Let's Get Creative

pandora · January 2011

Half Full wrote:

OPEN-MINDED
"Sitting here thinking....
Does this sweater match my brains?"

thats great!!!

PilateOfTheStorm · January 2011

pandora wrote:

tremors wrote:

No one came....

The tiny head lies wet from tears in his crib in the dark.
New to this hell...his hell.
His stomach gnaws with hunger. His thumb that is all to satisfy.
His wimpers turn to cries.
Cries turn to screams
answered by the evil that he must learn to endure.

Day to day. Month by month. Year after year.
No one came.

The darkness envelopes his mind taking all the light of innocence with it.
He learns the word from the evil he sees.
Loveless gives room to hate.
Hate gives him power, power to be anything but a victim,
though he is now destined to forever be,
just that.
He is a victim of himself, of hate and of evil.
He is a warrior.

You will find him on a lonely road in the dark of night, waiting for an opportunity.
He is the smiling stranger in a crowded subway, as he takes aim to punish the world.
He is the bomber in a faraway land or a professional killer without the heart even for revenge.

But he was once a child
and he never had a chance.
No one came.... and he never knew love.

beautiful Pandora

i love your picture+poem posts

great

pandora · January 2011

electricxlovex wrote:

pandora wrote:

tremors wrote:

No one came....

The tiny head lies wet from tears in his crib in the dark.
New to this hell...his hell.
His stomach gnaws with hunger. His thumb that is all to satisfy.
His wimpers turn to cries.
Cries turn to screams
answered by the evil that he must learn to endure.

Day to day. Month by month. Year after year.
No one came.

The darkness envelopes his mind taking all the light of innocence with it.
He learns the word from the evil he sees.
Loveless gives room to hate.
Hate gives him power, power to be anything but a victim,
though he is now destined to forever be,
just that.
He is a victim of himself, of hate and of evil.
He is a warrior.

You will find him on a lonely road in the dark of night, waiting for an opportunity.
He is the smiling stranger in a crowded subway, as he takes aim to punish the world.
He is the bomber in a faraway land or a professional killer without the heart even for revenge.

But he was once a child
and he never had a chance.
No one came.... and he never knew love.

beautiful Pandora

i love your picture+poem posts great

Thank you! very kind of you

pearljamfan-1997 · January 2011

rollings · January 2011

Note to Self:

Note # 1 "Never let painters use my brain as a texture sponge again"
Note # 2 "Never, never, never."

tremors · January 2011

pearljamfan-1997 wrote:

Shards fracture and splinter
DIgging in deep
and jutting out like icicles
Something for someone, anyone to grab
Grab it hard, try to snap it off
Only more jagged edges
And the rest left sticking out of my fucking head

For all to see?
I used to think so
So I practised the disguise
Practised the mask
Practised the blank look
I can't have you reading my thoughts
My every nerve, twitch, stumbled word
Betrays the anxiety beneath
The blank look
The vacant look
It helped me when the room turned on me
When the mockery started

All that effort though
My papier mache mask
I was held together with glue
I celebrate the day it all came unstuck
With relief
I didn't ever wear that mask again
The icicles left
The jagged edges left
And people got close enough to care
Who knows if they'll ever come back

PilateOfTheStorm · January 2011

pearljamfan-1997 wrote:

Tell Me

dont tell me who i am
dont tell me what to do
dont tell me where to go
dont tell me wat to loose
dont tell me how to dress
dont tell me wat it is
dont tell me wat to be
dont tell me how to live

i didnt ask so dont tell
dont comment im a bitch
cuz idc wat u think
i dont care u beilive im just saying this
im not talking sticks and stones
and how words never harm
even though they have more power than darkness into beyond

dont tell me how to write
dont tell me wen to sit
dont tell me how to listen
dont tell me one bit

ur critisim i dnt need
i dont care wat u think u see
im not talking right or wrong
screw wat ur concious says
ur concious doesnt no me
hasnt been in my head

dont tell me im dumb
dont tell me im smart
im done with u
done and gone

i used to care wat u thought
i used to care wat u said
ur words like gospel
replaying in my head

