The Official (And Superly Cool) Outcast Poetry Thread! Yay!

[YayGollum]

Here ya go. I have no good poems. *hangs head in shame* :rolleyes:

[Wonko The Sane]

There once was a man name Maury
Who loved all things bloody and gorey
He bought him a gun
To have him some fun
And shot off his leg and was sore-y.

[Mindy_O_Lluin]

Eat nice fisssh
Then off to bed.
'Try not to squish'
My Precious said.

Keep to your side
Of this twin-sized rock.
If you kick my thigh.
Off the rock I'll knock...

You.

:cool:

[Wonko The Sane]

Gollum was a lonely thing
Of fish and Precious he would sing
Until one day his luck would sway
When Bilbo Baggins came to play.

He stole Gollum's precious ring
Then threatened him with mean ol' Sting
When Gollum cried and begged it back
Bilbo slapped him and attacked!

Then Coward Bilbo ran away
Gollum had to save the day!
He searched for Bilbo all the night
And then he lead him to the light.

And nassty Bilbo leapt and ran
In Gollum he would find no fan.
Forever after Gollum searched
In forest, dale, oak and birch.

Until one dark and fateful day
That Gollum went too far astray
Captured by the evil Lord
He gave up Baggins with two words!

And suddenly poor Gollum had
Company and all of it bad!!
Instead of one there now were nine!
He hoped The Precious he would find.

But alas to poor Gollum's fate
The nine rode forth from that black gate
And soon took over Gollum's quest
And did much better what he did best.

They made their way towards Shire-land
With horses under and swords in hand
And when they found that sorry lot
They gave chase, pursued them hot.

As Frodo and his friends got free
Gollum plotted his own spree.
He'd hound that hobbit night and day
Until at last he lost his way.

And then, there, in deep of night
He'd kill him, take Ring, and his flight.
And when the dawn would rise next morn
There'd lie Frodo, Sam forlorn.

And with his Precious back in hand
Gollum would hatch a nasstier plan
On lost, fat hobbit he'd sneak unseen
Throttle him, strangle him, til he turned green.

And with those tricksy hobbitsses dead
Gollum at last could go to bed.
He'd find a cold, wet, fishsome hole
Beneath a mountain, dark, and cold.

And in the night he'd make his home
And hide the ring for time unknown.
And there he'd dwell where all light left us,
And never again be without Precious.

[YayGollum]

*bawls* Beautiful! The best one yet! *sniff* Now why can't there be more like that? :D

[Wonko The Sane]

*Bows* Thank you.
It's a poem where the rhyming is so lame...so very very bad...that it makes the poem funny and therefore valuable in that way. :)

hehe. Ok. It's **** but I like it!!! :D

More Gollum poems to come!

[Mindy_O_Lluin]

Good gracious! I think she was just teasing us with that limerick.
(. . . obviously never missed a poetry class. I went back to verify and the ryhming is better than most poems around.)

[Wonko The Sane]

The limerick was BRILLIANT!
;)

Hehe.
And trust me...the rhyming is AWFUL.

Snaga verified it for me when I read it to him aloud. :)

[Ice Man]

I thought I thought you were thinking about me,
but it just turned out that I thought you thought I was thinking of you

[munchkin]

ugh, poetry...

[Kailita]

Originally posted by munchkin
ugh, poetry...

"Ugh"?? What is this "ugh" you use? How can you use the words "ugh" and "poetry" in the same sentence...? Poetry is GREAT! Keep them coming people! :D

*Only wishes that she was creative enough to come up with poems on the spot to post...*

[munchkin]

i can't stand poetry...

[Dragon]

my only problem with poetry is that most of it is stupid/funny, or depressing.......funny stuff is ok though...........

[Wonko The Sane]

What about my funny poem about Gollum?

:)

[Dragon]

yes, very funny, good, and not depressing....:D

ok, let me try this.....

Ks little turtle does wiggle,
and waggle its tongue and blink,
and it makes me ponder and think.
I've come to this conclusion,
you may find it terribly weird,
but I've thought and thought,
my brain I have wrought,
and I've decided that under its tongue,
there is no beard

good, yes?:D no?:(

[Kailita]

*Gasps* It's BEAUTIFUL! Absolutely genious! *Swoons* :D:D:D

Of course I'm bias here, because it's about my little turtle avatar :rolleyes:;)...but still, a very good limerick! The beard part was a bit random, but all the better, right? Cheers for randomness! :D

I love poetry. All kinds of poetry. Rhyming, not rhyming, comical, serious, sad, moving, stupid, depressing...all of it. :) The way that words can come together and create such a meaningful thing that can touch people and make them laugh or cry or feel something...I think it's so cool. I just wish I was better at it.

[Dragon]

umm, well, yeah........random.....yeah....yeah.....

just think of a subject, say something painfully obvious about it, and then start rhyming and throw lots of funny randomness into it......funny.....yeah.....

[Wonko The Sane]

Azog iszog azog Orczog
Butzog Azog has no heartzog

[balrog]

sing a song or shed a tear
give a smile or respond in fear
only memories we now revere
thinking of us after all these years

you were my power
you were my flower
and living now without you...
in the dark these feelings cower

we had a chance forever
chance was lost not our endeavor
desperate and lost is now us
this knife bleeds us in the sever

empty life filled with solace
countless numbers given promise
sinking in thinking and love undone
love undone forever....plus 1

[Wonko The Sane]

:) I like it Balrog.
:D

Hehe.

