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This is for people to write any poems or short stories that they can think of. The only limitation is your mind (and the rules of Brainden). Nothing inapropriate and no swears. People are encouraged to give constructive critisism to stories and poems that are posted here. Also you have to post original work, nothing that has already been written (der). Have fun :) .

Edited June 12, 2008 by giterdone

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So...Nobody wants to write anything. Very well then. I will post the begining of a book that I'm writing.

Eros

Prologue - Regrets

I am in another world, but I don’t know how I got here. My girlfriend is lying right next to me, trying to stay alive, from a wound caused by my brother. As I comfort her, I start to feel regret. I regret not stopping him before this happened. Maybe if I did, he would still be with us, and not with them. Maybe if didn’t push him we would be sitting in class and not in this mess. I regret many things that I have done. Some are good, and some are bad. My biggest regret is that I am too curious for my own good. My curiosity cost me my brother, and possibly even more down the line. This is how my story begins, and how this world will end.

Chapter one - Dreamer

“Take that, and that!” I yelled as I swung my mighty sword. “Die you undead horrors!”

“Sheeshhacrrkkae.” Said the skeletons as they pressed on with their assault.

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” Said Geta as he fought alongside me. “I don’t think this is fun at all. Why do you keep getting me into these messes?”

“I don’t even know how we got here.” I kept swinging at them. I could see their numbers start to dwindle. “They’re starting to thin out now, There’s only a few of them left.”

“Aghhhh!” Shouted Geta as he fell to the ground. His hand was gone and he was rapidly losing blood. I rushed over to him but an unseen force threw me back. A ghostly figure appeared out of a dense mist and attacked Geta. He shouted at the top of his lungs “JULIUS, HELP. HE’S KILLING ME.” But his voice was lost in the mist.

I desperately shouted “GETA!” but it was too late. The mist left his corpse lying on the cold, bloodstained ground.

In a hoarse voice the figure said “You’re next kid.” His voice sent chills down my spine. My lips were trembling as I tried to speak, but no words came out. I finally got up the strength Grab my sword and run into the forest, but he followed me. I tripped on a root and dropped my sword. The man caught up to me and pinned me to a tree.

“Don’t kill me,” I shouted in high hope he wouldn’t, “What do you want?” The man said nothing. He held his hand up to my chest, keeping it still for a minute. I was pinned onto the tree for what seemed like hours. I tried to kick him but I couldn’t move. The man then drew a sword and pointed it at my heart. Before I could react he forced the sword through my body. I jolted up in my bed. This is where my story begins.

There's more to it. I just wanted to leave it at a cliffhanger.

Edited June 12, 2008 by giterdone

[akaslickster]

A change in the area, a change in the weather. Moving away is like losing a feather. Ice and snow, cold and rain, a very hot summer, will remain. Life goes on with work and such, smoking and drinking aren't done as much. Older and older I get so tired. My shape and physique are no longer admired. From the midwest I came, and arrived southwest . I miss my friends, who were always the best. by akaslickster Just something I came up with quickly but is true.

Edited June 12, 2008 by akaslickster

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A change in the area, a change in the weather. Moving away is like losing a feather. Ice and snow, cold and rain, a very hot summer, will remain. Life goes on with work and such, smoking and drinking aren't done as much. Older and older I get so tired. My shape and physique are no longer admired. From the midwest I came, and arrived southwest . I miss my friends, who were always the best. by akaslickster Just something I came up with quickly but is true.

I like it. It's very deep.

Edited June 12, 2008 by giterdone

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Your Name

I wrote your name in the sand,

But the waves washed away.

I wrote your name in the sky,

But the wind blew it away.

I wrote your name in my heart,

And there it shall stay.

This is a poem that i really like..

Edited June 12, 2008 by Thuhchris

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I'm a prose poet and I was unaware of it.

My sister's favorite.

[Guest]

Five men bleed,

And sow no seed,

Barely time to quiver.

