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This is a short story of mine.

 

 

I hated Algebra. Especially if you had it in them middle of the sweltering afternoon in the middle of the summer. I also hated summer school. For more clarification, I hated Algebra because of summer school. This was my time to relax not talk about Fibonacci numbers. Luckily that was my last class. I only had two classes. Chemistry and Algebra.

Chemistry, I was okay with. If I had a book propped in front of me, and a partner at my side of course. My teacher was an old, intellectual man,. He had his good days and bad days. I just have bad days

You know how your parents say if you don't study , things will go wrong? My mom doesn't say that, but I realize why most do.

I didn't just not study. I completely forgot. And we had a test. On chemicals. And if you accidentally change those chemicals, you get a first-class ticket to eternal damnation.

My fingers quirked as I mixed the chemicals. I liked my lips nervously. My eyes kept glancing around. Everyone else was done, except me. I grabbed the nearest beaker, hopeful that it would be right. The liquid foamed up, and then suddenly subsided. I felt an extreme stress release of f my body. Something was bubbling. I looked down and suddenly it shot up in my face. I felt fire all over my body.

Soon enough I was in the bathroom, washing ash off of my white hair. I gathered up my books and headed to Algebra, even though I was late. I walked in and got scared

" Nice of you to join us Mr. Flemming, please take a seat and begin your exam."

Oh, crap. This was our last day. Exams!

 

What do you think?:huh_oh:

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this is my first poem i've ever written.

i dont konw if its good.

but i hope it is?

 

"right back in to place"

she sits in her bed at night,

wondering about her life;

finding reasons why she can't do anything right,

and her emotions are paying the price.

 

some see the world in her,

others couldn't care less.

she's always seen in a blur,

trying to pick up her mess.

 

those close to her are hurt,

you can see it in each's face.

she un-intentionally treats them like dirt,

trying to find her own place.

 

she's done knocking herself down.

because the monster that stole her soul

has thought her she has minimal reasons to frown;

and she plans to take back her life the dark world stole.

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wow, this is gonna sound very juvenile compared to all the others, but what's there to lose? here's my poem :)

 

My Pain, Your Pleasure

 

She wants to feel

She wants to hurt

She wants to scream

Until it burns

 

Her heart is longing

It's longing to beat

And sense the pain,

The passion, the heat

 

She'd rather be broken

With your powerful hands

Than have his fragile fingers

Travel her body's wonderlands

 

She wants to love,

Lust and cater

Just for a little pain

And all for your pleasure

 

..it's a work in progress...this poem as well as my writing skills.

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Cupid why have you struck me over a million times,

I can only really love one,

But you have me loving more!

I can't choose and i can not take just one,

I love them to much,

For my heart you have truly touched. :(

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the passion,

the heat,

the sweat,

whats next?

 

everytime we try it,

it all falls apart,

maybe if we went back,

back to the start,

we could find the reasons,

the reasons to this misery,

and stop everything from falling apart,

again.

 

 

i didnt even think about that, literally just decided to write something while reading this thread, and bang.

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^ haha it was graphic but it was good.

 

so in english we had to write a cinquain and it really sucks..but it has to do with paramore so yeah..

 

Music flows from my heart.

I hear it thru the door.

It is a wicked form of art.

We sing it forever more,

A band called Paramore.

 

yes i am still quite aware its terrible but i figured i would post it anyway. i hate poetry...haha

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^ oh I love that, Taylor. I love how you added paramore to it.

 

She took down the pictures

And her happiness fell with them

So she lays her wishing her world would end

Starving for love But love is rejecting her

Strangled in fear sicne it all began

Trying to hold on as long as shee can

 

 

It’s a matter of time

Before she wishes she was dead instead of alive

She sings a song

Of no hope and misery

She has nothing to give,shes empty

 

Hurtful words slice through questions

Nothing will change her confession

Slowly fading into nothing

 

 

It’s a matter of time

Before she wishes she was dead instead of alive

She sings a song

Of no hope and misery

She has nothing to give,shes empty

 

So she lays here wishing her world would end

And she lays here wishing you would see that shes suffering

All she ever wanted was you to tell her that you loved her

 

 

this is about my friend who as been thinking of killing herself because of her mom and some other reasons. Her mom is so mean to her and she feels like she cant do anything right.

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^ oh I love that, Taylor. I love how you added paramore to it.

 

She took down the pictures

And her happiness fell with them

So she lays her wishing her world would end

Starving for love But love is rejecting her

Strangled in fear sicne it all began

Trying to hold on as long as shee can

 

 

It’s a matter of time

Before she wishes she was dead instead of alive

She sings a song

Of no hope and misery

She has nothing to give,shes empty

 

Hurtful words slice through questions

Nothing will change her confession

Slowly fading into nothing

 

 

It’s a matter of time

Before she wishes she was dead instead of alive

She sings a song

Of no hope and misery

She has nothing to give,shes empty

 

So she lays here wishing her world would end

And she lays here wishing you would see that shes suffering

All she ever wanted was you to tell her that you loved her

 

 

 

 

 

:o !

 

Awesome! I think the best one here...Well in my opinion so far!

 

 

 

 

Awww man, I wish I wrote that...

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Have fun, Have it while you can

Cause lifes going to get you down

One day you'll wake up Just like me

And you'll realize that Theres more to a frown

Pain will punch you on purpose

and Love will lure you low deep into dark days

But dont worry! Apparently its just a phase

So erase your daze, And wipe that smirk off your face

Cause life gets the last laugh

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I was getting all geared up to do my whole "i am constructive critisizer!", i even got my stern typing face on and everything.

 

It doesn't need it, it's perfect.

 

really?

wow

 

no waaay

haha

 

but i like constructive critisism haha, anything??? lol

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