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Junior Member
Join Date: Jun 2004
Location: ???
Age: 25
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Well...
It seems that I've got plenty to say lately. I guess I'm just catching up for all the time I was away. ___________________________________ Assimilation: As a boy he entertained, So many optimistic visions, Of his future. The world, a shiny bauble, Shimmering beneath enchanted eyes. But as this child grew to manhood, He would find. That this world was just a prison. An incubator for his mind. A world where one’s existence is denied. A world, where unfit mothers, Kill their children still inside. Still alive. A world where speaking images, Command, and we obey. A world where we’re controlled, What we think, and what we say. But it’s ok. Because we’ve been assimilated, To live, to think this way. But, a boy can’t understand, That numerous, are the esoteric secrets; Unseen. That this world, This sweet seductress. Lies in wait to kill his dreams. |
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Location: Edward's meadow
Age: 19
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There's no doubt about it you're writing is getting better everytime, that last poem is absolutely incredible I have no advice to give you I love the whole thing
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#133 (permalink) |
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Thanks so much for the comment. I'm very pleased that you liked it. My poetry and music are very personal to me. I pour everything that I have into each one individually. It's always great to hear complements, but more importantly, it's great to bring someone into my head for a short period of time.
Verbally, I don't share so much of myself. It seems that the only time that I can be honest about the way that I think and feel is when I'm writing it. I'm sure many people can relate... I think I'll post one more for today... This one's a song. __________________________________ Easy: I’m, frozen. I always seem to complicate, All of the easiest things. Shattered, But I won’t. Stupor even if I have, To let it all go... I can let it go... *** But it won’t, change, Anything... ‘Cause I don’t, feel, Anything… At all... It’s not my fault.... *** I’ve lived a thousand lives, Inside my mind... But it’s never felt, Quite like, It does, This time... (‘Cause I’m) I’m useless even if I fucking try! (I won’t cry) I won’t feel it even if I fucking die... *** I close my eyes; It terrifies me. There’s so many Conflicting things, Inside me . . . It’s frightening... Maybe if I, Can suppress it just a little bit longer... I won’t have to feel, The way I’m feeling right now. Maybe if I, Can hold on just a little bit longer... And I, ignore the pain; Endure the pain... I won’t feel it... ... I won’t feel it... ... (I can feel it) And how it’s circling. *** I’m, frozen. I always seem to complicate, All of the easiest things. Shattered; I won’t, Stupor even if I have, To let it all go... I can let it go... But it won’t change, Anything... (I won’t cry...) It won’t change, Anything... (I won’t cry...) It won’t change anything... Last edited by Nameless : 01-10-2006 at 11:45 AM. |
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Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Medellin, Colombia
Age: 18
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I gotta say, your style of writing is just absorbing. Your writing is very dark, but it's very full of emotions and rythm, I really like it. I've never seen anything quite like it, it's unique. You're very talented... you just manage to capture the reader entirely by using your emotions, and that's something not many people can do. I especially liked what you did with axeslinger, I could really relate to that one... I also liked how you give your work so much variety, you give conclusion to some things, and none to others, you talk about so many different emotions... it's amazing to see someone with that much versatibility (if that's a word.). I look forward to seeing more soon. Keep up the amazing work. And don't say you don't deserve nice comments or good things, cause you do. Trust me on that one. You kick ass. \m/
Edit: I just found your comment on my post. You must've left it there while I was checking your thread out... thanks for the comment. Thanks for taking time to chek out my work.
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Yeah, I suppose it is a bit dark huh?
