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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 8:11 pm
Okay, I've divided this into sections for easier reading. It'll go in this order wink
Free Verse Poetry Lyrical/Rhyming Poetry Fictional Works Non-Fiction and Essays
Originally I had a lot more poems in here but I figured there were just too many for people to want to read through ALL of them. Thanks, byebye.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 8:15 pm
Free Verse
Misguided Night
Like a misguided knight The sun awakes me Reaching out to kiss my lips With its first rays of light Waking me Like a princess Who has for an age Been under the spell of sleep I open my eyes And instantly I love the day Which greets me And the light Which warms a body long still Bringing it to life Each sound that bursts Upon my ears Is like a birdsong Clear and strong Yet under the cushioning spell Of first awakening I take my first breath As if it were my very first And kiss the day With parted lips As if it were my one True love
Soap Bubble
Often I wonder If I am nothing more Than a soap bubble Reflecting a world Of people, places, things That come so close Without ever touching the surface And I wonder If something were to come Close enough to touch If that bubble of reflections Were to burst Would I find myself to be Nothing even as substantial As the air that filled it Am I nothing without that bubble Of reflections Or could I be, truly Not a bubble of nothingness But something real Is there a world that exists Inside that bubble That I cannot see myself Through the reflections And if the reflections were gone Would I find Not nothing But something so pure That others can only imagine What it might be like For them To capture its reflection
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 8:19 pm
Lyrical/Rhyming Poetry
Colored Glass
You whisper softly In my ear And I smile at words I want to hear Hold my hand And gently lie Give me colored glass To see inside Show me the picture I'm longing to see An artist's portrayal Of the way you could be Touch my world gently While you bury your soul I won't try to find it While you play your role But let me inside And I'll break out the glass Then your words will be clear And I'll know you at last
Innocence
Delicate roses With fragile blooms Holding their fragrance In fae-like tombs Shelter them, hold them Don't let them decay If you should pluck one Don't let it waste away Don't admire its beauty And then set it aside Don't throw it away When its petals are dry Preserve the sweet flower And the scent that shall fade As time passes by And its tomb is unmade
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 8:20 pm
Fictional Works
Well, I don't have anything completed and actually a lot of my work is stored away somewhere. This is sort of a sample of my writing style for fiction. I have a lot of "story-starters" like this that I've written and just not gotten back to. If you want to make comments on it, go ahead, I don't mind.
She closed her eyes briefly and held her breath, freezing. A slight echo of footsteps carried to her. She quickly moved into the shadow of a doorway, pressing herself into a corner as far as should could. She grasped the end of her dark braid and held it over her heart, a nervous habit that kept her hands from shaking. The stranger passed by and she relaxed as she heard the sound of footsteps retreating into the darkness. Watching the path the stranger had taken, she released her braid and flung it over her shoulder before slipping out of hiding and running as softly as possible in the other direction. There were many hunters about these days, their new ruler was very lax with the vampir. It was still illegal to kill a Nobleman's slave or to break into homes to kill humans, but Linnea didn't belong to anyone and had no protection. Her family had been forced from their home when they couldn't pay their taxes. Her parents hadn't survived past the first month on the street and her sisters had all disappeared, probably taken to be slaves. Linnea stopped along a wall and used the piping to climb to the roof-tops where there were usually fewer people and fewer hunters. Small storage sheds and herb gardens gave her much better places to hide than the garbage that littered the alley.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 8:21 pm
Non-Fiction and Essays
Well, I've been planning on writing a little about some things that happened a long time ago so I might as well start here where I can get some feedback. I'm not writing it in first person even though it's based on true events.
She studied their faces in confusion as she sat down on the opposite side of the table, straightening her uniform. The three of them greeted her pleasantly but there was an intentness in their expressions that made her nervous. After all, she was looking at her Commanding and Executive Officers, not to mention her Senior Enlisted Officer, and she had absolutely no idea why they wanted to talk to her. She hadn't done anything lately that would be considered either good or bad and there had been no rumors and no warning of this meeting. The only thing that anyone had known was that the end of the hall by the CO's office had been basically sealed off for the past few hours and no one was allowed to walk near where they might overhear anything, not unless they were called that is. The Co, a pleasant enough man if you never did anything bad, started with the first question and she relaxed immediately. "Lance Corporal Bond, we wanted to ask you a few questions about Lance Corporal Carson and Private Blad." She relaxed immediately and decided her two friends must have gotten into trouble somehow. She couldn't imagine what Blad could have done, since he was already on restriction. He was just too much of a smart a** for his own good. So she smiled and nodded. "Okay sir." She clasped her hands in her lap and thought that maybe she was going to find out that Carson and Blad had some sort of thing together and that was why Carson had dumped her a few weeks earlier. The way he'd broken up with her... he'd said he couldn't tell her why and only Blad knew. And it would make sense with the way the two acted sometimes. So she prepared herself for questions and the first was predictable. The XO asked it. "We've heard that you dated Carson. When were you dating him?" She replied to the XO after a moment of thought. "I didn't date him for very long, only for a week or two. From sometime in the middle of the first week of February until just a few days after Valentines Day." The XO nodded as she and the others took notes. The CO piped in. "Was there a reason the two of you broke up?" Evelyn pushed a strand of loose hair back behind her ear, it might not even have existed except in her imagination but it was a nervous habit that had to be satisfied. Even though she wasn't in trouble, just talking with higher ranking people sometimes made her a little twitchy. "He said that there was a reason but that he couldn't tell me what it was. He said that Blad was the only person who he could talk to about it." Evelyn didn't mention that