Poetry, Short Stories or Whatever

I think they're great! I wish I had some of those creative juices still flowing... if you don't keep it up you'll find they 'dry up' as you get older. So keep it up!

 

Those were very good, C Jay! I'm terrible with poetry...no matter how hard I try, I can never make it work.

It may not be a good idea for me to post much of my material here, as I write to vent, so my stories are covered with profanity and sometimes some fairly dark themes. Plus, nobody ever wants to read any of my stories, so I really don't write much anymore.

 

Here is a not-so-uplifting one:


Her.

It's her softly parted lips of perfection
That breathe this humid air.

Contained air;
Like that in a balloon.
Plastic.
Moisture.
Clinging at the sides.
Swilling 'cross the surface.
Rising to the sun.

Still, I stand here
With her.
Canine teeth protrude as she smiles and
I shy away from her eyes;
Pools of black
To drown in.

 

Balint, that was great! Simple and powerful ^^

In a fit of...shall I say, "severe self-criticism," I deleted most of my darker stories, but I'm rebuilding, heh.

This is a snippet from a series of two-page stories I'm writing called Tales of Glory. They're about a mercenary company in the future, and how combat has utterly destroyed them inside. It's not exactly brilliant, heh, but I'm not about to post like five pages of dialogue on a forum. I envy you poets ^^

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“By the Phoenix, Adam, I'm trying to help you!”

“Funny, you mentioning the Phoenix. Lots of inner strength, cutting yourself to solve your problems, putting a gun to your head when that doesn't work. How dare you think you can help me?”

Tessa opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes glistened, and just looking at her made Adam regret what he had said. Enduring the sight of her in this state was punishment enough. She closed her eyes and looked down. The fire left Adam's veins, and he took a step toward her, prepared to apologize.

Her head snapped up again, anger burning behind the scarlet veil of her bangs. “Who the ---- are you to judge me, you ungrateful ----? Yes, my life's been one living hell to the next, but I move on. Yes, I'm a Phoenix. I'm trying find the strength to keep me going. I'm trying. You're always hiding. Every single god damned mission it's me there at your bedside trying to fix your self esteem when all I wanna do is cut my wrists. I'm not putting up with this hole you keep digging yourself into anymore.”

Adam swallowed hard. “Tessa, I-”

Waving her hand, Tessa cut him off. She let out a long breath. “Listen, until you're ready to help yourself, I can't do anything for you. The briefing's at noon. Be there, or don't. You're not my problem anymore.” Turning, Tessa moved for the door, touched the control panel, and left the room.

For a long while, Adam stared at the door, sure of only one fact: that he had screwed up again. The loathing he felt for himself knew no bounds. Slowly, he made his way to the bathroom. The mirror's light blinked on when he stood in front of the sink, and the man he saw disgusted him. A surge of rage pumped through his system, and the next thing he knew, his fist was inside the mirror, a spider web of cracks distorting the reflection. His knuckles burned as blood dribbled down his wrist. His hand shook as he withdrew it, glass shards coming loose as he did so. Clutching the back of his head with both hands, he hunched over the sink and sobbed. All we wanted was strength, the strength to end it all.

 

NO WAY! OMGI'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A THREAD LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! I just didn't want to create it because I didn't want to showboat. But prepare for showboating. (I never show anyone these, and I'm desperate for feedback.)

This first one won't make sense to anyone here. You have to live in the Poconos and experience the influx of destruction that has been wreaked. But I shall post it anywho.
To give a bit of background, I live atop a mountain and if you look down you can see my entire village. I do this when I feel pensive. This sprouted the poem.

Electric Stars

Looking off the mountaintop,
I see electric stars below me.
I’ve never seen this place this way before,
With the lights of a new urban revolution glowing beneath me.
I’d never seen the electric stars, never seen the electric stars.

I remember when the stars were only above me,
Glimmering down on a perfect country night
I remember standing at the top of this mountain- my mountain
The last 15 years and seeing the warm glow of inhabitant’s homes-
But never the electric stars, never the electric stars.

This isn’t how it was meant to be, how it used to be
How it should be.
It was the crispest air you’ve ever tasted, the closest to nature you’ll ever be
It was still, tranquil, air and pines
It was undisturbed peace on this little cut of land,
It was this middle-of-nowhere utopia-
but never electric stars, never electric stars below.

But now, I feel this presence of death
I can hear the screaming and pleading of mother earth as she was destroyed,
The eerie howl of the bravura atmosphere being shattered by bulldozers
For the sake of your quarter-million-dollar homes and SUV’s
For the sake of your fucking electric stars, your fucking electric stars.

I hate the electric stars,
For they symbolize the demise of everything I love-
When I look at your new life built on nature’s death
I see post-war wreckage in the middle of the battle
A mother crying as she is told her baby will not survive
There is nothing she can do,
It is in the hands of the electric stars, the careless, careless electric stars.

My baby is in the hands of the electric stars.
The careless, careless electric stars-
Who will let it pass without a second thought.

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A Ballad of Queer Teenaged Romance.

I love you.
I despise you.
I love that I despise you-
I despise that I love you.

Tell me now, does this paradox take the shape of sense?
Or is it simply an abstract form inside the abstract sanctum of my mind-
I’m fighting my emotions like a locomotive tearing through a hurricane.

See, it’s not really you that this anthem goes out to.
I deplore your cowardice and sensuous hold it keeps on you
The arms it wraps around your elegant body
Seem to be of more significance than the human ones I possess-
the same that held you that day, that legendary summer afternoon.

But.
Whilst submitting to the slavery of modern society-
You proclaim cries of anarchy over your lover’s lips
(Lover, turn a deaf ear, you are still able to hear…)
Because you refuse to grab the solid-gold handle on that closet door.