They that trap,

They that rap,

Who'll be a forgiver?

Forgotten shame,

Still they blame,

Life is in the gutter.

Beastly blunder,

Send all asunder,

Fate they'll ever utter.

fun to do

[Guest]

This isn't just for poetry just so you know. If you have any short stories or the beginning of a book that you're writing, don't be afraid to post them here.

Edited June 15, 2008 by giterdone

[Guest]

I really need to write down the things I think

i swear, I come up with poems in my head almost every day

but I always don't write them down and forget them

[Guest]

I really need to write down the things I think

i swear, I come up with poems in my head almost every day

but I always don't write them down and forget them

im exactly like that..

but i started keeping a pad of paper with me

and whenever i get a thought i write it down.

lol im a loser

This isn't just for poetry just so you know. If you have any short stories or the beginning of a book that you're writing, don't be afraid to post them here.

i would post stories but im not good that good at writing. lol

but im gunna post one more poem tomorrow.

it one i wrote for my girlfriend.

Edited June 16, 2008 by Thuhchris

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I just found this poem I wrote when I was in college. Ah, teenage angst...Praise God that's overwith!!

it was the nature of us then

dank

as the world we knew

a wrecking ball

a threesome

gold-plated with time

destined for catastrophe

as time provided

sickening

we ate of it and grew more sickly

this world

this life

this love we had –

repressed, depressed,

concaving our souls

we fell quickly

even the sure-footed

sinking

our pit of three

each cried out words

words the others could not understand

words that became lost

never having existed

i could not hold those

them

one slipped

but not before me

my fall much harder

the other one lingered

close, far away, close again

out of sight

lost

and these three withered down

to one…

and one…

and one…

[Guest]

I love you.

I won't hold back

I love you so,

I'm not scared

to let you know.

I would spend

The rest of my life,

Asking for your hand

To be my wife.

When i see your face

One word pops to mind,

Beautiful.

I'm so glad your mine.

My heart tells me it's you

I know it's true,

I never loved anyone

As much as i love you.

It kills me each day

To know we are apart,

And when we are together

Our life can finally start.

I'll go everywhere

As long as you there,

With me you will be

The times we'll share.

You are my beautiful girl

And nothing less,

I'll love you at your worst

As much as your best.

I'd walk across hell

in the fiery sands,

Just for a kiss

Or to hold your hand.

I'd do anything

Just to see you smile,

And give everything

To hold you for a while.

You may think i'm crazy

But it's all true,

I'd give my life

To show I love you.

Edited June 17, 2008 by Thuhchris

[Guest]

This is one i wrote in 1989, called Happiness Alone

This place I sit I live alone,

late at night, like no ones home.

The quiet reeks of rotten speech,

so silent and so sad.

I share this space with no one person,

at times I must be mad.

To truly be so all alone,

yet feel right at home.

[akaslickster]

This is for people to write any poems or short stories that they can think of. The only limitation is your mind (and the rules of Brainden). Nothing inapropriate and no swears. People are encouraged to give constructive critisism to stories and poems that are posted here. Also you have to post original work, nothing that has already been written (der). Have fun :) .

Now i am glad, i've done the bad, I want to do good as i shouldit is time for bed lest i drink more instead.HICCUP!

[Guest]

This is one from high school-

My heart is like a crystal ball

Thats dropped upon the floor.

My heart, just like this crystal ball

Is in one piece no more.

Can you take a broken crystal ball,

Pick it up off the floor,

Take the pieces one and all,

And make them one once more?

I dont think that this is possible,

But I might not know for sure.

You see I once thought he loved me,

But I found out that he loved her.

[Guest]

Morning Ritual

1 1/2 cans Diet Coke,

on ice;

2 pieces white bread,

lightly toasted,

extra butter;

1 romance novel.

I wrote that for my mother back in college. It was published in the college journal - she was thrilled.