Next time though you should make it like my "Zog" poem. :)

Hehe.

And make the words end in zog. :)

[balrog]

Originally posted by Wonko The Sane
:) I like it Balrog.
:D

Hehe.

Next time though you should make it like my "Zog" poem. :)

Hehe.

And make the words end in zog. :)

miracles may happen!

happening miracles come with surprise!

hmmm...what words rhyme with zog?

fog
dog
shod
cod
mod
rod
wad
pod
jog
quad
log
bod


i think i just may be able to do that!! :D

[Wonko The Sane]

:) You might.

But the words don't have to RHYME with zog.
They just need zog on the end.

May I?

singzog azog songzog or shedzog azog tearzog
givezog azog smilezog or respondzog inzog fearzog

[Dragon]

heehee, thats cool...:cool: <---cool:cool: cool

[kohaku]

EXPRESSO

Watch out cat! It's the Rabbit Express!
Zoom! Twist! Stomp! Hop!
You're in for it now, he won't let you rest,
You're to slow, he runs with the best!

Watch out stairs! It's the Rabbit Express!
Leap! Plop! Boing! Clomp!
Your slippery footing and height cannot stop
This brave little rabbit from reaching the top!

Watch out friend! It's the Rabbit Express!
You cannot resist this cute little pest!
He comes when I call, will give you a kiss,
His fuzzy rex coat is absolute bliss!

Come here, Expresso, and look what you've done!
You've melted my friend like wax in the sun!
No, nothing can win when put to the test
By the endless antics of Rabbit Express!


Inspired by my rabbit Expresso, who is aptly named.

[Wonko The Sane]

Oh my! That's such a good poem!

You could turn it into a children's book and make BANK!

[kohaku]

:) thanks, glad you liked it. I like to write poetry from time to time, I wish I could find some of my other stuff. That one I just now made up. I'll try to come up with one for my other rabbit, Cappucino.

[Wonko The Sane]

You do know, however, that the coffee is actually ESpresso and not EXPresso, right?

Just wondering...

*Blatant Seattle Coffee Snob*

Sorry. :rolleyes:

[kohaku]

Is it? Oh well. I like that spelling better, although I pronounce it Espresso most of the time. Sometimes I just call him Spress, stuff like that. We were going to spell Cappucinno's name wrong on purpose, like Kapachino or something. But I just misspell that on accident.

[Kailita]

Wow, balrog...that was great. Ooh. Shivery.

And kohaku, hehe, quite amusing/diverting/entertaining. Cheers for rabbits! Especially coffee namesake rabbits! :D

Andzog Wonkszog haszog uncoveredzog thezog secretzog artzog of endlesszog poetryzog...heh. :rolleyes:;)

[Wonko The Sane]

It's just so fun to say!


There once was a man from Seattle
Whose brain had become a bit addled
He put on steel shoes
And boycotted glue
And set himself up with a saddle.

[Kailita]

Cheers for limericks! Even though that one was completely random...but still! :)

Oh, ack. My watch just chirped. It's 1am. Suppose I need sleep. *Bids the wonderful GOOish world of poetry adieu*

[Wonko The Sane]

There once was a man who was drunk
He sat on his haunches and thunk
If I get more liquor
My buzz will be quicker
And my money won't go down the plunk

[Mindy_O_Lluin]

Frodo has wrote-o a note-o
Samwise scan-wised the spamwise
Gandalf just hands off the send off.
Aragorn, wear-worn and forlorn
Takes on the Trek on to Elrond.
And Gollum has just got-a throttle-em.

[Wonko The Sane]

There once was a boy named Lorenzo
Whose parentssess owned a cradenz-o.
It fell on his back
And with a big crack
It knocked the life out of lungs-o.

[Kailita]

Cradenzo? What's that...?

[Wonko The Sane]

It's a credenza spelled wrong so it would rhyme. ;)

A credenza is a piece of furniture.

1. A buffet, sideboard, or bookcase, especially one without legs.
2. A piece of office furniture having a long flat top and often containing file drawers, a kneehole, and accessories for a computer.


:D

There once was a man named Bernard
Whose bones never grew very hard
He went for a walk
And slipped on some chalk
And shattered hiimself into shards

[Kailita]

Ahh, got it. Never heard that word before. *Shrugs*

Wonks is very good at nonsense limericks. *Decides to try her hand at a nonsense limerick*...

There once was a girl named Janie
Who was sad when the weather turned rainy.
She sat and she frowned
As the water came down
And dripped off the window pane-y.

Now Janie knew someone named Bart
Who really wasn't too smart.
He thought ten was two
And red was blue,
So he failed math and art.

"Stop, stop!" you cry, feeling quite hazy.
"You write cuz you're bored and you're lazy.
Your poems don't make sense
And are really quite dense."
I say, "Guess I'm just kind of crazy!"

[7doubles]

did you see the men
who looked like them
did they pretend to be your friend
were they everything you'ld hope they'ld be
or just a disapointment
was it worth all the excitement
.....i guess it had its moments

"vaudvilla"

[Dragon]

the hamster is singing.....MAKE IT STOP!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!

