March 25, 2004
Creative Writing Thusday (More Complicated)
Its Creative Writing Thursday
Add your creative Writing
(This one may take some thinking/pondering to get) the question... can anyone understand it?
FILL THE VOIDS
--LL --E VO-D-
FIT HIS
-HOUGHTS ---O - BOX
TINT A
--OUPS V--W O- H-- MOCKS
GRIEF IS
-TR----- UPON T--- MAN
SICKEN HIS
FEELI-G -F -HIS PRE---- BAN
NOT SENT
I- T-- --UE --AGE
SHE TRIM
-HE TH----- -F A BONDAGE
TOUGH TO
---ICE --AT IS TH-- TRUTH
NOT WHEN
THE OBVIOUS HAS GONE ALOOF
Clever Jeremy. Your rocketry carries you.
Bah.
D.A.
:
…and the rats will eat more than you
They will sneak and compress themselves into places that you dare not drunkenly go, and there, they will survive you.
There, the filthy things that you thought yourself better than will take the opportunities that you were too good for and in the end, they will eat you alive.
FILL THE VOIDS
THOUGHTS INTO A BOX
GROUPS VIEW OF HIS MOCKS
STRICKEN UPON THIS MAN
FEELING OF THIS PRESENT BAN
IS THE TRUE IMAGE
THE THOUGHT OF A BONDAGE
NOTICE WHAT IS THEN TRUTH
THE OBVIOUS HAS GONE ALOOF
Posted by: Browneyedgirl at March 25, 2004 08:35 AMThat's not fair. Not all of us are morning people and get up that early. I JUST woke up and it's already figured out! Oh well, next time.
Posted by: Mel at March 25, 2004 09:07 AMAre you guys an hour b-hind there? It's 10:07 here.
Posted by: Mel at March 25, 2004 09:09 AMThe Bell Jar is about to fall;
(and you do not understand at all)
the Bell Jar is about to fall.
(and trap you within its walls)
You are on a beach, knee deep in water;
(and already you are about to falter)
You are on a beach, knee deep in water.
(You think this journey is just a bother)
Khaki is the color of the sand;
(Like worms, most humans crawl onto the land)
Khaki is the color of the sand.
(Knee deep in water, there you stand)
The ocean is the color of green;
(One lone girl swimming can be seen)
The ocean is the color of green.
(Her sense of freedom is quite keen)
There is a rock out in the ocean;
(It causes quite a lot of commotion)
There is a rock out in the ocean.
(What is it, do you have a notion?)
The Bell Jar falls;
(----- i- no mo-- ---ding)
The Bell Jar falls.
(---w--n --- -in--)
Question?
which way is a better way to present... the top version of bottom version?
the one with the dashes or the one without?
Posted by: itzjerm at March 25, 2004 11:15 AMI like the bottom one with the dashes.
Posted by: Opal the Psychotic at March 25, 2004 11:54 AMI like the bottom one. And I like The Psychotic's poem.
D.A.
Posted by: D.A. at March 25, 2004 01:28 PMThanks D.A. I just finished rereading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, which caused me to have this extremely freaky dream with these talking worms... heh, yeah, three cheers for strange dreams...
Posted by: Opal the Psychotic at March 25, 2004 03:40 PM
Well I thought i would share something that my grandpa wrote before he died. It sorta ties in well with the watchtower study last week, anyways, here goes...
This world is a great big theatre,
each man has a part in the play.
The director you'll find is a good one,
if you'll only follow his way.
The script that he gave us is easy,
the acting is not hard to do,
and he gave us a lead man to follow,
and a book of instructions too.
The spectators number in millions.
From a lofty position they look,
as the players fumble their acting,
and distort what it says in the book.
Now these spectators are really angels,
who are choosing a permanent cast,
for that great loving one the director,
and they want something good that will last.
The director we know as Jehovah,
and Jesus the great leading man.
Who are looking for genuine effort,
in doing the best that we can.
The going is sometimes quite rocky,
with bad actors pushing their way.
They wont read the script as it's written,
and instructions they will not obey.
They follow their forfather Adam,
who figured he'd have his own way.
But they overlook how his career ended,
and he no longer acts in the play.
So pay no attention to these ones,
who will soon be a thing of the past,
and let's try to do our very utmost,
to be a permanent part of the cast.
Ever have one of those days?
Where it seems better to just walk away......
From everything.....
Everybody........
Just leave...
Start over somewhere new......
That day was today.......
And i would like to share it.....
__________________________________________________
Everyone around me suffocates......
Think i don't believe in god......
Everyone around thinks i'm insane.....
Just because i don't live like im lost.....
Everyone knows whats best for me.....
All my thoughts get tossed along the way....
If everyone would please just go away.....
I can make my way back today....
Noone is here to see me shine.....
They all wait to take whats mine....
When i fail they turn away....
But now i don't care what they say....
Rip my world from under them......
__________________________________________________
My thoughts to music......
The moral of the story.......
If your happy and you know it....
See your shrink..........
Lea that was a wonderful poem that your grandfather wrote! Def one of my favorites I've read placed on here! Look forward to telling him he's a good writer one day!
Posted by: itzjerm at March 25, 2004 09:31 PMLike a morbid thought,
from an unspoken dream,
everything I've once thought,
is exactly what it seems.
A field of wild flowers and hate,
drenched in a world of green,
My envy will always make me late.
A heart seized by fear,
tainted by love,
from wishing I wasn't here,
but somewhere up above.
I see my death just as clear,
in a world of water and rage,
I'm drowning so don't come near,
avoid me because you are my only sage.
I respond in kind without much clue,
I've been known to avoid the worse,
So here I am with nothing to do.
But sit here and feel completely terse.