Write Your Heart Out ツ discussion

Hey, these are my poems: enjoy!

This is my sonnet that I had to write for English.

More than this?

Through the swirling and endless depths of space,
Lie undiscovered planets, blazing stars,
Gas clouds starting to form a brand new place,
And beings who've developed more than cars.
Galaxies that hang like splatters of paint,
Against a backdrop of endless darkness,
Add up to numbers that would make you faint,
But brighten the universe's starkness.
Perhaps, maybe there's a planet out there,
With it's city guarded by a huge dome.
But for now space is a puzzling affair,
So we can only stay closer to home.
In years to come, when our knowledge has spread,
We may understand worlds above our head.

Haha :) all it is is 14 lines with 10 syllables each. Notice the doctor who reference?

That's awesome! It's much easier for me to read poems that rhyme, and I like poems that don't too, but I especially like how this is structured:)

although I've never seen Doctor Who:/

Yes!

A poem for an ex

Im sorry for judging you,
But now you push me away.
The taunts and comments,
Are fuel to my hate.

You say im a hypocrite,
I argued against.
But now I know why,
You did what you did.

Thank you :)

ooh that's really good too

No, I don't think so :s

but bri ghten the u ni vers e's stark ness

:)

This isn't really a poem but I like it anyway

Unspoken words

We can pretend that everything is okay, and ignore the whispers and unspoken words that lie buried in the cracks, forever tormenting, always waiting.

They fight to break free, only to be trapped at the last minute by the lips that wish so badly to utter them.

Yet we live behind these walls of normality, our way to deflect the un performed blows from that restraining fist.

Our eyes portray nothing, only the heavy burden of the unspoken, the words which thrive and multiply inside the unconscious mind.

But then with one final blow those words are spoken, crimson blood staining the lips of their creator.

The wall shatters, giving way to all that we feared.

Daughter of night - thanks a lot :) I haven't been writing for long but it's nice to be able to show someone

yep:)

And that last story is AMAZING. I'm not exaggerating. Did you really write it?? lol

Yeah! Funny story really, I was in bed half asleep and then WHAM it was just there :) so there's me just fumbling around for something to write on and my sister is just like what are you doing!?

haha that's funny. Sometimes I'll do the same thing! younger or older sister?

Younger :-D

ah, yeah my sister is younger too. She's 10.

gotta love 'em

haha yeah but in the meantime, I will write to my heart's content...even if that means waking my sister up at 3 a.m. !! XD

Do it! :)

Another not-poem

Those little red lines

If every time you scored those valleys into your skin, it made the pain go away, it would have happened by now.

But with every cut the pain just gets deeper and deeper until one day it will be all that you know.

Those little red lines that decorate your skin like the marks of a crayon are your comfort, the only way for you to escape.

You don't ever see me, watching from the sidelines, a fresh tear for every fresh cut: a blood red waterfall against the waiting sky.

With every new day comes a new promise, one that you break without consideration when it gets too much.

You grasp desperately for my love, because you know no love for yourself, your life balanced on a knife edge.

that's awesome. (I know I've already said that a lot...but...whatever. haha;) )

@DOTN I showed it to my English teacher but she kept trying to change it

why?

I don't know :(

hmmm

I don't like that. Authors and artists make things the way they make it for a reason. No one should think they have the right to change it. It's unique to you, and don't EVER think that you should change what/the way you write just because someone said so.

Now, of course it's your teacher we're talking about here and they're boss. So, in order to get a good grade, just make a copy of it.

So then you have one to your liking, and one to theirs. That way you have a good grade, but your writing is still yours.

Idk, maybe to you I'm talking gibberish. But that's what I've learned. I hate it when, on the radio, they change the lyrics sometimes. I just think, "they wrote those lyrics that way for a reason". So idk if you think the same but...that's my opinion.

whoa that was long...o.o

I couldn't have put it better myself! It wasn't even for a grade either :(

oh man:/

I just don't give my personal writings to my teachers. Those are mine to share with only those I know who won't judge them harshly. I usually write stuff that just isn't of value to me. *shrug*

I was trying to prove myself to her :(

Haiku

The blade cuts your skin
Until you are nothing more
A tear stained photo

Beautiful Haiku!

@Renna I wrote it for a person I know :(

:(, that explains so much about one person 17 syllables..

((I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack))

sad Haiku:(

Yeah it is

This is the story I entered for the writing contest

There it is.

The shape looms up before me, terrifying in all it's splendour. A shiver spills down my spine as memories bounce around my head. I stumble forward, unable to see, totally blinded by the images that plague me. What was I thinking? Did I ever imagine that coming back to the lighthouse would save me?

Each step drains me a little more as I as I try to tell my lungs to keep breathing, keep holding on, you're nearly there. But then I am there, gulping down the the cool night breeze as a half drowned man would after being pulled from the depths.

I lean over the bar and survey the area watched by the lighthouse. The wind ruffles my hair with it's gentle hands and I can feel the gap closing within me.

A board creaks behind me. I freeze. I feel a hand on my back and tense, about to turn around. It's too late. I'm falling. Falling. Falling onto the rocks below.

ooh nice

Thanks :) have you done one?

Yeah I did:)

For the 11th doctor

Run you clever boy and remember,
That's what she asked of me,
But I had to stop this December,
So that the town of Christmas could be free.

That's awesome Emelia!

Thanks

It wasn't actually finished but I accidentally posted it

Love is a bit like soap isn't it? So lovely smelling that you just want to envelop yourself in it. It soon runs out though. If you hold it too tight it just jumps right from your grasp and no matter how much you try, you can't get a hold of it again. But soap is a funny thing, you never know how long it will last until you give it a try...

Sherlock

You are a sociopath,
But that's okay,
Because we all love you,
And you're here to stay.
So maybe,
from time to time,
Gratitude and politeness,
may slip your mind.
But we all know,
what lies beneath,
That facade,
And those gritted teeth.
A love for others,
That you hold dear,
And a passion for justice,
Without any fear.
So with that,
You flash a smile,
Give your hair a ruffle,
And disappear for a while.

Haha that's awesome!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK BENEDICT CUMBERBATHC!!!! *swoon* anyways AWESOME!!!

Thank youuu :)