Never Give Up (Because a corner is cliché and "Fate's Dreams" seems to be easier to say than "Destiny's Force's" for some reason. :p) (Note from author: I wrote this up back in Spring 2007 for a music assignment for my Creative Writing class. The original had all of the lines begin with capital letters. I revised this one with periods and lowercase where I thought was needed. I think it makes a catchy tune. What do you think?) Life's just a duel, that's how the world is made. Sabers and pistols to men betrayed. Honor and integrity are on the line where good and evil fade in time. Ten steps to morning, five steps to dawn, luck of the draw, zero to none. Focus on the target, stare straight ahead. Don't get distracted or next moment you're dead. Never surrender, never give up. When taking the hits, it'll toughen you up. How much you can take and keep moving forward, winning is done to each one's accord. Take your turn as fast as you can, speed of the draw, it's all in your hand. But don't be reckless, you get one shot. Think with your brain, but trust in your heart. The war's never over, the duel will go on, but remember these words as hard as you can. The world may be made with life as a duel, but you're your own player. Don't be their tool. Never surrender, never give up. When taking the hits, it'll toughen you up. How much you can take and keep moving forward, winning is done to each one's accord. Eye of the tiger, lightning-fast thinking, inhuman reflexes keep you from sinking. Use them all wisely, it'll set you apart from all opposition, fight lively with heart. One more move, one final chance. Live every day as if it's your last. Believe in yourself, instinct will guide you. But if you need help, friends'll be beside you. Never surrender, never give up. When taking the hits, it'll toughen you up. How much you can take and keep moving forward, winning is done to each one's accord.
That was very interesting. I enjoyed it. Especially the "Think with your brain but trust with your heart" that was great
Feeling (Note from author: This was a catalog poem I did for my Creative Writing class back in Spring 2007.) Imagine your focus on one single point; don't blink. Imagine the pendulum swing back and forth, monotonous motion. Imagine a spiral, twirling and swirling, sucking you into its deepest chasm. Imagine the spinning crystal, its dazzling lights playing across the back of your mind. Imagine the metronome; how soothing it feels. Imagine your body releasing its tensions; feel it relax. Imagine an elevator, counting down, going deeper. Imagine your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier; try to keep them open, but you can't. Imagine your chest rising and falling, deep breath in...and exhale. Imagine feeling sleepier and sleepier, heavier and deeper. Imagine your mind empty; concentrate on my voice. Imagine ignoring everything around you except my words. Imagine your memory, sifting through your fingers like sand. Imagine letting your thoughts drift, no worries about past, present or future. Imagine yourself releasing your will, your ethics, your sense of being. Imagine the ocean, waves of intense erotic pleasure rubbing against your bare skin. Imagine the night sky and its entrancing starlit fabrics. Imagine your body sinking, melting into a void. Imagine floating, resting on clouds, peaceful and content. Imagine a feeling of pleasurable warmth flow from toe tips to tip top. Imagine a feeling of titillation, tickling your nerve endings. Imagine your fears melt away; trust me. Imagine what I tell you, the voice of reality. Imagine pleasure building within you, guilt-free warmth inside your body. Imagine joyful, wonderful thoughts as the session comes to a close. Imagine waking up at the snap of my fingers, the clap of my hands.
Destiny... Are there such things as accidents? If not, do coincidences truly exist? Is the future written in stone, unable to be changed? What fortunes lie beyond this morning? Do you decide to take the plunge into the unknown? Or does the darkness swallow you up? Change the past, change the future. But what if fate determined your actions? What if free will doesn't exist and you're doing everything according to plan? Are you doing what you want or what you've been told? Knowing the future may cause the events to take place Trying to prevent it might force it to come true. Doing nothing could cause it to happen. What are you trying to accomplish? To prevent your story from happening? Or to make sure that it'll happen? Take away the surprise, the uncertainty. You'd lose hope. You'd lose choice. "This is the day you will die." Like hell. Screw destiny.