The hamster sings erratically
My head spins 'round fanatically
yearning to crash it
or burn it and bash it
'cause it really sings quite crapilly!

[Kailita]

Hehehe...

That was great, D.

:D

[Dragon]

heheh, thanx, my inspiration for that one was this singing/dancing hamster we have that mom set off right when I waas trying to think of something to write about

[Kailita]

Ohhh, the singing hamster things! :D Those things are so funny...

What does your hamster sing?

[Dragon]

kung fu fighting.....its dressed in a karate gi and has a morning star in one hand...

[Kailita]

*Giggles*

My brother has one that sings Blue Moon...

[Dragon]

u have a bro? i thought u were an only child....hmmm...:confused: :eek: :rolleyes: :D :cool:

[Kailita]

Only child?? Me?? Psh.

I have three brothers. :rolleyes::p:o And quite the handful, they are.

[YayGollum]

Ack! Poetry, people! I'll go find that Gollum Fan Club website with all of the cool Gollum poetry sometime.

[Dragon]

yay wants us to recite,
whilst its chatting we want to write
should we scold him for interupting,
or praise him for keeping-people-in-line-upting?

hahahahaha!!!!:D :D :cool: :rolleyes: :D :D :eek: :D

[Mindy_O_Lluin]

Our true-blue hungry Frodo dude,
Tromps through Mordor without food.
Within his mind a donut looms.
"I will not throw it in Mt. Doom!"
:p

[Kailita]

Keeping-people-in-line-upting...? :rolleyes:

I heart you, D. ;)

Cheers for our rising poet, Mindy! :D She's contributed some good ones.

*Wishes she could contribute more...but can't come up with good poems just like...* *snaps* *...that.* :(

Bring us some good Gollum poetry, Yay! :)

[YayGollum]

Here ya go. Watch out. Some are sad.

Dedicated to Gollum

Gollum was a friendly guy.
He lived beneath the ground.
He feared the sun up in the sky.
And liked to travel all around.

He had just one favorite thing.
That he wore upon his hand.
Only a trinket, just a ring.
It was prized in all the land.

One day he lost it in the dark.
And he swore to find it soon.
In Mordor he left his mark.
His precious ring would be his doom.

~Courtney


I looked across a river fair
And my heart began to despair.
Across from me a creature stood
Crouching beneath a dark wood.
His eyes were wild with a hidden lust
"It was stolen from us, and we must
Find it before He gets it first."
Then I knew the creature was cursed,
But by what I could not think.
I dared not go near him for he seemed
Capable of doing harm, though I could
Nearly see through his withered frame.
And I grew chill as he went away,
Forever calling "Precious, My Precious!"

~Nimawae's Hope


music fills the hall...

My precious oh precious
Oh where have you gone
I look on my hand
But find you are gone

Long long ago
While wandering free
The day that I found you
My heart filled filled with glee

I saw how you sparkeled
In sun and in rain
But though I have loved you,
You give only pain.

When lost in the darkness
Away in the deep
With you I would wander
And crawling I'd creep.

Away from the sunshine
I always would go
For you were all the light
I needed to know.

But precious my precious
You were taken from me
And from my safe caverns
I now have to flee

I'll search for you always
Through sunshine and rain
For just seeing you
Is worth all the pain.

(music slowly fades)

~Courtney

Precious

T'was Smeagol who found the Ring
and gazed in wonder at the
sight of the thing
Then it was greed crept into
his gaze
And poor, dear Smeagol
entered into a craze
that which would rule him
for uncounted years
through fear, madness
and tears
He could not let go,
t'was the Ring he obeyed
til Smeagol was gone
in his place Gollum was made.
In the dark Gollum's eyes shone
In the dark wandered he,
hungry, alone
til one day at terrible cost
for Gollum, the Ring was lost
so began a dreadful search
he pitiable, starving, crossing
over the Earth
following the call of the One Ring
Gollum forever a slave to the thing.
To the end he adored it,
dancing above the pyre
to the end he would take it,
down into the fire.
"Preciousssssssss..........!"

~Luna

First Anti-Gollum Poem

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I think Gollum stinks,
So what's wrong with you?


There was a young Hobbit named Smeagol
Who some people percieve as evil
When blessed with a ring
He did bad things
Most of them were slightly illegal

~Mormegil

I'm sorry, Gollum!

Gollum was poor little fellow,
The little guy was always so mellow,
If only someone told him 'bout the Ring,
That it was a nasssssty, nasssty thing!
I wish I had been there, to save him in time!
That's why I'm writting this rap, or rhyme
To apoligize for not being there!
apoligize cuz I couldn't help him outta that snare!
Oh well, there's nothing left for me to say,
and, yet still, I'm sorry, anyway!

~Valanthe_ILLOTRTM

Smeagol

My love, she's the one I found,
I put her, I hid her underground.
The one, she's the one I needed most,
I kept her, I turned into a ghost.
He came, and took her away, away,
But he'd cheated he lied that day.
She's mine, I'll get her back, I will, I will,
All while my blood flows still, still.


This is, my final leap, leap,
His heir, his son, can't keep, can't keep.
I took them, they escaped her hive, hive,
He's gonna throw her in, gonna burn her alive, alive.
Gotta stop them, got to get her back again, again,
Gotta stop them, can't let him throw her in, in,
He wants her, he just can't stand, stand,
He needs her, he took her by the hand, hand.


