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PostSubject: Free-write's Poetic production   Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:10 pm

During Creative writing at my school [and school to many others] there is a free write period. I was hoping to share some of my work here and get feedback on the strange strokes that are my words.


Opera De Capita

Hark, ye, young maestro of the Blade
Sing a tune of liquid lunaticy
in seldom nightly howls
Pick your song upon the soft angel skin of women's breast
or stake and strong shrill of mans thigh
Feel your audience’s eyes in your quick paced fingers

Your flute a master of your carve
Your art a bone of timer lungs whose breath brings life
To horrid song
Monotony of ageless forgetting
Decaying endings
Dripping voles with sights sweat
Caps of skulls dripping of candle wax
Eyes watching plucked quills with crimson liquid
Each note the theme of someone's past.

Cry of vulture upon a window sill
Click of beaks upon skin tight walls
Crackling laughter from your parched lips.
Crawl from the beauty that is mixed and scared

Drop your audience’s eyes into steaming liquid,
Watch as pupils lock and close
Sigh and raise a glass to morning light
Drink the music's effect


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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:21 pm

OMEGA!!!!!!!


Strange.....very strange...curious actually, I used "drink the music" ONCE. how odd. I overall, LOVED it. i will give you more if and and's later. (better criticism).


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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:24 pm

Wow... That was amazing... This is more than I have ever expected from you... though I hardly know you... It is really good...
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:51 pm

Thank you. I'm not very good with poetry but this was from my free-write at school with no edits. If i ever see it worthy of a competition or something I'll most likely edit it.
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Wed Jan 27, 2010 10:57 am

Voluminous Dark

Snow is rain, life is dark
all you see is the same as sound is a mutiny of continuous beats all bland and unsettling
trickling down the flow of uneven pavement with dark spots darker than the dark and light places that no light could equal
rainbows are shades of sadness and depression controls all action
slump over and kneel down
no god to listen to you
no hope to free you
just continued want
continued riches that can not sparkle or bring you happiness
Uniform is unneeded when all things are the same
rare color is ugly
rare beauty is a radiance that shows nothing but the truth of ugliness
say goodbye and give all things up
nothing is the truth any longer for why should any trust be real in a world where nothing can be hidden.
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:42 am

Orange

Light, burning damned souls,
Echo; heart of carnation
Whispering leaves doth call out
“Life, life! Why doth thou leave me wilted, near frost.
Can I not live, breathe beneath gross of mystic elixirs”

I sit; I look; lightened moon sing
Notes of deepest importance
Call out from depth of growth beneath
Words I can not hear but rather feel; thus I mourn
“Show me way, life around me, and call me forth to thee!”

Silence
Cold harsh
Like breath of dying bird shivering in frosted palms
Falling within an orb of tear stricken light, coarse wrath within lingered struggle
Vine materializing as if wanting; cradle withered skull

Sky lightened, pink flaring in morning song
Slow, metallic movement to sight and sound
Rounded shape, slashed wrinkled skin and dying souls
Eyes carved in three sides, mouth jagged labyrinth
Crescents calling for lonely kindred buried in the curse of dearth

Sing out to the eve
Drain your soul and let all death call you home
Nothing wants you here,
Let the vines consume skin and make thee drying fertilizer
Bring plant of hallows darkness back to life.
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Thu Jan 28, 2010 11:46 am

OH WOW o.o

thats so eerie!

its wonderful but eerie
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Thu Jan 28, 2010 2:02 pm

Angela, are you going to come to the dance? I got my dress and when I wear it I look like a dark fairy... Like a black Tinkerbell....
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Thu Jan 28, 2010 2:16 pm

Awesome! I love it. the hidden mortality of it is startling :3
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Thu Jan 28, 2010 2:34 pm

I'm really bored... I made my default picture me in my dress...
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:37 pm

freakin cool : D
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Fri Jan 29, 2010 4:11 pm

"...wicked, wretched lady you are, how could you written such beautiful works only to have hidden them here from me..." uttered the goblin in his surprise, adding "...but I am well fed now, and my mind think upon them..."
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Sat Jan 30, 2010 7:24 am

"I am sorry" whispered the spirit with a dainty smile "I did not know they were so doubtfully hidden!"
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Sat Jan 30, 2010 7:28 am

*clap clap* awesome :3
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Sat Jan 30, 2010 8:03 am

Against the Night Sky

Stars
Monotony
Painting of catastrophe
Explosions beyond light

"What a night what a night
upon this mountain,
sittin’, singin’, whishin’ stars away"
said fur, spike, smooth
curls, rosemary, a blush of touch
ivory stature looks eside him

"Destruction, construction,
continued recycle of place
catastrophe, apathetically
world continues in cruel disgrace"
say I, voice of velvet smooth reality
relaxation of water ripple high sky,
air,
Creation of stars

White wings, smooth, shining
wilt upon darkness
blackness, nothingness, completion
wings of leathery smoothness
kneed constellations of I, ripple of remorse
looking down upon world below

mountain,home
ivory, fur contort, counter
with grip, with fist that
slams upon skies
stars explode
night grows bold
night grows old

"Who are you
What are you that
destroys the night with such fist of just"
says silent statue, sleepy eye

"Are you god, being true.
angel of the devil hood"
fur growls with wolfish
sneer
his body cortex and clear

"I be no god, no devil too.
I be I, of velvet eye
Behold me, my nightling home"

My voice fades
world destroyed
as cross of stabbing
lights contort
dark.
sunrise upon world
untouched.
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Sun Jan 31, 2010 3:07 pm