Dude, this is so freaking deep and the structure adds so well to the seeming chaos of the poem. Knowing the future may cause the events to take place Trying to prevent it might force it to come true. Doing nothing could cause it to happen. What are you trying to accomplish? This poem is freaking awesome.
Maverick ...am I? Who... Lost soul of vengeance. Where... A hellish future, damned for eternity. What... Lone piece of flesh in a world of metal. How's my... ...appearance? Hair's a'blazin, breaker whippin'. ...vehicle? Atop the steel steed, roaring with sadistic "TRTRTRTRTRTRTR..." ...face? Icy, cold stare burning with fury, determination etched. ...body? Moist sweat glistens along my creases. What's that... ...sound? Thunderous explosions ensnaring the eardrums. ...smell? Wretched sulfur flaring within the nostrils. ...I feel? Rubber grips molded with tightening fingers. ...I see? Shiny gleaming armor of dark plastic. ...do I seek? What... The truth, the meaning, the answer to it all. Who... Myself... ...obviously. Why... Closure, completeness, The End.
Thirteen Ways to Look at Books (based on Wallace Stevens: Thirteen Ways...) Books: Keys to imagination's inner chambers. Reality's fantasy; Unlimited possibilities at the end of your fingertips all in the turn of a page. Downsides to books: WEIGHT... SIZE... and paper cuts. Internet contracts viruses, books can't. Countless books sit on shelves waiting to be borrowed. Brain food can be spoiled sitting too long. Simple yet complex, Books are made of Stories are of Text is made of Ink made up of Ideas made from Stories which were read from Books. The table's uneven, Hand me some books. Teacher's greatest tool Kid's best friend Invaluable, Priceless A book. Swashbuckling pirates, Dungeons and dragons, Century-old curses, Viking invaders, Space aliens, A book is your own personal time machine. Sword and Shield. Staff and Magic. Gun and Barriers. Lasers and Force Fields. All adventurers have them inside a book. Classics, fables, fairy tales, bone-chillers, westerns, adventures, science fiction can send thrill up a book's spine. Knowledge is power. Knowledge comes from ideas. Ideas come from books. Books are powerful! Books are like people, diverse and complex. Hardback shield. Impenetrable bindings. Razor sharp edges. Unimaginable ideas. Feel the power of books!
That was awsome! Your fanfics are better, but this was pretty good. You are such a great writer, I wish i could write as well as you. Actually...that made me think...OW! My brain hurts!:)
Changes We met each other one day. It happened purely by accident. Something between us just clicked. She made me happy. I made her laugh. We were there for each other, through hardships and celebrations. For the first time in years, my affection was renewed. My self-esteem and self-confidence began to spark again. The feeling of courage. The strength of the heart. To have someone to care about again. Foolishly dreaming that my cursed cycle would finally be broken. But the pleasure didn't last. Nothing ever does. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was her. We drifted apart. Our bond was weakened. The sinews of our hearts became frayed, shattered. Strained to the breaking point. I try to fight. I was afraid to let go of my completeness. My contentment. My feelings for her. Secretly wishing with my heart that we could be something more. Knowing full well with my mind that we couldn't. But how do you hold onto one who doesn't want to be saved? We became distant. I don't know why. I was facing a tidal wave of change. The currents forced me back, knocking me down, but I kept trying. Persevering. And I believed in my soul I could set things right again. Maybe I was trying too hard. Maybe she wasn't trying at all. I was blinded by rose-colored glasses. She just didn't...feel that way. I refused to give in. But with every step, I was afraid. Afraid of the rejection. Afraid she's sick of hearing from me. Afraid of how she really felt about me. Afraid I was just another annoyance in her life. Again. Then it happened. A misfortune on my end. I would never have expected it. The last I remember is the blinding flash of pain. The agony of the light... ...before sinking into eternal darkness. I had become lost within the labyrinths of my mind. To relive the deepest, darkest moments of my life. With no hope. No courage. No help. That was my fate. My destiny. I fought my internal battle. Struggling to wake up. Trying to screw fate. But time waits for no one. I became only a distant memory in her thoughts. Someone she used to know, but never was. She lived her charmed life while mine had been mercilessly halted. And all the while, my only drive was to come back to her. To become one of the waking. To find her again. To apologize for not being there when I could. To apologize for being there when I shouldn't. For being egotistical and narrow-minded. For never being able to see her for who she was. She was my light in the darkness. The one that kept me going. When my spirit merged back with my body it had been too long. Too long and too late. All that I knew was meaningless. She had gone on with her life without ever fully knowing me. A sad, heavy heart. This describes my relationships. To love and to have lost. And after all these years, Destiny's force has always tainted my life. The cycle of never winning in the end. And now she's gone. Again.