If I go now, I could have her once more,
Bite off his finger, settle the score.
He's screaming, he's in pain,
At last, she's mine again.
I got her, I got her back,
But I'm fallin', we're fallin' in, into the crack.
I'm happy, while the flames lick my skin,
My precious, we're together again.

~Legoman

[Dragon]

*gasp!*

how could *gasp!* yay post a *gasp!* anti-gollum poem?!?!?!

none are by u, yay?

heheh, donuts:rolleyes: :D that was genius:rolleyes: :D

*is hearted very much*

*wonders what for.....making-up-word-ishness?* :rolleyes: :D :D :rolleyes:

[YayGollum]

Well, it's not like I wrote the anti-Gollum poem. Besides, it points out that there's something wrong with the person for the thinking that. oh well. No, none are by me. I'm not good at poetry. Anyone can make a haiku, though.

[Dragon]

u dont have to be good at poetry to have fun w/ it...

[YayGollum]

Yes, you do. You want people to praise you and talk about what great bookses you could write so you could get lots of money, right? :confused: Why else would anyone write poetry? :D

[Dragon]

because its funny:rolleyes: do the word/s "keeping-people-in-line-upting" sound like they are of any literary value to you?

[YayGollum]

Not by themselves. But in a poem all about me, of course they're great! Crazy lady! It doesn't matter how beautiful the words are. What does matter is that even one person is around to praise them.

[Kailita]

Originally posted by YayGollum
Not by themselves. But in a poem all about me, of course they're great! Crazy lady! It doesn't matter how beautiful the words are. What does matter is that even one person is around to praise them.
Yay...tsk, tsk. I assume you're being sarcastic. Praise is nice, but it won't last, and it certainly isn't as valuable as the beautiful words. :p

Okay...here's a poem that I wrote. It's sort of aimed towards non-Outcasted girls. Those people annoy me...but they make me sad, too. They're missing out on a lot. So here it is. I don't know how good it is, but that's okay. I'm sure Yay will let me know if it's horrible. :rolleyes:;)


So you think you're cute.
All right.
Where's your soul?
I see your platinum hair.
I see those globs of paint on your face.
That's not what I'm looking for.
Where's your soul?
Behind that painted face, who are you?
You're not the princess you want to be.
You're not an angel,
A goddess,
A diva.
And you know that, don't you?
So why are you trying to hide
In that skirt three sizes too small?
That's not going to hide much anyway.
Where's your soul?
I know you've got to have one somewhere.
Why bury it under all these outward conformities?
I bet you have a pretty one.
That's what you should be flaunting.
These guys, these trends, they come and go,
But you'll have this soul forever.
You'll lose your looks with time,
But you can never lose your soul.
And you know, if he's really worth it,
He'll like you just as much in jeans.

;)

[YayGollum]

I wasn't being sarcastic. The words aren't worth much if noone's around to read them. Anyways, no, I don't see anything wrong with that poem. It reminds me of the Official Outcast Poem. Very nice.

[Dragon]

ooh, niceness:D very goodie!! those are the sort of people I call "bottle-heads" :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :D :D haha!!! I have too much fun laughing at my own jokes:rolleyes:

yay, if you write them, you're around to read them....but it is nice to get praise, but there are people here who will undoubtably find something good about anything you write, this guild is about defending the little guy, right:rolleyes: :D

[Kailita]

Bottle-heads...hehehe...*joins with D in laughing at her own joke* :rolleyes::D

Wow, I wrote an Official Outcast Poem without knowing it? Cheers for me! :D Now I feel special...*hugs herself*

Yay, exactly what D said ---> If you write it, you're around to read it. :rolleyes: Poetry, for me, is not so much about outer praise but it's all focused around inner things. If nobody sees it but you, that's okay. It's about getting out your thoughts and feelings, even if you're the only one who will understand it. Oh crackers. No use explaining that to Yay. With him, everything's about praise and adoration, right? :rolleyes:;)

[YayGollum]

Right. Who needs to get thoughts and feelings out of something? Not a huge deal. You don't need poetry for that. just talk. Feelings are supposed to be bottled up inside for forever so you don't look vulnerable, remember? oh well. Why do they count prose as poetry? :rolleyes:

[The-Elf-Herself]

I agree Kai. Some people write their feelings down in journals. I write them out in poems and songs, most of which have been called "scarily deep" by the Yay-person.:rolleyes: There are too many to post here, if you want to have a look at them:

Sunlit Rain (http://www.fictionpress.com/profile.php?userid=347919)

[Dragon]

well, some of my poems & stuuf I feel like showing people and some I dont..... it all depends on the content matter and how it relates to how I'm feeling:rolleyes:

eh, jam, I didn't read any yet because choices intimidate me:rolleyes: and I have homework, but WORRY NOT!!!! I'll get around to it eventually:rolleyes:

*procrastinates*

[Kailita]

Whoa...

Jamish, you're a poet! Do you play an instrument? Because you could really turn some of those into songs...really good songs!