That isn't exactly how it went, but you get the idea.

[Guest]

Here's another, from just after my divorce...

you said you'd never leave me alone i have to get away from you said you'd never

leave me alone i have to get away from you

said you'd never leave me

alone i have to get away

from you said you'd

never leave me alone

i have to get away from you said you'd never

leave me alone

i have to get

away from

you said

[Guest]

This is one from high school-

My heart is like a crystal ball

Thats dropped upon the floor.

My heart, just like this crystal ball

Is in one piece no more.

Can you take a broken crystal ball,

Pick it up off the floor,

Take the pieces one and all,

And make them one once more?

I dont think that this is possible,

But I might not know for sure.

You see I once thought he loved me,

But I found out that he loved her.

Isn't young love so exillerating and yet so painfully miserable? Funny to look back on it now and think about how melodramatic I was.

[akaslickster]

Isn't young love so exillerating and yet so painfully miserable? Funny to look back on it now and think about how melodramatic I was.

Those were the days with my sweethearts. They were not very romantic, just horse-play. I loved the cemetary.

[Guest]

A haiku by me:

Storm's Triumph

Icy winds sting my face.

Hail pounds my head from the top.

I look and see black.

Storm's Trimph II

I lay awake now.

The vivid scent of black pine.

I know it has passed.

It's not the best one I've seen, but I think it's pretty good.

[akaslickster]

A haiku by me:

Storm's Triumph

Icy winds sting my face.

Hail pounds my head from the top.

I look and see black.

Storm's Trimph II

I lay awake now.

The vivid scent of black pine.

I know it has passed.

It's not the best one I've seen, but I think it's pretty good.

I liked it short but good.

[Guest]

Here's one I wrote about two years ago, when I was happy ...

Balsam

Sift this marrow's

wayward, scattered,

torn and tattered

skyward hope and

sorrow spattered.

Paint these colors

bright and blended,

star-descended,

down that rope of

dreams intended.

Lift this sparrow's

trembling token,

songs awoken;

pray her voice is

never broken.

Feel in bones and

art and singing,

mercy ringing,

from on high the

balsam bringing.

And one I wrote shortly after, when I was not so happy (for reasons evident in the poem) ...

a wish dissolved

one vivid gem

with luster glows

two smiling eyes

in silence close

one longing heart

with patience stands

two furrowed brows

and wringing hands

one question cold

in winter rain

two ages pass

before the pain

one wish dissolves

in shadow's shroud

two searching hearts

pass in the crowd

[akaslickster]

Here's one I wrote about two years ago, when I was happy ...

Balsam

Sift this marrow's

wayward, scattered,

torn and tattered

skyward hope and

sorrow spattered.

Paint these colors

bright and blended,

star-descended,

down that rope of

dreams intended.

Lift this sparrow's

trembling token,

songs awoken;

pray her voice is

never broken.

Feel in bones and

art and singing,

mercy ringing,

from on high the

balsam bringing.

And one I wrote shortly after, when I was not so happy (for reasons evident in the poem) ...

a wish dissolved

one vivid gem

with luster glows

two smiling eyes

in silence close

one longing heart

with patience stands

two furrowed brows

and wringing hands

one question cold

in winter rain

two ages pass

before the pain

one wish dissolves

in shadow's shroud

two searching hearts

pass in the crowd

Wow , Never thought you were into that. Good job dude.

[Guest]

Isn't young love so exillerating and yet so painfully miserable?

YES!!!

A haiku by me:

Storm's Triumph

Icy winds sting my face.

Hail pounds my head from the top.

I look and see black.

Storm's Trimph II

I lay awake now.

The vivid scent of black pine.

I know it has passed.

It's not the best one I've seen, but I think it's pretty good.

Isn't ICY two syllables?

[akaslickster]

Thuchris, are you picking on SillouhetteMind? <_<

[Guest]

Isn't ICY two syllables?