april writer's thread (or something)

[LitainCognita]

My bad, if someone already started one.

I will start



Orange by Lita

Behold it's round dimpled splendor
This orange I bought from the vendor
I can smell its juicyness within its skin
to not eat this orange, would be a sin
I pierce its skin with my fingernail
ode to its taste and what it entails
as I peel, you can almost hear it sigh
as I peel some more, juice squirts in my eye
I section the golden pieces one by one
before I consume I hold them up to the sun
I pop them into my mouth close my eye and bite
the tase confuses my tongue, like a sweet and tart fight
Ode to this once beautiful thing
in fruit heaven now, with your fruit wings

[LitainCognita]

boo You guys suck at writing.

[empath]

My bad, if someone already started one.

I will start



Orange by Lita

Behold it's round dimpled splendor
This orange I bought from the vendor
I can smell its juicyness within its skin
to not eat this orange, would be a sin
I pierce its skin with my fingernail
ode to its taste and what it entails
as I peel, you can almost hear it sigh
as I peel some more, juice squirts in my eye
I section the golden pieces one by one
before I consume I hold them up to the sun
I pop them into my mouth close my eye and bite
the tase confuses my tongue, like a sweet and tart fight
Ode to this once beautiful thing
in fruit heaven now, with your fruit wings
boo for not rhyming orange.

[LitainCognita]

boo for not rhyming orange.


damnit you're right ok....couldn't think of anything to rhyme with it.

[empath]

that's because there isn't anything.

Orange, Purple, Silver and Month.

Try it :)

[xpierence]

As I look into the sky and ponder,
my mind slowly begins to wander,
I find myself stuck in this one spot,
and in my mind an induced thought,
Weightless wonder flows away with the breeze,
as the wind blows harder, caressing the trees,
as this calm summer breeze swoops and blows,
my eyes begin to shut, down more, closed,
The dark blue color radiating from the sky,
the stars, the moon, the nights open eye,
as reality slowly starts to fade away,
I awake again to a whole new day.

[LitainCognita]

i like that.

[IcePrincess2250]

lita you made me hungry :drool:

[Shakey]

Sun Shining, Wind Blowing.
I'm fucked, tears flowing.
Days like these make me want to kill myself.
They take me back to another time, when I was someone else.
I don't exactly hate the person that I used to be.
I just hate the fact that now I can only be me.
~Fin~

[Shakey]

I'd say its time to fade away....From all this shit inside my head.
I want to go to a beautiful place...you know I'll find shit instead.
I try so hard to stay awake, fall away from all these things.
They never change, I hate these things that make me take these Pills!
These Fucking Pills!!!
Amputating my emotions!
Make me numb so I can smile!
Check my Vitals!
Still no sign of life in here!
Let sedation take the place...of all ambition for myself.
There's nothing left.... and now I'll hide behind it.
It's in this state I try to stay...so much my life has changed.
And everything is fading into grey......
These Fucking Pills!!!
Amputating my emotions!
Make me numb so I can smile!
Check my Vitals!
Still no sign of life in here!
Give me room so I can breathe....
The walls keep closing in on me....
I'm feeling claustraphobic...Increase the dosage.
So I can feel alive again.....
Don't wanna be sober, Don't wanna feel pain.
Don't wanna feel the emptiness, the stress.
And all the things that make me take the pills.

[halcyon]

Only in her eyes he whispered softly
this is his saddest of sullen mellon collie melodies
maybe it's his silence that lets her see more
could be the thousand miles between them
covered in the blanket of countless stars
so much of nothing but apparently something
only in her eyes he whispers softly

whatever it is she doesn't even know him
and like an anvil straight to the head
it hits him (hard as fuck, right as fuck)
the further people are away the better
beautiful from afar but any closer
his mona lisa existence becomes ruined

even so just for a moment it's nice
for someone to see and then think
that he's anything more than average

only in her eyes

[kirk]

from a previous thread


“bad handwriting”


