Creative Writing Thursday (10)
Dont forget to add your creative writings for today! put on them thinking caps...
First Thoughts
To love
To hate
So many words
to belate
Honesty
forthgoing
No words removing
the words I write
provide the greatest insight
for some will check and rethink
my words are honest, true, my basic instinct
For what I write is never reviewed
My thoughts never rechewed
through the pen I let ones know
In my mind where things go
i live by the process of dont read what you write
...for if you read you may erase ...
and what is erased is forever lost
Comments
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in
waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht
the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
amzanig huh?
Posted by: Allen | September 18, 2003 10:28 AM
On a similar note,
For all those with a propensity for typographical errors:
Eye have a spelling checker
It came with my Pea Sea
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it's weigh
My checker tolled me sew.
A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
it helps me right awl stiles two read,
And aides me when aye rime.
Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule
The checker pour o'er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.
Be for a veiling checkers
Hour spelling mite decline,
And it were lacks or have a laps,
We wood be maid to wine.
Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of non eye am a wear.
Now spelling does know phase me.
it does know bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped words fare as hear.
To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best wee can
Sew flaws are knot aloud.
Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Such soft ware four pea seas,
And why I brake in two averse
By righting want too pleas.
Posted by: Tim Marks | September 18, 2003 12:05 PM
I kenw my egnilsh taecehr was wonrg. mispsleling is fnie.
The unfallen
she falls down for those 10 or 15 seconds
does she feel pain as it beckons
the ground getting closer
and the doom hurts her
as she cries out
she flails about
she will not stay down
she stands gets the crown
now she reaches out for happiness
never again will she live the painful mess
Posted by: matthew (the canadian) | September 18, 2003 12:45 PM
"the calm before the storm"
this all i have to write before Isabel hits us
Posted by: Jillian | September 18, 2003 12:47 PM
Hey ylal,
I tinhk I see smoe plazrigim in the psot for tdoady.
tsik tsik
Posted by: itzjerm | September 18, 2003 12:48 PM
oh...
and! lnog lvie m!silp!elling!!
Posted by: itzjerm | September 18, 2003 12:49 PM
I wrote this one for my Dad, when I was about 12.
THE MAN IN MY LIFE
Just a little note to say.
You've brightened up my life,
In such a special way.
From girl up, I wanted to see.
To be just like you-how cool it would be.
Heavens forbid! Mercy me! I don't know how!
It just came true!
But I guess it's not so bad on one account.
That me, myself, and I love you.
Now for as often as I see you flare it,
I pray to God: "Let that nose be the one thing
I DON'T inherit."
Like a knight in shining armor-how great is he
From troubled feelings, questions, and problems
Daddy rescued me.
To raise me might have been rough from the
start, but take a bow.
Cause Hey Baby! Look at me now!
So for all the things you've been and
shown to me.
I know in my heart and have come to see.
Even if I should one day become someone's wife,
You'll always be the man in my life.
Posted by: browneyedgirl1981 | September 18, 2003 01:25 PM
Things change..
People to..
But I always thought it would be me and you..
Its weird the way life works out..
If your not there..
On who can I count?
Its not that its a bad thing..
Its not that its good..
I just miss your voice.. and its familiar ring.
Posted by: Someone | September 18, 2003 02:35 PM
This is old...
**************************************************All I ever wanted in life was to make him love me
Somehow I lost sight of how good life could be
I spent most of my days thinking about him
Always throwing my heart out, frequently, on a whim
But I learned my big lesson
He taught it to me well
Is that your chosen profession?
Someone particular, and not skeptical
This condition of mine somehow turned medical
Senseless acts of love
Representative like a dove
Always flying high and it was beautiful
But that's over now, it's not disputable
Would your wings open up to respect me?
Or instead your mighty sting come infect me?
Subconsciously underestimating my ideal supreme
Never loathing you or the feeling that leaves me green
Natural obsession, the kind that grows
With unadulterated love, the kind that shows
Once in a lifetime it goes away
But with silent heartbreaks I must pay
Compulsion absorbs me
How could I make him see?
Hoping, waiting, communicating
Some way I'll stop this calculating
I wish it would end
Maybe we should just be friends
I want it to end
Of course, I could always pretend...
Posted by: Laura | September 18, 2003 03:27 PM
hmm--decided to spare all readers from my "poetry" today =)--here is one of my many-personal favorites--to share
We wear the mask-
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
-Paul laurence Dunbar
*~Everyone have a phenomenal day!~*
Posted by: Jen | September 18, 2003 03:35 PM
I'd give credit if there were someone to accredit.
and BTW,
The petisod troehy is vetadilad enitpcxg ugase of ilbisneherpmocne doitcin.
Posted by: Tim Marks | September 18, 2003 03:44 PM
Yes that is true tim... it took me a bit longer to figure yours out... but it was possible...dont they make games for that?
Posted by: itzjerm | September 18, 2003 04:11 PM
...but people who use words like those usually can spell or get somewhat close eh?
Posted by: itzjerm | September 18, 2003 04:13 PM
Msot Clrisaltny
Posted by: itzjerm | September 18, 2003 04:14 PM
My point exactly!
And yes, anagrams.
Posted by: Tim | September 18, 2003 06:22 PM
A Song Of Guinness...
Sing a song of guinness,
A Bottle full of good.
Since it is for goodness, guinness always stood.
When the bottle's opened, we all begin to shout,
"There's nothing like a guinness, when you feel tired out."
Not too sure where this one's from but I saw it the other day and thought it was great. Typical irishmen
Posted by: judi | September 18, 2003 06:55 PM
yet another wreck
head on collision
head light to head light
so i was gonna write a poem about the glorious collision
but that poem...it just so banged up
its just so banged up
and yet another wreck
Posted by: tommy | September 18, 2003 07:50 PM
ok this site is starting to get a little wierd even for jeremy
P.S. was that first guy drunk
Posted by: Garrett | September 22, 2003 03:01 PM