Carson had admitted that whatever the problem was, that was what Blad and he were always talking about in Russian when she was around and wouldn't tell her the meaning of. It had been something that annoyed her and still did. If they had a thing together though, it would make sense. She waited for the next question, it was quick to come. Her CO looked at her intently and asked her. "Did either of them ever threaten you or give you any indications that they might hurt you?" She could really only stare for a moment, and she wasn't sure afterward, but her mouth may even have dropped open. Her eye-brows drew together in confusion and she answered slowly. "Hurt me... no... I mean, we were going to go out on Valentines night and my old roommate, Green, she came and told me that I shouldn't go anyplace wierd with Carson or anyplace dark. She wouldn't tell me why. I asked Blad about it and he told me not to worry." She remembered to herself that Blad's exact words were that Carson was gentle as a lamb and wouldn't hurt a fly. She fidgeted in her chair as he asked. "But he never did anything to threaten you or anything strange?" She shook her head and told him, "No, sir. We ended up not being able to go out." The three authority figures glanced at each other before writing more notes. She didn't understand their question, or more appropriately, she didn't understand why they were asking such a question. In her head she asked herself what sort of thing Carson and Blad could possibly have done that warranted a question like that. She paid very close attention to the coming questions, not wanting to say the wrong things. "Did Carson ever tell you about any personal problems?" Evelyn thought back to conversations she'd had with Carson. He hadn't been a really big talker, he'd always seemed sort of shy and timid, but he was always so nice and she thought he'd opened up to her a bit. A bit of a conversation came back to her and she told her audience. "Well, I know that he had some family problems. He used to laugh about how the joke about being beaten like a red-headed step-child was true for him when he was younger. I know that he still has problems with his family." They nodded and continued asking her questions that she couldn't really answer. She had made it clear that she'd dated him for a short time. There really was no reason for them to question her any further. True, she was also his friend and had been before they'd dated, but she didn't hang out with him all the time. Their final question was probably the most confusing. "Would you write a statement that says everything you just told us?" The CO asked. Evelyn nodded. "Sure, sir." He turned to the XO. "Will you take her to the admin shop and have her type that right now?" The XO nodded and motioned to Evelyn to follow her out of the CO's office and to the admin shop that was just down the hall. A statement sounded too official for the really NOT information she'd just given them. It couldn't be anything that they wouldn't hear from all of Carson and Blad's other friends. She decided that they must just think she had more insight because she'd dated Carson and hoped they weren't too disappointed with her lack of it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 1:06 pm
I love your poetry ^-^ especially the lyrical/rhyming ones. they're just uber great, and written well.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:37 pm
I love your writing! It's crazy good. My favorite thing here is Misguided Night, but I'm really curiouse about you're non-fiction/essay thing. Why were they questioning her? what happened? eek I want to knoooowwww!! gonk whee I love all your writing, its beautiful.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 6:04 pm
Nemone Lyrical/Rhyming PoetryColored Glass You whisper softly In my ear And I smile at words I want to hear Hold my hand And gently lie Give me colored glass To see inside Show me the picture I'm longing to see An artist's portrayal Of the way you could be Touch my world gently While you bury your soul I won't try to find it While you play your role But let me inside And I'll break out the glass Then your words will be clear And I'll know you at last Your rhythms in this poem were nice, and the subject was fine, though it certainly borders slightly on the cliche. Still, you approached it well. My major complaint is the rhyme. Not that you are rhyming, but that you used such simple rhymes. Glass and Last is nice, but Soul and Role is overly symplistic as is See and Be. Experiment further with off rhyme, or at least multisylabic rhyme.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 1:33 pm
Thanks for your replies. I haven't been around in ages so I didn't really get to see them before. Since you guys seemed to like my stuff maybe I'll put some more up sometime. I'm working on something in my workshop aka hidden guild right now. It probably won't be done for another month or so though.
Oh, the non-fiction/essay thing. I still haven't been able to finish that story. Somehow I just have a hard to writing it because it makes me remember difficult things. To be honest that actually happened to me. When I was in the military, some time before I went out with him, my ex-boyfriend and his friend stabbed this girl in the face/chest like 10+ times and then slit her throat twice. Actually she didn't die which might be worse for her with the scars she had to live with. I didn't know they were the people who did it at the time otherwise I wouldn't have dated one of them obviously. Anyways, I found out later that they had some sort of plan to kill me on Valentines day by luring me out to an old warehouse and stabbing me to death. Well, I was saved by my roommate and some mutual friends from ever going out with my boyfriend that night but it's still a tough story to write. If someone hadn't been nice enough to tell me about it I wouldn't have known I was betrayed right up to the end. My ex and his friend were arrested not long after valentines that year. They got turned in by the same guy who told everyone about their plan to stab me to death and who got everyone to conspire to make it so I couldn't go out that night. I'm still very good friends with that person now. He was afraid that they would kill him too if he told anyone but he still went and told my roommate and some other acquaintances about it in order to stop me from going out. Well, the fact that I was saved by people who weren't even really friends at the time makes me feel like I can deal with being betrayed by people who I obviously didn't know as well as I thought. Even though they were planning on killing me those guys don't even remember I existed from what I've heard. I'm glad but a little insulted. How can you plan on killing someone one day and then practically forget they even existed? Well, I think I've gone on about this topic long enough. I'm sure nobody wants to read that much about my almost murder. But maybe I should finish that story. It really is something that doesn't happen to everyone.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 11:22 am
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