Home

Bashing sounds of monsterous howl
Awake, beast of slumber
His eyes
Powdered blue by the skies merging
Hand so long and venally kept
Mouth of beast swallows whole
Moment drawing near
Wooden plank,
No matter how masterly carved,
Be it small, live, large, dead, is taken
Locker of doom for wood
Yet also for Insignificant insects it carries
This is home
danger so inviting
Beast rests over
Feet, hands in deathly night shadow
Home, where world meets world
Light has little power
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Sun Jan 31, 2010 3:14 pm

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Voluminous Dark
Snow is rain, life is dark
all you see is the same as sound is a mutiny of continuous beats all bland and unsettling
trickling down the flow of uneven pavement with dark spots darker than the dark and light places that no light could equal
rainbows are shades of sadness and depression controls all action
slump over and kneel down
no god to listen to you
no hope to free you
just continued want
continued riches that can not sparkle or bring you happiness
Uniform is unneeded when all things are the same
rare color is ugly
rare beauty is a radiance that shows nothing but the truth of ugliness
say goodbye and give all things up
nothing is the truth any longer for why should any trust be real in a world where nothing can be hidden.

-SilentMidnight-

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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Sun Jan 31, 2010 3:33 pm

A wondrous photo, Goblin" mused the spirit, nodding a bit as she looked at it "I find it some what funny how it matches the images of a poem souly inspired by black and white!"
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Sun Jan 31, 2010 4:22 pm

Incessant

the quick of flesh below my nail
bewilders me in such a way,
sudden aspiration of monotonous origin
feels vexed to explore
in such a way they are seldom seen,
more or less i hear their pleasure
when regarded and called upon
from the moment they laid eyes on us we-
the surrogates of their children,
gave birth to great ideas.

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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Mon Feb 01, 2010 12:14 am

Incessant
the quick of flesh below my nail
bewilders me in such a way,
sudden aspiration of monotonous origin
feels vexed to explore
in such a way they are seldom seen,
more or less i hear their pleasure
when regarded and called upon
from the moment they laid eyes on us we-
the surrogates of their children,
gave birth to great ideas.

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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:54 am

Killing

Jasmine blossoms in the silence
Hides in the morn
Light touches silken puddles of dew-lit tears that fall
Drip by drip

Curiosity calls the Child’s hand
Soft and newly made
Of lovers touches
Kisses and Blesses
With all the dreams of those moments in its form
And with said hand it touches the puddles
Crying, weeping with sorrow at its own doing
The Child brushes away the ripped and destroyed petals

A dance evolves
Wind morning for its dearest friend’s death
One by one the petals touch and pull
To and fro as they skip away
Dancing in the daylights rays that burn and cinder
Night’s cold heart beats
Longing for love, the night takes
Its only want

Life to feed its womb of night-ling children
One death
One life
All over and over again in the circle that surrounds all
Watch over wants
Killing them will bring life, but destroy all the same

The Child’s tears ring with a silent sound that calls out in remorse,
“Goodnight my friend, my friend, let death bring you life.”
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:02 am

Killing
Jasmine blossoms in the silence
Hides in the morn
Light touches silken puddles of dew-lit tears that fall
Drip by drip

Curiosity calls the Child’s hand
Soft and newly made
Of lovers touches
Kisses and Blesses
With all the dreams of those moments in its form
And with said hand it touches the puddles
Crying, weeping with sorrow at its own doing
The Child brushes away the ripped and destroyed petals

A dance evolves
Wind morning for its dearest friend’s death
One by one the petals touch and pull
To and fro as they skip away
Dancing in the daylights rays that burn and cinder
Night’s cold heart beats
Longing for love, the night takes
Its only want

Life to feed its womb of night-ling children
One death
One life
All over and over again in the circle that surrounds all
Watch over wants
Killing them will bring life, but destroy all the same

The Child’s tears ring with a silent sound that calls out in remorse,
“Goodnight my friend, my friend, let death bring you life.”

-SilentMidnight-

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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Thu Feb 04, 2010 6:16 pm

Judgment

Falling limp upon mine gleaming chair
Called the Midnight Throne
I hum a tune of quiet remorse
My day thus tuning me undone
Calling forth dreams as all be-lore

Thus come in weak and weary
Into such seeping seams as I
Be thus light banished, from dulling coal eyes
Silence ringing on,
Thus suddenly be a dashing scream!

“Twas a squealing branch upon
My sleeping door” mutter I
Asleep I go one more
Spirits of daring dancing flames pore from thus wrenched candle.
Imitating the sulk of Smithy carelessness
And thus I am held down;
A burn forever more.

Drowning in clouds of smoke
I sleep unchanged
‘Tis now sores and welts do form
upon mine scorched brow.
I am the witch, thus be mine Judgment Day
And thus appear daemons of ‘tis play
Upon mine Midnight Throne.

Claws like iodine implore with tears
My stitched reality
Beast take haven in mine wounds
Upon mine dying Midnight Throne.
Thus skin me whilst I breathe
Shall none let me die before thus pain?!

Feast upon me whilst I sleep
And in silence I shall scream
Now I lay upon mine Midnight Throne
Dead in tears of crimson waters
Lay me now on final rest.

Quick, thus sun doth rise
Hark; hell reside
Leaving such a corpse as I
Midnight’s torn doll
Blood absorbs; flesh untorn
Death kneeling to lights power

Fluttering eyes,
Silence goodbyes
“I live! Hark be I!”
Thus I scream as life kisses morning’s disguise
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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Thu Feb 04, 2010 6:44 pm

O Banana!
Home grown on native land!
New hybrid strains at your command.
With glowing hearts we see them rise,
Our new stock, strong and pest-free!
From far and wide,
O Banana, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
For bananas a plenty.

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PostSubject: Re: Free-write's Poetic production   Thu Feb 04, 2010 6:45 pm

o.o can i have a banana? and silentxmidnight, luv the creepy poem xD
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