. |
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