i hated u
but wanted wat u had all the same
i feel rather stupid
after i thought
y wuld i want to be wat i hate
hate not fueld by jealousy
hate not fueld by pain
hate for what u do
hate for how u treat the people not like you
diffrent and strange is better
better than u
u do the same thing under ur damn protective bubble
tht boring routine tht remains the same

all u do is make people feel likethey dont meen shit
telling them to change for the sake of u
not wanting to help
only destroy
making u feel less of a toy

but i promise u one day
u willgrow old
or u will grow sick
and u will look back on life
and wish u were diffrent
wish there was somthing tht made it change
a special memmory worth being ur last thought
somthing letting u no u have made ur mark
somthing tht brings a smile as u slip away
but ur perfect world as u will come to find
has left u in the dark
untraced and forgotten by many minds

so dont tell me who i am
dont tell wat to do
but there is one answer i seek from u
tell me please
wat the hell makes u beter than me?

-for all the people that deal with the shit from the "popular kids" in skool

wow, i loved this. very good, i can relate so much it's scary.
"popular kids" - yep, i know the ones.
thanks for writing this

PilateOfTheStorm · January 2011

tremors wrote:

pearljamfan-1997 wrote:

Shards fracture and splinter
DIgging in deep
and jutting out like icicles
Something for someone, anyone to grab
Grab it hard, try to snap it off
Only more jagged edges
And the rest left sticking out of my fucking head

For all to see?
I used to think so
So I practised the disguise
Practised the mask
Practised the blank look
I can't have you reading my thoughts
My every nerve, twitch, stumbled word
Betrays the anxiety beneath
The blank look
The vacant look
It helped me when the room turned on me
When the mockery started

All that effort though
My papier mache mask
I was held together with glue
I celebrate the day it all came unstuck
With relief
I didn't ever wear that mask again
The icicles left
The jagged edges left
And people got close enough to care
Who knows if they'll ever come back

All that effort though
My papier mache mask
I was held together with glue
I celebrate the day it all came unstuck
With relief
I didn't ever wear that mask again

loved that especially
it's hard when you don't know
what the difference is
between the mask
and yourself

hard to break a mask that's become a part of you

pearljamfan-1997 · January 2011

electricxlovex wrote:

pearljamfan-1997 wrote:

Tell Me

dont tell me who i am
dont tell me what to do
dont tell me where to go
dont tell me wat to loose
dont tell me how to dress
dont tell me wat it is
dont tell me wat to be
dont tell me how to live

i didnt ask so dont tell
dont comment im a bitch
cuz idc wat u think
i dont care u beilive im just saying this
im not talking sticks and stones
and how words never harm
even though they have more power than darkness into beyond

dont tell me how to write
dont tell me wen to sit
dont tell me how to listen
dont tell me one bit

ur critisim i dnt need
i dont care wat u think u see
im not talking right or wrong
screw wat ur concious says
ur concious doesnt no me
hasnt been in my head

dont tell me im dumb
dont tell me im smart
im done with u
done and gone

i used to care wat u thought
i used to care wat u said
ur words like gospel
replaying in my head

i hated u
but wanted wat u had all the same
i feel rather stupid
after i thought
y wuld i want to be wat i hate
hate not fueld by jealousy
hate not fueld by pain
hate for what u do
hate for how u treat the people not like you
diffrent and strange is better
better than u
u do the same thing under ur damn protective bubble
tht boring routine tht remains the same

all u do is make people feel likethey dont meen shit
telling them to change for the sake of u
not wanting to help
only destroy
making u feel less of a toy

but i promise u one day
u willgrow old
or u will grow sick
and u will look back on life
and wish u were diffrent
wish there was somthing tht made it change
a special memmory worth being ur last thought
somthing letting u no u have made ur mark
somthing tht brings a smile as u slip away
but ur perfect world as u will come to find
has left u in the dark
untraced and forgotten by many minds

so dont tell me who i am
dont tell wat to do
but there is one answer i seek from u
tell me please
wat the hell makes u beter than me?

