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 Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2004 6:26 am
Express yourself using Gaia’s most easily attained expressive feature -
no, not emotes. Language.
This thread is for artistic endeavours through the use of writing;
poetry, rants, keystyles, et cetera.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2004 7:02 am
It's...just so beatiful. crying
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2004 7:05 am
I guess I will kick it off.
This is a crazy poem I wrote in free period today in order to amuse myself. It doesn't make any real sense...or does it? eek
Yeah, no title.
Popsicle animal
Checkouts and chess
The Bishop roams red
In evening dress
And when under stress
Turns with finesse
To whiskey and crumpets.
The patrons are blessed.
Popsicle animal
Radical rams
Innocent ewes
Push paddlepop prams
Wild white lambs
Dream of bright lights and trams
But live to be sold
Between fresh beefs and hams.
Perhaps I should mention
A walrus?
Tusky tusky tusky teeth
Sit from his hairy lip beneath
Never in golf and never on par
With his kingly top-hat
And stinking cigar.
Fw0ar. Wasn't that interesting? No it wasn't. Thanks for playing. 3nodding
I may post something serious in the next few days.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 12:39 am
That was more than Vent-worthy Mew.
In future you should include:
1) Wrist-cutting references
2) The torture of being dumped by someone who never loved you.
3) (And my favourite) Suicide!
Vent loves hormonal teenagers... and angst! Gotta love the angst.
Ps: Except I really liked that poem - therefore it shall never be vent-worthy.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 2:13 am
Jive Whale That was more than Vent-worthy Mew. In future you should include: 1) Wrist-cutting references 2) The torture of being dumped by someone who never loved you. 3) (And my favourite) Suicide! Vent loves hormonal teenagers... and angst! Gotta love the angst. Ps: Except I really liked that poem - therefore it shall never be vent-worthy.Thanks. I'd never bother submitting work to Vent. I don't want to be associated with those people. Anywho, I will post more work. Don't be afraid to criticise it. I don't gain anything from people simply telling somethings good (though it makes me feel good). I need honest opinions, don't be afraid to say the truth.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 2:14 am
One that I wrote this morning (instead of going to school). Again, it doesn't have a name...yet.
My words flow
Like a dripping tap at night.
Drip drip drip
Insignificant to all
Under the moon.
All night
Drip drip drip
Keeps me wide-eyed
Thirsty in
this spiritual insanity
this insipid inspiration.
My pen writes
Drip drip drip
Soars and dives
Like a cripple
But sometimes
Cruthes turn to wings
Sometimes not.
Usually the
Inky octopus
confused with so many
troublesome knots
Turns and squirms
Under the pressure
And fails.
My martyred mind burns
Like a contradictory crab
Who scuttles sideways
on orhcestral legs
Predictably
Onto a plate.
Drip drip drip
(sizzle sizzle)
Ordered it well done
And it came back fried
In inspired insomnia.
Now me and Andy are going to get drunk and play rpgs. w00. xd
Edit: fixed spelled spellin xd
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 3:02 am
What does myrtered mean?
Hmmn... I'll have to find something of worth to put in here... maybe a story... Yes. I think I wrote a nice story ages ago...
Heh, I've got plenty a Vent worthy poem... don't know if I want to show them to the world though sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 3:08 am
Okay okay. Here's something I wrote in year 10.
The Rime of the Ancient Good Ship Loonfoot.
Once apon a summers blue,
The good ship Loonfroot could have flew.
"Let's fly this ship!" the captain said.
"You can't do that you stupid head!
Stop talking in rhyme
You stuid mime!
But its the only thing that keeps me sane;
Not to rhyme would cause me pain."
All the ships crew had passed away
So the captain was starting to get a bit fey.
He could only converse with himself
Or his new found friend - the elf.
So ignoring his own voice in his skull,
Two lovely wings he connected to the hull
Of the good ship Loonfroot so that it might fly.
But there is one truth known to you and I:
That cheese and spoons work twice as well,
And would call for a dance-off in the dell.
New friend Elf informed Capt'n of this,
"Mumble ******** mumble piss!"
Our fairly pissed off captain retorted,
To the Elven king he must be reported!
Swearing at elves is just not done
So up came the Elven king with his sparkle gun.
"This is what happens with monkeys and bananas,
And YOU my friend, are not going to the Bahamas."
"You can't kill me! Your ******** crazy!!!"
"YOU, my friend, is the one who eats daisys."
The Elven king then shot the captain with sparkles,
The captain then said "Mar name isnt Markle!"
"Now you will die a death so doomful,
And no little imps will be at your funeral."
"This can't happen! I don't want to go!"
And as Capt'n went mental, it started to snow.
The King dissapeared with a flash and a squeeze
and the poor old captain died the death of the freeze...