Most of my poems are...I think they're called "expository"...but I'm not sure. They're like my one-sided conversations to people or to God (a lot of times the second). But I do have some that rhyme. I always surprise myself with those, because when I start out I think that there's no way I can get out everything I want to say and manage to rhyme it all at the same time. But usually I pull it off. :)

[The-Elf-Herself]

*blushes* Um, okay, thanks. Yeah, I do playing an instrument. Unfortunately, it's the flute, so it's not like I can use it as accompianment. Oh well, I've still picked out melodies for the songs. Right now I'm trying to convince my brother to lend me his guitar so I can teach myself to play(he never uses the darn thing anyways). So far no luck in that.

Your stuff sounds cool Kai! I'd love to read some of it. Yeah, I know what you mean. Half the stuff I write just comes out and later I'll realize I've been writing close to perfect meter without trying. Crazy.

[Dragon]

5 words for you;

deep

:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :D :D :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :D :D

[Dragon]

I know double posting is bad, but this is ....well.....later:rolleyes:

I have to add a stanza-ish thing to a poem I wrote so I can read it at graduation

uh....here it is...


Dancing on the Beach
Life,
A dance through time,
Through riddle and rhyme,
A performance seen by all who watch.
Death,
A bow to the crowd,
Leaving you proud,
As roses are thrown at your feet.
Space,
The stage for your dance,
Where you leap and prance,
Showing your skills to the world.
Time,
Sand on the beach,
Within your reach,
But hard to hold onto for long.
Thus,
A dance with the waves,
And a moonlit praise,
From all your loving admirers.



I want to add something about remembering where you're coming from, dancing your best, and some other stuff like that...

[Kailita]

Wow, D, that was good. I love the whole rhyming/unrhyming thing put into different sections...great style. :)

Jam, learn how to play guitar! I'm learning, and it's much funness. :D

[Wonko The Sane]

Tall and stately
Like a pole
Stood those crazy elves of old
Against all evil did they rail
Day in day out to no avail

Until one day they got the news
That Sauron had a ring to use
They thought it wise to kill and maim
Poor Sauron with their army lame

And so they stole his precious ring
Just to lose the silly thing
If I were asked I would've said
Ignore the demon and go to bed

He may be evil but you're just dumb
To go right out and lose The One
You might as well have let it be
Even if you'd not be free

For what is freedom anyway?
If all you elves just sail away?

[Kailita]

*Laughs and laughs* That's great, Wonks...very clever. I hope Yay sees that one. ;)

[The-Elf-Herself]

Oh my gosh...*Is speechless with laughter* That is really great Wonks, I..*goes off into another peal of laughter* That is to say, it's super.:D

[Dragon]

hehehehhahahahahah!!!!!

very good! lol, cracking me upping!!!!

ooh, I have the part I added 4 2 say at graduation, I dont think its as good as the other part, but I'll let you guys decide...


So,
Do your very best,
Put life to the test,
Show them you're better than most.
If,
You make a mistake,
Keep a smile on your face,
Bounce back with an excellent move.
Try,
Not to forget,
The places you've been,
But dont limit yourself to that.
Please,
Remember us,
The people you trust,
Your partners and friends in life.
Always,
Remember your past,
Make your steps last,
Sink your toes into the sand.


ooh, and 4 graduation, I'm also reading somthing from LOTR, this;

the road goes ever on and on,
down frome the door where it began,
now far ahead the road has gone,
and I must follow if I can,
pursuing it with eager feet,
until it meets some larger way,
where many paths and errands meet,
and wither then? I cannot say

[Kailita]

Sounds good to me, D. :) Are you graduating from...8th grade? Into highschool?

[Wonko The Sane]

Yay! Thanks for the compliments. :) I wrote this one about a friend.

A friend who is being mean lately

His name is John
And he's a prick
He's not a merm
he is a d**k

He pretends
to try and help
But all he does
is laugh and yelp

He has no morals
and no brain
he's likely in it
just for gain

and furthermore
he's not too nice
I cry and he hits me
Thrice

[YayGollum]

You could have just edited that first post of yours to stick that second post in there. oh well. I like the first part of that poem better than the second part. I don't see what was so funny about that elf thing. I thought it was very fitting. Except for the part about blaming the elves for the losing of the One Ring, but oh well. If it makes them look bad, that's just great. :D Anyways, from the craziness I read in that last little poem, I gots to wonder why you'd consider the person to be some kind of friend type person.

[Wonko The Sane]

What do you mean joining the posts?

Hehe. The elf thing was supposed to be meant as a joke, but I guess if you hate elves it could be serious.

And I didn't necessarily blame them for losing The One Ring, but if they hadn't cared so much then the Numenoreans wouldn't have had a large enough force to challenge Sauron and then Isildur couldn't have gotten the ring and lost it later on....

Anyway, I like Elves so it was a joke.

And the poem...um...I don't know why he's a friend. He's a jerk and a friend at the same time.
Our relationship is to argue with eachother all the time.
I was having a crisis and he was being a prick so I wrote him that poem.
He doesn't really hit me. That would be way too stupid. I wouldn't let him.
Though he does carry a gun.

He's a scary guy. You're right. I don't know why I'm friends with him.

He's not a merm.