-a piece about having the realization that in fact, i do not think too much-




ever been told
you have too much thought
things to think about
juxtapositions of strange
transitions
those parallel visions
seemingly making perfect sense
and you find
those same thoughts
far too obtuse
for those
to whom you confide


left lines
lines left slackened
lines safer untowed


think much lately
much too lately


scribbled and crisscrossed
first grade cursive
a lefty with ants in his pants
and a penchant for all things wrong
sent away to finish the project properly
alone


outside the lines
outside of mind

a timid bravado singing homemade ballads
awkward and impromptu

terribly cute terribly terrible
terrible terribly
seven

abruptly passed over for gymnast Susie
and her somersault routine
and her cupcakes and her perfect penmanship
and p.t.a. parents and and and
and and and her and her yucky stinky snotface

enter the traumatic demise
of a first graders peril
absent from the bill
unsuitable & looked over
no place for love songs silly
its the first grade talent show
lines outside
home alone
the ideal idol cried
and cried
and cried
and cried

left to sing in the bathtub
alone

think too much lately
much too lately

too much is never enough
such wretched cliché
no sense in ending
nonsense

not thinking too much
only unalike

thats it we simply

do not think a like

i like unalike


singing now
in my car
happily alone

[Article One]

that's because there isn't anything.

Orange, Purple, Silver and Month.

Try it :)



nothing straight up rhymes syllable for syllable with silver and month, but you could rhyme with them monosyllabically at the end of the word and make it work.


sliced off in a paper month,
a body still that weighs a ton.


:shrug:

[kirk]

nothing straight up rhymes syllable for syllable with silver and month, but you could rhyme with them monosyllabically at the end of the word and make it work.


sliced off in a paper month,
a body still that weighs a ton.


:shrug:


you read my mind. :hifive:

in strange days of subtle rage
mind stutters
succumbs
to the orange hue



rhyme need not always be spelled out so to speak

[Article One]

silver:


plates of bronze, gold, and silver,
a prize she greeted and sat smiling still for.


rhyming, particularly in poetry and music has much less to do with matching words as it does the diction used when writing. Also, rhyming in poetry really isnt merely making the last words sound the same. it's an overall meter and speed. rhymes can sound silly when not approached correctly, when the rhyme takes precedence over the flow of the verse.

so to say nothing rhymes with orange, purple, silver, and month while literally correct doesn't necessarily hold true in poetry and creative writing.

[kirk]

silver:


plates of bronze, gold, and silver,
a prize she greeted and sat smiling still for.


rhyming, particularly in poetry and music has much less to do with matching words as it does the diction used when writing. Also, rhyming in poetry really isnt merely making the last words sound the same. it's an overall meter and speed. rhymes can sound silly when not approached correctly, when the rhyme takes precedence over the flow of the verse.

so to say nothing rhymes with orange, purple, silver, and month while literally correct doesn't necessarily hold true in poetry and creative writing.

hence the beauty of good hip hop and spoken word.....


kerouac has a poem on this cd i've got that goes on about "the eternal turtle living in milk"

[Article One]

you read my mind. :hifive:

in strange days of subtle rage
mind stutters
succumbs
to the orange hue



rhyme need not always be spelled out so to speak


:werd:

i think we actually talked about all this at my house that morning...:FUBAR: haha

[kirk]

:werd:

i think we actually talked about all this at my house that morning...:FUBAR: haha


i'll have to take your word for it....


soon we will have a shorter drive to me new crib in the silladelph

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

Reality

Waking, dashing the dust from cloudy eyes
First look to the window then to the world outside
Searching the horizion, searching the lonely skies
Trying to find a reason to get out of bed and rise

Face the world, girl. Face your fears.

Rolling out of bed it's just another day of the same
Wanting only to be known by the friends who have claimed
That they care about you, but to them it's just fame
Quantity over quality choose the easy and the lame

Face the world, girl. Scream your pain.

Going to the shower, flinching from your gaze
Life is just a game that everybody plays
Under the hot water and wishing somehow to stay
How does a broken heart face a brand new aching day

Face the world, girl. It'll be okay.

Off to work then thru the traffic in the streets
Lost within the melody and in the lonely beats
Cannot go back now, must finish and complete
Never to back down, never to retreat.

Face the world, girl. Show 'em your stuff.