well....this doesnt seem to have any flow or rhyme...at least in my eyes. but, this is a very touching piece of work. i know you write fanfics, but this is surely a change.... oh yeah! now, i remember. hope things get better....wich they will.
Wow...Um, very different. Fascinating though, and highly eye catching, and obviously quite sad if not depressing. It does a good job of describing such things and more, if in a different light.
It's not exactly a poem, but it's not exactly a piece of creative fiction either. To be honest, I just felt like venting. I've been feeling this way for the past few months now and I just had to get it off my chest. Unfortunately, I don't feel any better. It just reminds me of how utterly pathetic my relationships have been throughout my life. :sideways:
This is an excellent prose piece DF. Just know that you aren't the only one going through this to ya?
You have no idea how much I wanna find someone with a driver's license, drag them to the car, and make them drive me over there so I can hug you.
Excellent piece of work, DF; very touching and emotional...it's raw. It's a change from your other works, and it's a good change too. Writing is the BEST way to vent.
AAAAAAWWWW DF If it makes you feel any better your friend Konefeddi is here for you and i totally know wat you are talking about i feel the same way sometimes about my relationships
This is an interesting style of writing. It reminds me of those(rather morbid)stories where the teenagers all lead troubled lives and end up getting darker and darker until in the end, everything just goes to hell. All the chapters in those books were written in poetry style, kinda' like this.
Warning: This poem is PG-13 Spoiler Placebo: A Sonnet In there is where the sense of wonder lies; untold untruths of the past go rushing fast, but hope of heart in which it never dies by lust and love. I’m shocked the dice are cast. No pain or sorrow breaks the sound of mind unlike romantic, erotic dreams of Sex in naked glory. “Shine!” I shout, inclined to strip off her clothes. But stupid patience wrecks my dreams and sense of the present keeps me sane. Can there be hope in darkness or truth in light? I wonder why her panties can’t be obtained by easy methods. Coming out to fight the wrong from the right and nothing will be spared. This sonnet makes no sense. Who really cared?
Very good...I can't say weather it's descriptive or not(virgin) But still the way you do it sometimes rhyme, sometimes alliteration. You really played aroud with styles of writing in these poems. Congrats on some awesom poetry! HOWEVER...Remember this is a PG:13 site so this thread may very well get blocked.
Heroic Couplets Controller He wields a giant blade of metal shaped like a key. His girlfriend’s kidnapped…Duh! And raped by creatures summoned for evil, quite evil purposes. Why? Because the darkness drivel is boring. Swinging a giant Keyblade seems like an excuse for strange and wonderful dreams of helpless damsels and betrayals galore. We promise another to never change. The core of friendship relies on Paopu fruits and never forgetting promises. Using hearts for power to plunder worlds for selfish means. A goal misguided…followed to regain their soul. A question: “Trust the heart or be bound by chains of memories scattered ‘round the worlds’ remains?†Confused? A “Keyblade?†“Paopu?†What kind of game are we playing? Maybe Wii? Are you insane?! Squeenix created complicated stories to keep the fan base appeased with ease. And Disney mixed in Mickey. Why? A mouse in a game that’s considered tame deserves a rous- -ing burst of credit. But! This poem’s reason is couplets CAN be just a bunch of teasin’.