The good ship Loonfroot sailed out to sea
And wrote a wonderful story for you and for me.
xp
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 3:12 am
And here's a short story I wrote... also in year 10...
The Life and Times of Ricehead Von Ricehead.
Once apon a time Ricehead went for a walk. He went for a big walk that day. Past the rainbow well and the beds of stars, past the gacious trees and the tawny leather beasts, who will one day be ressurected for their meat. Ricehead learnt alot on this walk. He learnt all about lifes ups and downs, and also the ups and downs of the rolly polly hills and valleys which could be incorperated into the ups and downs of life itself. He also saw many things. He saw how much pain the birds felt when they saw the homes and houses of many before them crumble before their very wings. He witnessed the birth of a buffalo sprite, and followed it untill it met its downfall on a windswept path, along a wordswept canyon. As he continued walking, he aged, became younger, died, lived, and digested all at the same time. But by the time he realised that the eyes of Lee Oskar are an illiterate fool who mereley plays on the mouth of a harmonica, the sun was getting low in the sky and becoming a most beautiful shade of lilac pinkness. So Ricehead (who by this time was a little weary) found a nice soft cliff to rest apon and rest he did. As the sun set he watched over the vast plain that lay below. So many things had passed that day, all because of his constant wandering, blundering and striding. On the plain the creatures were repeating. Repeating the retreating that happens every night. retreating to the comfort that is sleep. He lifted his gaze to the now darkening sky and saw a pair of feathery wingish eagles soaring towards the horizon. To himself now he mumbled these simple words: "I have had enough of this hum-drum walking business. It's simply time for me to take hold and fly." And with that he stepped off the cliff, spread his wings and floated. Floated forever.
the end.
(Yes I know it makes no sense)
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 11:16 pm
Em, that Ricehead story sure is fantastic! 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 1:06 am
Here's that first poem again. It's less absurd and the meaning is now much more evident (due to the title I suppose). This is probably how it will stay until I am confident enough to improve it.
Popsicle Animal,
Religious Requiem.
Popsicle animal
Carpenters cubs
Building a lodge
Between hearts and shrubs
When oil and suds
Poison flowers and buds
The carpenter cries
For the killers he loves.
Popsicle animal
Churches and chess
The Bishop roams red
In evening dress
And when under stress
Turns with finesse
To whiskey and crumpets.
The patrons are blessed.
Popsicle animal
Radical rams
Innocent ewes
Push paddlepop prams
Wild white lambs
Dream of bright lights and trams
But live to be sold
Between fresh beefs and hams.
Perhaps I should mention
A walrus?
Tusky tusky tusky teeth
Sit from his hairy lip beneath
Never in golf and never on par
With his kingly top-hat
And stinking cigar.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 3:15 am
Finished (mebe xd ) version of above poem. Gunna post some old ones soon. Both these ones have been done in the last week.
Malevolent Motive
words flow wildly
heavenly discreet
like a dripping tap
insignificant to all
under the moon
all night
keeps the eyes wide
raging desperately in the
repetitive repetition
thirsty in
this spiritual insanity
this insipid inspiration
the pen writes
flows and stumbles
soars and dives
like a cripple
sometimes
crutches turn to wings
sometimes not
mayhap the
inky octopus
confused with so many
troublesome knots
turns and squirms
under the pressure
and fails
the ever-present fear
of rejected respect
and unimaginative
literary undulation
restrains
the martyred mind burns
like a contradictory crab
who scuttles sideways
on orchestral legs
predictably stable
onto a plate
uncouth in periodic
paralysis
exhausted
in inspired insomnia
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 3:16 am
mewcou Here's that first poem again. It's less absurd and the meaning is now much more evident (due to the title I suppose). This is probably how it will stay until I am confident enough to improve it. Popsicle Animal,
Religious Requiem.Popsicle animal Carpenters cubs Building a lodge Between hearts and shrubs When oil and suds Poison flowers and buds The carpenter cries For the killers he loves. Popsicle animal Churches and chess The Bishop roams red In evening dress And when under stress Turns with finesse To whiskey and crumpets. The patrons are blessed. Popsicle animal Radical rams Innocent ewes Push paddlepop prams Wild white lambs Dream of bright lights and trams But live to be sold Between fresh beefs and hams. Perhaps I should mention A walrus? Tusky tusky tusky teeth Sit from his hairy lip beneath Never in golf and never on par With his kingly top-hat And stinking cigar. That's way better than the other one...n I liked the other one. xp It makes much more sense now.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 4:57 am
defeat are connected to the ham bone
the ham bones connected to the bile production system,
the bile production system is connected to the heart string.
and the moss grows on a rock
EDIT 2:10 AM Thursday morn:
when i feel this way i create,
to create i must destroy
and by destroying i create;
a new memory
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2004 3:03 am
*Edited because I'm a dumbass*
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