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Post by Scarecrow on Oct 20, 2005 19:51:46 GMT -5
I've been going through a poetry 'phase' since France, so I thought I might post some of my stuff here. These poems are soon to be published!  *Is happy* |
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Post by Scarecrow on Oct 20, 2005 19:55:48 GMT -5
Fairwell,
But only for now.
Solemn sigh,
In sombre day,
Though sun
Shines bright
I see only grey.
You’ve left…
But only for now.
When will you return?
What have you to say?
I will not be gone forever…
But for never.
Not a day.
I wrote this one for my grandfather when he passed away...
The twisted tongue of darkest
Lie
Silhouette on bloody
Sky
I am alone on Midnights
Shore
My soul in pieces,
Evermore.
I do not wish to be
Alone
In red tide shadows seek and
Groan
Sweet Shadow, swara’s silent
Trill
I shall stand tall, against my
Will.
*ANGST* That's better... ;D
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Oct 22, 2005 9:39:02 GMT -5
Wow... That is really deep...
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Post by Scarecrow on Oct 22, 2005 22:51:08 GMT -5
Thanks... If you can't tell from the second poem, I have problems with my social skills... *Yet more angsting* HehehehahahahaAHAHAHAHAAAAA... Whoo. *Feels better now* ^_^
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Post by deltaT on Nov 8, 2005 23:41:04 GMT -5
I can relate...I used to have troubles with my social skills too, but I found as I got older it all got easier. Now I am happy to say that I enjoy spending time alone, but I never get enough of it. (Damn kids!)
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Post by silverwolf on Nov 16, 2005 15:40:23 GMT -5
Awwwww, mebbe a short vaction is in order?
Some place with a laptop, mind you. No taking vacations from the forum.
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Post by X Daggers on Nov 20, 2005 21:56:48 GMT -5
Oooo. I wanna buy those poems, yes! (^_^) I wish I could write poetry... at all... (T_T) How do you do it?
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Post by silverwolf on Nov 20, 2005 23:01:46 GMT -5
I don't try, personally. It just sorta pops in my head and demands to be written down.
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Post by Scarecrow on Nov 26, 2005 1:17:33 GMT -5
Erm... I'm not really sure. It just... Happens. I've got tons...
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Post by Scarecrow on Nov 26, 2005 1:22:57 GMT -5
I also do rather twisted-strange short stories... And I'm working on two novels, one about Grey (yep... wanted to cover her entire story) and one about a different world, with little ccritters called Wyrith, and the Brill... And other stuff...
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Post by silverwolf on Nov 26, 2005 14:33:02 GMT -5
I'm currently working on two stories, one that I'm drawing out, and one that my friend wants to draw out for me.
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Post by Scarecrow on Nov 29, 2005 0:16:02 GMT -5
I'm also working on two comics! ^^
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Post by silverwolf on Dec 10, 2005 14:32:04 GMT -5
I lost count of how many comics I'm drawing! Most of them only have around three pages, because they've been pushed to the back of my schedule.
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Post by Scarecrow on Dec 11, 2005 18:12:09 GMT -5
My comics are numbered by two.
The first is my main comic, which has an actual plot, and is generally dark humor, called Of the Dark, and my second has yet to be named, and is generally me making fun of super heroes.
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Post by Daybreak on Dec 11, 2005 18:58:46 GMT -5
Yay for superhero satire! I've got five or so comics lying around, started but never finished... *sigh*
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Post by Scarecrow on Jan 15, 2006 1:08:04 GMT -5
Yes, my superheroes are The Dishtowel, and Exclamation boy.
Posts them!
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Post by Violet on Feb 11, 2006 23:15:12 GMT -5
I wrote a poem about a box once...it sucked
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 8, 2006 17:33:37 GMT -5
[glow=purple]Story Time [/glow]
The sun had set only an hour past, and the fading light was still traced with loops and spirals of crimson red, fading into the faintest, most delicate rosy pink, tinged with gold. All this vanished into the darkest blue midnight, and a faint wind rustled the branches of the pine trees that surrounded a small village in the mountainous northern reaches of the world, whispering secrets of what it had seen. It was late autumn, and frost fringed the deeply green needles of the pine forest, while the sylphs poured their silver buckets of mist over the world, and whispered amongst themselves.
Movement. Shuffling through the woods was a small band of children, both boys and girls. They seemed to be ranging from the ages of seven and thirteen, and they were on their way. They were a tawdry bunch, mainly clad in rags and draped with old blankets to ward off the biting cold, and they seemed to be posessed of a deep companionship with one another. One of the older children was holding hads with the smallest one, a thin, dark haired child with bright, clear eyes, and the strongest seeming of them trailed behind slightly, watching that they weren't being followed. The young one, who went by the name of Glim, for his wide, pale eyes, held on to his older brother, Nox, anxiously. This sunset only happened once a year... And it had never been this spectacular before. Even through the dense pine needles, he could see swirls of scarlet, and twists of gold. It was a good omen, he thought, as he tried to keep up with his comrade's swift pace, staring at the small group of people he had come to think of as a sort of familly...