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I don't know what to classify this as but here goes:

Summer is not eternal- it can not be
Therefore, neither can a summer love,
Or a summer rose.
So just as autumn signals the cycle repeating
And a summer rose retreats from the winter chill
A summer love ends-
But don’t let your heart be broken,
Because summer comes around again.
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That's all for now. Mostly because a good chunk of my good stuff is written down on paper and not in word. My computer is the hub for all my disturbing emo poetry. Besides, I think 3 is enough. woot.

 

Those were very good ^^ I actually work near the Poconos, near Hazleton, though I live further northeast, in the valley. Having lived in our own little field of electric stars, I don't quite have the connection to the wildlife that you do, but I know how beautiful it is up there, and can imagine what it must be like.

 

I write a ton...lol....most of it is really depressing, but here I'll try to post something more positive....

A Window

A memmory through the window
I look and see hope for tomorrow
As I construct my thoughts on silly paper
I can see it all clearly
A rugged past
Wishing I had no ID
I construct ideas at this window
Come now, I cannot wait for tomorrow
A new day
The hard way
I can make it, I can take it
Through rejection and idiocy
both by the way, haunt my dreams
I make it, I can take it
A shield, a way
Wishing you were here to stay
But you say "no way"
With the first time
So I look towards the window
A television of its own
These words just seem to flow
Why are you standing here?
Mirrors make, windows take the minutes away, far away
Silence is the advocate
Noise is the enemy
Depression is a currency
You pay your way with your damn emotions
But a window lets in the air
Air to blow you away
A story on its own
Take your own way home
I passed through the window
I look and see all the hope for tomorrow

-At the time I wrote this, one of my dearest friends was thinking about commiting suicide...and I got so angry that I wrote this...I wasnt sure what I was writing, but I didnt really care...lol...so it's weird, but I dont mind...(by the way, the friend has no more thoughts of suicide...yay!)

Half Light

 

Here is one of my darker poems...

In nights where cold lurks everywhere
Creatures stir and monsters stare
From the woods they hide
And the night reveals why they come out:
For souls to steal.
They tear the heart and eat the liver
The wind blows harder
And the trees quiver
Evil comes and evil goes
But one who knows where evil lies
Find's it for the Master's eyes
Out of luck, the soul is reaped
An arm torn off
Blood from the eyes seep
The monsters return when the sun brings day
The creatures cowardly run away
The damage is done
The light has revealed
Souls no more the bodies feel

 

Half-Light, those were very good! I particularly enjoyed the first one. Oh, and happy 100th post!

I've been writing more shorts, but I don't think they're appropriate for this site. My latest work relates to suicide, which is a touchy subject here. Heh, I'm focusing a lot on my negative energy this week, becaue this weekend, I'm getting hooked up with anti-depressants. What impact this will have on my creative works, only time will tell.

 

This is rather twisty.


Introversion

What happenes when you're in the dark so long the light burns?
On the outside the shell you are smiles and laughs to mask the reality
Inside the dark is your home.
It refuges the part of you that you repudiate.
By entrusting it to the dark, you can ignore it.
Some days you wonder if you should get it over with and release the secret
Let someone in so you aren't alone
"No," the dark hisses, "Nothing good can come of it"
Watching over you like some perverse parent
It badgers you until you give in
After all it must know best
For you to entrust this revolting secret to it
Your revulsion of your secret makes you agree with the dark
It's as close as you can get to erasing it
You don't want to be how you are
Living half a life mercilessly secluding this part of you is the best way to live
After all who can understand?
The symbiosis with the darkness is of enormous help in living fully
Right?
With the help of the dark you can be normal

 

That was really good, Emperor, and I think a lot of people here will relate to that. For me, it's not so much revulsion (although that is a factor), but also the fact that the voice telling you that it's best to keep it a secret is a part of you, so not trusting that voice is like distrusting yourself, which is a pretty scary thing.

 

Aww thanks steam giant. They only way im creative is through writing like that so i thought id give it a shot. Glad it worked

 

that was good poem, EmperorDJT...and thanks, Steam Giant, the second poem I posted just came to me when my mother and I first moved into our new house, which has these eerie looking woods behind it...lol...and, yes, the first poem is about a friend of mine who has considered talking his life away, and I got mad and took it out on paper not really knowing what to right because I was so furious...lol...so yeah

Half-light

 

Thanks Half-Light ^ ^. I think yours are better than mine though. All I really did was take some hatred and put it in words. Whatever words came to mind I wrote but yours seem like you put way more thought into them.

 

Aww but yours was so good, EmporerDJT! The times that I wrote those poems I was really upset, or very confused...and I have been writing for a long time now (thats including short stories and books that I am writing...I know, crazy, right?...lol) The only reason I started writing was because I found it as an outlet to get away from my problems, atleast for a little while (at the time I started writing I was going through my parents seperation)...as to putting thought into the poems, I really just wrote down what I thought, and even then I didnt even really know what I was thinking, I was just blurting out words...so yeah...lol

Half-light

 

Yeah see i basically did the same thing, wrote down whatever was there at the time

 

Well, I love to write poems. I have a stack of poems taht I made up. I also update soome in my blog . But as I read them they sound so silly, so I delete them (they've been written since last year, wen my vocabularies were broad). now I only have 1 in my blog
Sometimes it's really hard to make poem wen i have to make all the ends rythm together, and make the poem sound nonsence:lol:

 

Oh come now i bet they cant be that bad. Im a firm believer in non rhyming poetry cause i suck at rhyming and the poem sounds corny to me if i try to make it rhyme