[the sex molesters]

here's a punk song i just wrote:


music sucks and i hate everyone

words by andy callander


internet psychos stealing WAN again
reading a message left by nobody
here is my brand new testimonial
hating on me will get you everywhere

music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone

tear my eyes off this damn computer screen
let myself go out to the warm and green
someone is there i think i recognize
could be a friend yea much to my surprise

music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone

to the arcade to waste all my quarters
beats the hell out of sitting there at home
music sucks and i hate everyone
i'm such a geek that i'd fuck anyone

music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone
music sucks and i hate everyone

[LitainCognita]

i already made a writer's thread for april, buh hole, pooey on you.

[the sex molesters]

oh, well i didn't see it so i guess i shoulda done a search or something...

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

Fixed it for ya, Andy :yes:

[the sex molesters]

cool.

[Liftedtrance]

As I look into the sky and ponder,
my mind slowly begins to wander,
I find myself stuck in this one spot,
and in my mind an induced thought,
Weightless wonder flows away with the breeze,
as the wind blows harder, caressing the trees,
as this calm summer breeze swoops and blows,
my eyes begin to shut, down more, closed,
The dark blue color radiating from the sky,
the stars, the moon, the nights open eye,
as reality slowly starts to fade away,
I awake again to a whole new day.

i like the flow of this
a joy to read!

(i'm serious btw.. in case there's any question)

[xpierence]

i like the flow of this
a joy to read!

(i'm serious btw.. in case there's any question)
thanks man!

[Phoenix]

that's because there isn't anything.

Orange, Purple, Silver and Month.

Try it :)

Lozenge sort of rhymes with orange.

[san dino]

i like it when shit has the word 'pill' in it.....i don't like it when the word 'WAN' is in it..... :p

this is called 'love in the psych ward' i wrote it while chillin at an afterparty, parts are from the conversation in the room. other parts are from me, others from other friends.

love in the psych ward
we met at a trip's end
i thought she was my girlfriend
love in the psych ward

since he was 13, he killed a girl but it was make-beleive
damaged his body
and when he woke up, he was high again...

love in the psych ward
everybody should use it
and then for the first hit
no headache for life

i feel like that...peices of paper twist and burn
get black and evil
and when he woke up he was high again

mallory's so pretty
she got into crystal
she got evicted
and just blew away

i saw it in a mirror...blood red lipstick, i think
spellin her name
and when i woke up, i was high again

[xpierence]

i like it when shit has the word 'pill' in it.....i don't like it when the word 'WAN' is in it..... :p

this is called 'love in the psych ward' i wrote it while chillin at an afterparty, parts are from the conversation in the room. other parts are from me, others from other friends.

love in the psych ward
we met at a trip's end
i thought she was my girlfriend
love in the psych ward

since he was 13, he killed a girl but it was make-beleive
damaged his body
and when he woke up, he was high again...

love in the psych ward
everybody should use it
and then for the first hit
no headache for life

i feel like that...peices of paper twist and burn
get black and evil
and when he woke up he was high again

mallory's so pretty
she got into crystal
she got evicted
and just blew away

i saw it in a mirror...blood red lipstick, i think
spellin her name
and when i woke up, i was high again
Dude, I could like visualy imagine that as I read it, it was so weird. Twisted thoughts, but at the sametime completly normal to be thinking. I liked that, it was really good man.

[the sex molesters]

i like it when shit has the word 'pill' in it.....i don't like it when the word 'WAN' is in it..... :p

yea but u gotta admit, i've gotta be the first person ever to use the word "WAN" in a song.

[Shakey]

I try not to think back to when all was well.
Everything reminds me of days past.
I don't want to live in this personal hell.
But happiness rarely ever lasts.
Days gone by seem to linger in my head.
I can't seem to dismiss these memories.
These things haunt me when I'm laying in bed.
And they seem to be slowly suffocating me.

[DJ-Heist]

My bad, if someone already started one.

I will start






LITA , CHECK OUT MY SKILLZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Orange Nutz: by Lita

Behold it's round dimpled splendor
This NUT I bought from the vendor
I can smell its juicyness within its skin
to not eat this NUT, would be a sin
I pierce its skin with my fingernail
ode to its taste and what it entails
as I peel, you can almost hear it sigh
as I peel some more, NUT juice squirts in my eye
I section the golden pieces one by one
before I consume I hold them up to the sun
I pop THE NUT into my mouth close my eye and bite
the tase confuses my tongue, like a sweet and tart fight
Ode to this once beautiful thing
in BALL heaven now, with your SALTY wings....