Rigg toyed with the loops of string he allways had around his wrist, unwinding it, and making cat's cradles in the fading light, amber eyes nearly aglow beneath the fringe of white-blonde hair which obscured most of his facial features while his twin sister, a tactile, thrifty girl stitched another patch onto her blue and brown blanket, with had faded to grey in places, given it's age. The name bestowed apon her was Swatch. She resembled her brother with her eyes, hair, and pointed nose, but where he was twitchy and given to acting on a whim, she was solid, and taciturn. Nox, Glim's older brother, was a scrapper. You could tell it by the little cut on his lip, the defiant gleam in his eye, as well as the way he held himself. The two brothers looked almost nothing alike, for where Glim was pale and lithe, Nox was dark and muscular, strongly built, and that even showed in the harsh, famin-plagued times they were in.
He and his brother had joined the little group just over a year ago, and Nox had immediately established himself as a leader of sorts, easily being the strongest of the group. Glim had allways been a dreamer, and it was he would have been considered a burden, were it not for the fact that his brother was the leader.
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 8, 2006 17:34:13 GMT -5
That's all I can post for now... I have to leave! I'll write more later tonight.
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 8, 2006 17:43:31 GMT -5
Ooo...*waits for more*
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Post by lysinias on Apr 8, 2006 20:20:17 GMT -5
Beautiful imagery. I want to watch that sunset.
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 8, 2006 21:20:22 GMT -5
Thanks! I'm going to draw the sunset when I get around to it...
There. Added a little bit more on... Expect more soon! ^^
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 8, 2006 21:25:23 GMT -5
ooo...
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yeah, i have nothing more intellligent to say...
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 9, 2006 0:51:08 GMT -5
Caw! Caw!
Don't make me get you with my rifle.
CAW!!
Ok, fine. So I don't have one.
Caw?
Well, that's a given.
Caw.
I know. Only a complete moron would be passing by here at this point.
Caw, caw.
No, I don't want to buy the latest kind of vacume cleaner.
Caw, caw, caw!
Ooh! It gets rid of crows, you say?
Caw...
Oh. Insulting the straw, eh?
Caw?
Admit it! You like the straw!
Caw?!
The straw is your friend...
Caw.
You know, Dorothy, I could really use some help here.
Caw!
Waitaminnit... Dorothies don't say caw!
Caw?
IMPOSTER!!
Caw...
Ok... When you put it that way-NO!! You LIE!!
...Caw?
Well, actually, I'm not sure why either...
Caw.
Oh! You're right! Someone actually IS coming this way.
Oh, if I wasn't so insane...
Well I could waste away the hours,
not talkin' with the flowers,
or chattin' with the rain...
And my songs would be catchin'
while my thoughts would be a-matchin'
if I wasn't so insaaaayne...
Wouldn't bother with them riddles,
or run away from skittles
be drowndin' in tha raaayne...
Holy crap, you'd be thinkin',
'bout other things than killin' Lincoln
If you weren't so insane...
Waitaminnit- you're made of STRAW! You can't be talking!
Sez you.
Damn right, sez me, you confounded hillbilly!
Red-booted harlot!
Straw stuffed addlebrain!
Do not insult the straw! It is to be embraced! YOU!! EMBRACE THE STRAW!!
Ug. Please... Don't ever say that again. I'm going to walk away now...
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Caw.
Yep. She really was kinda cute...
CAW?! Caw, caw, CAW.
Oh, if I only had a brain!
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 9, 2006 8:51:52 GMT -5
*giggles*
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Post by Dundee on Apr 9, 2006 14:20:38 GMT -5
W-w-where do you come UP with this stuff? I'm afraid for my life, I'm laughing so hard...
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 9, 2006 15:22:10 GMT -5
I... I was bored!
And I just finished rereading the book Wicked.
Bweheh. Thanks!
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Post by Dundee on Apr 9, 2006 15:31:31 GMT -5
Ah, yes, Wicked. Just got it 2 years ago and it scarred me for life. But, meh, if I didn't learn then, I would have learned it sometime sooner or later because of all the time I spend on the internet. It really is an excellent book. I've read it like 5 times now.
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Post by Violet on Apr 11, 2006 5:11:55 GMT -5
Woooo,I've hurd of that book I'de buy it if I wasn't so poor...T.T
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Post by Flagg on Apr 11, 2006 10:01:37 GMT -5
Poor, poor crow. : ( Well, not really. More like misunderstood.
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*Is happy*