[YayGollum]

Whoops! I should use these little names you people have made up for yourselves more often, shouldn't I? oh well. I was talking to the evil Dragon when I was talking about combining postses. Anyways, yes, I guessed that the elf thing was supposed to be funny. It's nice when you take it seriously, though. Also, sure, I have plenty of people that I might feel like calling friendses every now and then that are mostly around to argue with. But then, that's usually fun for us. Whoops!

[Wonko The Sane]

I guess I'm too harsh on it.
He's not nice.
And he's not a merm.

But he's still my friend.

[Dragon]

um....what's a merm?


yay; I'm evil, I'm crazy, :rolleyes: you should just put lots of things in your siggy taht say that everyone besides you is evil and crasy and to just ignore everything you say except your no. 1 rule, because you just enjoy being contradictory:rolleyes:

, eh, I didn't feel like it, I dont combine posts after a day has gone by:rolleyes:

[YayGollum]

Got it. But then, I don't think that everyone but me is crazy and evil. I happen to know that pretty much everone has a little bit of each in them. Anyways, I'm thinking that I believe pretty much all of the stuff I'm saying when I'm being contradictory. If I don't, I think I'd say so. oh well. just because it's fun doesn't mean I don't believe it. Let me see here. Ack! Poetry! Go!

[Kailita]

I did not write this, but I thought it might be appreciated here, since this is the Guild of Outcasts. It's for us! :D The kids who are different...

Here's to the kids who are different
The kids who don't always get A's
The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers
And noses that go on for days

Here's to the kids who are different
The kids they call crazy or dumb
The kids who don't fit with the guts and the grit
Who dance to a different drum

Here's to the kids who are different
The kids with the mischevious streak
For when they have grown, as history's shown
It's their differences that make them unique

:)

[Dragon]

ack! I've seen that b4!! my mom has that posted up in her classroom, huzzah 4 that!!!:D :D :D :D

[Kailita]

My 8th grade teacher had us memorize it. I liked it. Very Outcasty. :)

[Dragon]

sounds like a cool teacher:D I want teachers like that:D

hmmm.... I haven't written any poetry latelly, but I have written prose....is that ok?:confused:

[Kailita]

Prose = poetry, in my book at least. :D Poetry = anything with beautiful language...that's a rough definition, anyway. Put it up, whatever you have! :)

[Dragon]

the suns requiem
in the moonlit garden
foliage hides the moons sweet face
droplets of rain
reflect starlight
ages past
a happy memory
to one so lost

[Kailita]

Ooh...:eek:

*Sits in awe*

That was lovely, D. Paints a beautiful picture...(Is it a real place? Or just somewhere out of your mind?) Requiem is a cool word...:D

[Dragon]

mind.I love requiem, sorta morbid meaning, but sounds beautiful

prose is just so much easier than poetry, sometimes, if I really try, I can come out w/ all complex rythyms that give taht much more feeling....sorta like edgar allen poe....but......his stuff is creepy....

[The-Elf-Herself]

That is a really nice little poem Dragon. Okay, everyone go and see Jam's latest song. She worked really hard on it, she knows it's written as if about someone else but that's only because she doesn't want some people who read her stuff to know it's really about her. She's even talking in the third person right now, because it's just something she felt like doing. Anyways, read the song. Remember, it's really about Jam, she just didn't want to put it that way. Thanks.

In Me (http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1341501)

[Dragon]

that was cool, jam, it doesn't follow a normal beat, but it definently(sp?) has one even if it is wacky. I like (from what I can tell) what it's about, you're really good at describing the feelings of that sorta stuff:)

[Kailita]

Whoa. Yes, Jam, even if you hadn't have specified that it was about you, I would have known it anyway.

All that she is
you cannot accept
an enigma to the world
always moving through life
in damning isolation
precious to her soul

That definitely sounded like you. It sounds like you have a love-hate relationship with the separation that you call down on yourself. That comes across especially strongly in that bridge, when you use damning and precious to describe the same thing. Is it hard, struggling through life without people really understanding you? Or would it just seem damning to other people and you really don't mind it at all?

(Hope that made at least a little sense...:rolleyes: )

[The-Elf-Herself]

No, I understood you. It's hard, a lot of the time, but at the same time I couldn't imagine living any other way. I mean, I know that pretty much everyone I've told about how I really am thinks that they would never be able to handle it, but I don't have a choice, so I do. It's just difficult when I have to force reactions to ease people's minds. Like when my mouse died, if no one had been there I would have just gone really impassive, disposed of the body, and dealt with it through writing. As it was, I made sure to cry so my Dad(who's really emotional) wouldn't think me heartless(I can cry on command, comes from suppressing emotions), and acted in a way that made sense to him, even though it wasn't what I really felt like doing. Then later I wrote some new songs that actually helped me. Ah, c'est la vie. Such is life. I have a very very very hard time trusting ANYONE with what I'm really like, so even here this is only one side of me, but at least you guys know that much, most people are oblivious, like I said in my song.

[Kailita]

To some extent, I understand what you're talking about, but I think that would be suffocating for me. Having to hold it all inside. Is there anyone in the whole wide world who knows every single aspect of you? You and your brother are really close, right?