HAHAHAHAHA, , , , , , NOW THATS SOME FUNNY SHIT!!!!!!!! :plurstick: :specialed: :booty: :haha: :neener: :neener: :bbjohnson: :ohmygod: :pityparty: :respekt: :respekt: :patricia: :woot: :woot: :flash: :raveon: :ez: :ohmygod:

[DJ-Heist]

now before anyone has some fucked up shit to say to me , thats my sis , I can do that!!!!!

[LitainCognita]

LITA , CHECK OUT MY SKILLZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Orange Nutz: by Lita

Behold it's round dimpled splendor
This NUT I bought from the vendor
I can smell its juicyness within its skin
to not eat this NUT, would be a sin
I pierce its skin with my fingernail
ode to its taste and what it entails
as I peel, you can almost hear it sigh
as I peel some more, NUT juice squirts in my eye
I section the golden pieces one by one
before I consume I hold them up to the sun
I pop THE NUT into my mouth close my eye and bite
the tase confuses my tongue, like a sweet and tart fight
Ode to this once beautiful thing
in BALL heaven now, with your SALTY wings....



Hardy har har, you poem hijacker you. Get your own skills.

[Hitoi]

always loved yet never satisfied
an explanation would be nice
for me or you....i'm not quite sure
don't turn to me for answers
an admission of guilt isn't on the agenda
own up to my own shortcomings?
HA.
responsibilty has become too much of a chore
a chore i'm not ready to take on
a little help please
i'm not asking for much
i want to be taught without being told
i want you to guide me but i want to lead
hold my hand until i push it away
take my heart and run with it while i find myself
and when i'm ready i'll let you know
unless of course i forget
as i usually do
just keep your eyes open
and at the first sign of trouble
find your way back home
the home i call square one
trust me
it's not as comforting as it used to be
i'm in the process of relocating

[cleophite]

hence the beauty of good hip hop and spoken word.....


kerouac has a poem on this cd i've got that goes on about "the eternal turtle living in milk"
I am a huge Kerouac fan, and I haven't heard of that. I want. He is one of my favorite "creative" writers.

[DJ-Heist]

but aint it some funny shit!

[Shakey]

What If I could take away all the hate; all the animosity and pain.
What If I could open up your eyes; and we could step out to play together in the rain.
What If you could see right through my eyes; see right into my dirty soul.
What If I could take away your emptiness; fill up your empty hole.
What If I could be just what you need, and make your sadness go away?
What If I could take away the darkness, and open up a brighter day?
What if everything around you, wasn't quite what It seemed?
What if the world that you thought you knew, was just an elaborate dream?

[halcyon]

it was on the train midday from NYC to DC
the full throttle of his life still in full gear
places to go and people to see and things to do
in the middle of that screaming onslaught of deadlines
the phone rang and his eyes lit up something grand
had to be if the girl across the way pointed it out
he didn't even notice himself but why would he?
life in the fastlane doesn't offer that luxury
but the phone call that rang and froze time
and the girl across the pointed and giggled
claiming she had seen him shows signs of love

it's just a voice he tells her just a voice
this girl you see, she's above most and especially him
her heart is a gift unto itself to whoever she surrenders it to
some day under some sky she's gonna love
and that lucky guy that gets that heaven's gift
will hopefully be one who can give her what she's owed

the world

awestruck the girl across the way can only inquire
"but what about you? i saw your eyes ignited by her voice"
she deserves much more than him he says
what he doesn't say is that he's learned the hard way
that most people are just better off without him
and if he truly cares about this girl, then he'll wish her well
down the pathes of life that will hopefully lead her to
that world he could only wish to be able to give

and in all of this the train continues it's mad blitz
furiously blazing foward to meet that next deadline

[Fetterbug]

I know I say this every time, Huxtable, but your poetry is amazing-and inspiring.

Thanks for the good reads....