But the good news is that every time I write something dark, I channel it out of myself, and into whatever it is that I'm writing. Even if it comes back later, it's an incredible release, and I feel better for awhile. I do throw in some nice one's from time to time, but I haven't written many lately (lack of inspiration I guess). That was really cool of you to look around instead of just reading from the top and throwing in a one liner. Don't get me wrong, comments are great in general, but I'm glad that you liked my stuff enough to read more. About the one I made with axslinger: That's one of my favorites; I never could have done it on my own. I love writing in different styles, it makes old topics fresh again. If you ever read his stuff you'll be able to see how weird the mixture is. It's a perfect combination of our styles. We sent it back and forth for like a week playing with it, which is really odd for me. Most of the time, if I have to stop in the middle of a poem or song I lose it almost instantly; I never could figure out why... Well, I should stop talking now. If I don't I could easily fill up a whole page of my thread just rambling on. But seriously though, thanks again for the comment. It means a lot. |
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Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Medellin, Colombia
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Listen man, don't worry if your stuff is a bit dark. It's perfectly fine. I think it works amazingly well that way. Your cheerful stuff is also very good, it also has this tinge of darkness that makes it very enjoyable and unusual. I can't get enough of your work, I find myself re-reading throughout your thread time and time again. I'll check axeslinger's stuff ASAP, after I get some sleep. Keep posting, I look forward to seeing more of your stuff, it simply rocks. \m/
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You know, sometimes I wonder where some of my stuff comes from; it's like having a radio transmitter in my head. I think that all of our emotions work in the same ways; we just have different catalysts that set them off. Most of the stuff that I write comes from things that I'm experiencing in my life at the time. Instead of describing what the things themselves are though, for some reason I use a bunch of random images to recreate the way they made me feel... Sometimes I'll use the real things, but in an exaggerated manner that emphasizes certain characteristics. And then there are those extremely odd times, when I write about something for no particular reason at all... Sometimes it bothers me, but most of the time I'm just grateful to get a new idea. Thanks so much for your comment. There's no way for me to describe how pleasing it is to have someone enjoy reading my work. I'm really glad that you did... Quote:
Nope, I don't worry about it at all. It's like I said, for every dark poem or song that I write, I carry one less dark emotion inside of me for awhile. And you're right about my more cheerful writes as well; almost every one has a darker shade that is in the back ground. After all, when are we ever so strangely saddened as when we are in love? What hurts more than being betrayed by a dear friend or lover? When are we ever so lonely, as when our significant others are away? Without this sort of contrast, I don't believe any of us would even know the difference between happy and sad. So that darker aspect seems to seep into my nicer poems and songs. They affect me more powerfully later when I read them again too; because I was true to myself when I wrote them. I just don't seem to be capable of removing these negative parts, because to do so, it would be like removing part of myself. I can lie to myself all day, all week, all year... But I refuse to do so when I write. This song is a perfect example. It's filled with so much love, pain, and anger, that it almost deserves a new name for the emotion that it created inside of me.... It's actually parallel to the very first love poem that I ever wrote; it was called, "Sweet One." And this song is for the same person. This was the last thing that she ever inspired me to write... __________________________________________ Goodbye - Sweet One: So long... I knew this day would come. Goodbye... The pain will fade as time flows. I’ll die... But part of me will live on. You’ll cry… But you won’t feel it inside. *** Sweet one; my painful one… There used to be a time, when I, Still thought of you as human… But it’s been so long… … And you hurt me so much. *** You hurt me, So much… Left me tainted by your touch. You took away my innocence; Left me incapable of love… Are you happy now; Are you through? Or are you waiting patiently, To finish me? So, Wrong! I never thought this day would come! You’re, Gone! But you will fade as time flows! I’m, Strong! So part of me will live on! …You’ll cry… But you won’t miss me when I’m gone. ... …so long… Goodbye – Sweet One *** You hurt me.. So much... You hurt me, So, so much... [X2] So long... Goodbye... Goodbye - Sweet One. |
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I have a few of my own copies left though, if anyone wants them. [You want one, right?] $6.99 + Tax My second poetry book, "Sententious - Subtly Changing," is currently in pre-publication, and slated to be released in the third quarter of this year. It's about three times longer than the first... I've actually posted quite a few poems from both of these books on this site. They're all copyrighted materials, but they're mine, so I see no reason why I shouldn't share them here. I'm working on a book called, "The Eye's Of Calistori." [Pronounced- Kale-Story] This is a poetry book about dreams, and pleasant emotions. See Post # 123 for some of these poems. I'm about four hundred and some odd pages into an as yet untitled novel, and I hope to make a collection of my short stories soon as well. Currently, my main occupation is as a journalist. [Gotta pay my bills] So you see, I'm actually living my dream... ... I literally live off of my writing.... ![]() Last edited by Nameless : 01-13-2006 at 02:00 AM. |
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