In my family, my mom is the one who always cries. I have no problem with that...in fact, I wish I could cry more easily, like her...the only time it bothers me is when she expects me to cry about things that I can't cry about. She doesn't understand my inability to produce salt water from my eyes. :rolleyes: I wish I could force tears (how do you do that, Jam?). She doesn't realize, even though I've tried to explain it, that even though I really feel like crying and I really wish that I could, I just can't. The hollowness is hard to explain to someone who hasn't experienced it. She cries about what is hurting her, and then she's able to move on. But I carry around this heavy emptiness inside of me and can't find any physical outlet to get rid of it. I envy her. Crying on the inside hurts so much more than crying on the outside.

[Rhiannon]

Tsh, I keep missing this thread when I check stuff...

So randomly looking through old files and finding my 'poetry' *wince*

Walls of Glass, Tears of Rain

I am sitting on a bench. It is ice cold.
There is rain pouring down around me...rain-tears falling from the sky.
I sit in a room of glass...walls of glass tears surround me.
I am alone, with the world around me...all around, beyond the walls of rain.
Rain tears, falling from the sky.
So gray, the sky, so quiet, the tears that fall, the sheets of glass.
Silencing the world. Peace. They cry so softly.
The world hurts, the sky cries. Crying rain-tears of glass...
I am cold. Glass walls, keep me safe, rain-tears from the gray sky.
Shield me. Shield me from the world.

I am safe behind the walls of glass.
The sky's tears protect me.
The earth weeps.

Mm. I used to really like that. Now I don't. I still really like this one, though;

Fairy Tales

If you walk far enough into the woods,
You might find a castle.
Don't bother to knock,
No one will answer.
Just go in,
Close the door behind you.
Be polite to everything,
Even if it doesn't move.
Walk through the castle,
Until you come to either
A sleeping princess
A magic door
Or a beast
Do what you can for each,
Take no reward,
Eat nothing.
And when you walk home again,
Do it at twilight
Or do it at dawn
And then you will still believe
In what you saw.
And you will never walk far enough into the woods again.
Unless, of course, you mean

And this one...well, it Is.

The End

the book in my hands
is almost over.
Please, I beg
don’t end. Do not
leave me alone
again. But
the pages turn,
the story is over
and I sigh
as I close the book.

And now back to your regularly scheduled program...

[The-Elf-Herself]

Originally posted by Kailita
To some extent, I understand what you're talking about, but I think that would be suffocating for me. Having to hold it all inside. Is there anyone in the whole wide world who knows every single aspect of you? You and your brother are really close, right?

Well, if I didn't have music to listen to and writing, it would be suffocating. One of the reasons I have some many different types of music and why I choose much of it based on the lyrics is that it can release all my emotions for me, without me needing to show any signs physically. Yeah, we're really close, but even he doesn't know every single aspect of me, just as I don't know every single aspect of him. We each have inner cores that don't like to be disturbed. I'm not sure I could really trust anyone that much(except God :rolleyes: ). Guess that's another reason I'm very sure I'm never going to fall in love, because I would have to find someone that I trusted that much, more than my best friend/brother. The probabilities for that are definitely slim, thinner than paper.


In my family, my mom is the one who always cries. I have no problem with that...in fact, I wish I could cry more easily, like her...the only time it bothers me is when she expects me to cry about things that I can't cry about. She doesn't understand my inability to produce salt water from my eyes. :rolleyes: I wish I could force tears (how do you do that, Jam?).

Wow, see my Mom is the stolid, solid, down to earth type. It's my Dad who's emotional. She also hides most of her emotions, so she perfectly understands my need for music, since she uses it the same way. My Dad's like you Mom, that's why I have to fake emotional shows that I really don't feel. It's easy to force tears, you just store up grief and then tap into it when you need the waterworks. Actually, I do the same thing for most things that provoke a strong emotional response: store the grief, distill it, tuck it away, and then bring it out when I need it to write about. Works beautifully.


She doesn't realize, even though I've tried to explain it, that even though I really feel like crying and I really wish that I could, I just can't. The hollowness is hard to explain to someone who hasn't experienced it. She cries about what is hurting her, and then she's able to move on. But I carry around this heavy emptiness inside of me and can't find any physical outlet to get rid of it. I envy her. Crying on the inside hurts so much more than crying on the outside.

Hmmm. I agree. I've done that, when I distill things. Sometimes I can't eat, it's hard to sleep, hard to focus on anything but the void. That's why I write. I recommend writing to you Kai, it's a wonderful way to express your emotions that you can't any other way.

[The-Elf-Herself]

Yes, I'm evilly double posting.

Your first poem is very expressive, not going to rip it apart the way I do so many, since it's just a nice quiet reflective sort that's above those things.

The third is the way I felt at the end of ROTK. I just kept checking the page length and saying 'no! You can't end on me like this!"

[Kailita]

*Gasp* :eek:...it's okay, Jam, we forgive you. ;)

Rhi, you write like I do, at least when it comes to poetry - expository, I think it's called. It's like writing a story and just putting it to verse like a poem. I related very well to The End. Coming to the end of a good book is absolute horror. My friend likes to brag that she gets through 500 page books in two days, but I'm not like that. I probably could read that fast, but I purposefully make myself wait and pace myself when it comes to reading, trying not to cram too much into one day...because then the book is finished in less than a week, and I'm left craving more! Agh...

Originally posted by Jam
Well, if I didn't have music to listen to and writing, it would be suffocating. One of the reasons I have some many different types of music and why I choose much of it based on the lyrics is that it can release all my emotions for me, without me needing to show any signs physically.
Music is incredibly powerful. I use it as an outlet, too. My biggest problem is finding the exact song/type of music that expresses my mood best.