-for all the people that deal with the shit from the "popular kids" in skool

wow, i loved this. very good, i can relate so much it's scary.
"popular kids" - yep, i know the ones.
thanks for writing this

thanks i really want to be a writer when i grow up and also work with disabled kids. i do alot of writing for school but when we have to write about school we're limited on topics, if i turned this in id probably get introuble, so it realy means alot when someone likes what i love to do, especialy since i cant get graded on it

tremors · January 2011

Popular kids
Make lousy adults
They look back and ten years zapped by in a blink
And they are there staring at the same kitchen sink
Misfits, they got something to say
They know why it matters to care
They grow up quicker
They grow up slower
Making something of themselves
And before long
It passes
Before long it passes
And the misfits are the ones
People listen to
Value
Respect

pandora · January 2011

All For Naught?

One driven, most brave and relentless

One critical, discerning, in search of only truth

One encouraging, full of hope

One demanding, difficult and exhausting

One compassionate, aware of the suffering with a need to relieve

Alone we are of no importance,
nonexistent, nothing,
destined for failure.
We are naught.

Together
we are All.
We are complete, fulfilled,
destined for success and happiness.

Unified, we come to know and love our many faces,
we come to know and love us!

the wolf · February 2011

PilateOfTheStorm · February 2011

tremors wrote:

Popular kids
Make lousy adults
They look back and ten years zapped by in a blink
And they are there staring at the same kitchen sink
Misfits, they got something to say
They know why it matters to care
They grow up quicker
They grow up slower
Making something of themselves
And before long
It passes
Before long it passes
And the misfits are the ones
People listen to
Value
Respect

karma

pandora · February 2011

the wolf wrote:

"There are no good-byes, where ever we are, you’ll always be in my heart."

tremors · February 2011

the wolf wrote:

I wrote you a note scrawled
Under your bed
I got no sleep that night
I took refuge under your bed
With paper pen and moonlight
I wrote down all the reasons this must be
Goodbye
And in the morning I ripped it up
I never ever considered before
That maybe you sensed me there
And that maybe my mad lonely scrawling
that night
Only hastened our goodbye

pandora · February 2011

tremors wrote:

the wolf wrote:

I wrote you a note scrawled
Under your bed
I got no sleep that night
I took refuge under your bed
With paper pen and moonlight
I wrote down all the reasons this must be
Goodbye
And in the morning I ripped it up
I never ever considered before
That maybe you sensed me there
And that maybe my mad lonely scrawling
that night
Only hastened our goodbye

oh I like that! Very cool :thumbup:

justam · February 2011

tremors wrote:

the wolf wrote:

I wrote you a note scrawled
Under your bed
I got no sleep that night
I took refuge under your bed
With paper pen and moonlight
I wrote down all the reasons this must be
Goodbye
And in the morning I ripped it up
I never ever considered before
That maybe you sensed me there
And that maybe my mad lonely scrawling
that night
Only hastened our goodbye

This one is really good. :thumbup:

tremors · February 2011

justam wrote:

tremors wrote:

the wolf wrote:

I wrote you a note scrawled
Under your bed
I got no sleep that night
I took refuge under your bed
With paper pen and moonlight
I wrote down all the reasons this must be
Goodbye
And in the morning I ripped it up
I never ever considered before
That maybe you sensed me there
And that maybe my mad lonely scrawling
that night
Only hastened our goodbye

This one is really good. :thumbup:

Thanks guys. True story!

PilateOfTheStorm · February 2011

tremors wrote:

the wolf wrote:

I wrote you a note scrawled
Under your bed
I got no sleep that night
I took refuge under your bed
With paper pen and moonlight
I wrote down all the reasons this must be
Goodbye
And in the morning I ripped it up
I never ever considered before
That maybe you sensed me there
And that maybe my mad lonely scrawling
that night
Only hastened our goodbye

love that
true story?
woah, even more haunting yet beautiful

tremors · February 2011

electricxlovex wrote:

tremors wrote:

the wolf wrote:

I wrote you a note scrawled
Under your bed
I got no sleep that night
I took refuge under your bed
With paper pen and moonlight
I wrote down all the reasons this must be
Goodbye
And in the morning I ripped it up
I never ever considered before
That maybe you sensed me there
And that maybe my mad lonely scrawling
that night
Only hastened our goodbye

love that
true story?
woah, even more haunting yet beautiful

I might try writing more in this style, and in the style of the other one you commented on recently. The real question though electricxlovex...... is..... when are we going to see some of your poetry? I know you got some stashed away somewhere.....

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