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December 31, 1969
Author: BlackPhoenix
Subject: Hi
Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:31 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 1
Hi windless and welcome aboard..
I would like to exchange some of your "seasoned" poetry with mine...
Subject: Hi
Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:31 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 1
Hi windless and welcome aboard..
I would like to exchange some of your "seasoned" poetry with mine...
December 31, 1969
Author: VCexclusive
Subject: EYYY
Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:33 pm (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 0
Hey all :>
Doing the intro thang so heads up and hi :>
Subject: EYYY
Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:33 pm (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 0
Hey all :>
Doing the intro thang so heads up and hi :>
December 31, 1969
Author: sirius23
Subject: Intro to a story
Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 12:23 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 0
I'm trying to write a "young adult" novel from a different point of view. I read alot of them, and they all seem to follow the same lines. So this is my intro, it's a mix of personal stuff and those of others. Enjoy, and I hope to get some feedback >.<
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I wanna say that I have tears. That I have cuts and that I wear black. I want to say that I fit in and listen to the same things. I want to say that I hate life.
There is a difference, between feeling helpless and feeling hopeless. Helpless implies that there is something that needs helping. That there is a slight possibility that I can be fixed. Hopeless is not necessarily saying that im broke. I don think I am. I just don't feel any particular joy in everday things.
I wake up after my alarm clock has been ringing for about five minutes. Ive been dreaming of vampires again, and notice the clock says 6. Shit. Late again.
Seventeen hours later I find myself in my bathroom. The lights are on. The fan is on. My headphones are on. Loud music is on. I am sitting on the floor.
I wish I could say that I feel helpless. So that I could be fixed. I remember sad things. I know I should be crying. I think maybe somewhere DEEP DEEP down inside im bawling. Things resurfce, things that are tear-worthy. I push it away. As an automatic instinct. After a while those barries become so normal you don't question whether or not its healthy. Whether or not im wasting my time on denial.
Does that imply helplessness. Have I ignored that as well?
Well, I decide my emo side is a lost cause, and go back to my room. I hear muffled Tvs and see schedules. Littered, are exclamation marks to faraway destinations, claiming, we want YOU to come HERE. I doubt it. Take a look at my transcript, lol.
It is hopeless.
It is shit.
Not helpless. You cant help a permenant transcript. Not now. Its too late. So its hopeless. But I keep working. I go through all the moves and put on a high pitched voice for the councelors. They look at me and wonder what the hell is wrong with someone who is "smart" yet as lazy.
Ive given up. What can I say, im a realist.
So I opt for sleep. Ima fail anyway.
So I lay on my bed. Very aware of the clock ticking. How much time have I wasted? Doing nothing, stressing unnecessarily? Most of all ignoring things.
Can things really be fixed.
It may be denial. It occurs to me, that maybe I do need to be fixed. I need to regain a sense of non- hopelessness.
Unfortunately my hopelessness wins, and this realization of denial too gets discarded.
I opt for headphones, and drifting slumber of frogs and waterways.
Subject: Intro to a story
Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 12:23 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 0
I'm trying to write a "young adult" novel from a different point of view. I read alot of them, and they all seem to follow the same lines. So this is my intro, it's a mix of personal stuff and those of others. Enjoy, and I hope to get some feedback >.<
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I wanna say that I have tears. That I have cuts and that I wear black. I want to say that I fit in and listen to the same things. I want to say that I hate life.
There is a difference, between feeling helpless and feeling hopeless. Helpless implies that there is something that needs helping. That there is a slight possibility that I can be fixed. Hopeless is not necessarily saying that im broke. I don think I am. I just don't feel any particular joy in everday things.
I wake up after my alarm clock has been ringing for about five minutes. Ive been dreaming of vampires again, and notice the clock says 6. Shit. Late again.
Seventeen hours later I find myself in my bathroom. The lights are on. The fan is on. My headphones are on. Loud music is on. I am sitting on the floor.
I wish I could say that I feel helpless. So that I could be fixed. I remember sad things. I know I should be crying. I think maybe somewhere DEEP DEEP down inside im bawling. Things resurfce, things that are tear-worthy. I push it away. As an automatic instinct. After a while those barries become so normal you don't question whether or not its healthy. Whether or not im wasting my time on denial.
Does that imply helplessness. Have I ignored that as well?
Well, I decide my emo side is a lost cause, and go back to my room. I hear muffled Tvs and see schedules. Littered, are exclamation marks to faraway destinations, claiming, we want YOU to come HERE. I doubt it. Take a look at my transcript, lol.
It is hopeless.
It is shit.
Not helpless. You cant help a permenant transcript. Not now. Its too late. So its hopeless. But I keep working. I go through all the moves and put on a high pitched voice for the councelors. They look at me and wonder what the hell is wrong with someone who is "smart" yet as lazy.
Ive given up. What can I say, im a realist.
So I opt for sleep. Ima fail anyway.
So I lay on my bed. Very aware of the clock ticking. How much time have I wasted? Doing nothing, stressing unnecessarily? Most of all ignoring things.
Can things really be fixed.
It may be denial. It occurs to me, that maybe I do need to be fixed. I need to regain a sense of non- hopelessness.
Unfortunately my hopelessness wins, and this realization of denial too gets discarded.
I opt for headphones, and drifting slumber of frogs and waterways.
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