Originally posted by Jam
I'm not sure I could really trust anyone that much(except God). Guess that's another reason I'm very sure I'm never going to fall in love, because I would have to find someone that I trusted that much, more than my best friend/brother. The probabilities for that are definitely slim, thinner than paper.
That's why I'm thoroughly convinced that you'll find a person like that someday...someone who complete understands everything that you reveal to him and someone who you feel safe telling everything about yourself to...and then there'll be no question in your mind that you're supposed to marry that guy. It'll happen, I'm sure of it.

Another one from Jam
It's easy to force tears, you just store up grief and then tap into it when you need the waterworks. Actually, I do the same thing for most things that provoke a strong emotional response: store the grief, distill it, tuck it away, and then bring it out when I need it to write about. Works beautifully.
I understand the concept of that...in theory it makes sense...but I don't think I could pull it off physically, for myself at least.

And yet another one from Jam
Sometimes I can't eat, it's hard to sleep, hard to focus on anything but the void. That's why I write. I recommend writing to you Kai, it's a wonderful way to express your emotions that you can't any other way.
Exactly...that's exactly it. Can't eat, can't sleep, can't think about anything else, my heart contracts, my stomach becomes this empty pit...it's beyond just emotional, it becomes a physical feeling. And I write, also, to help relieve it...or...relieve isn't even the right word...express is the word I'm looking for, I guess. And through expressing it, I relieve the pain a little bit. The hardest part is when I can't even find the right words to write. I go to poetry a lot to alleviate all those suppressed feelings, but I think I express myself better in my journal, where it's just raw feelings and sporadic emotions. I'm able to be clear and concise and analytical, and that helps.

Yes. I want to share some of my darker poems with you guys...my empty poems. But I won't double post, and this post is long enough already, so I'll put them in later. :rolleyes:;)

[The-Elf-Herself]

Music is incredibly powerful. I use it as an outlet, too. My biggest problem is finding the exact song/type of music that expresses my mood best.


Yeah, that can be tricky. Right now my mood is a mixture of Evanescence, Matchbox Twenty, and Irish Celtic, with a splash of Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, if that makes any sense.:rolleyes:

That's why I'm thoroughly convinced that you'll find a person like that someday...someone who complete understands everything that you reveal to him and someone who you feel safe telling everything about yourself to...and then there'll be no question in your mind that you're supposed to marry that guy. It'll happen, I'm sure of it.


Aw, well that's sweet.;) My best friend(the one I'm NOT related to), says the same thing. The only thing she disapproves of is that if I get married, I plan on eloping. She's very much a traditionalist. :D

Yes. I want to share some of my darker poems with you guys...my empty poems. But I won't double post, and this post is long enough already, so I'll put them in later.

Oh do, do! I've written my fair share of ansty songs, so much that my brother said he wouldn't proofread them anymore, because they made him depressed. Now I'm experimenting with other styles, for a change of pace.

[Kailita]

Originally posted by The-Elf-Herself
Yeah, that can be tricky. Right now my mood is a mixture of Evanescence, Matchbox Twenty, and Irish Celtic, with a splash of Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, if that makes any sense.
Heh, actually I think it does. My mood is currently Switchfootish...specifically The Beautiful Letdown...but that's only because I just got that cd yesterday and have been listening to it nonstop. :rolleyes:

Jam again
Aw, well that's sweet. My best friend(the one I'm NOT related to), says the same thing. The only thing she disapproves of is that if I get married, I plan on eloping. She's very much a traditionalist.
Okay...I know this is way off topic, but I just have to ask: why elope...?

Last one by Jam this post, I promise...
Oh do, do! I've written my fair share of ansty songs, so much that my brother said he wouldn't proofread them anymore, because they made him depressed. Now I'm experimenting with other styles, for a change of pace.
Aiieee...once I get into a groove of angst, it takes me forever to get out of it...I can't just decide, I'm tired of being depressed, let's try something else now. I'm just stuck there until I listen to something hopeful, usually Switchfoot or something to put everything back in perspective. It can't just be a mindlessly cheery ditty just to make me smile...it has to be serious about looking for joy, like Dare You to Move. Something that challenges me to get a grip and pull myself out of despair.

Okay. I'm going to try to keep my deathly depressing ones out of here, but here is one that I wrote early Mayish, inspired mainly by my friends leaving and my frustration at not being able to do anything about it. I had been trying to write a poem about it for a long time, but I could never find the right words. Then one morning I literally woke up and found the words right there in my head, fully formed. I grabbed a paper and wrote down all of it that was floating in my mind, and it turned out as a rhyming poem, which is really strange because that hardly ever happens to me. Anyway, here it is:

Time
He sits upon a golden case
Apathetic is his face
Here you know there is no grace
Only power, harsh and strong

He doesn't hear your cries and pleas
He'll leave you with just memories
A constant cycle, no release
That lasts your whole life long

You cannot stop him, though you try
In vain are all your tears and sighs
You've only time to say goodbye
One moment, then it's gone

So hug the ones that you hold close
If you love them, let them know
Hold them tight, then let them go
As Time ticks ever on and on

[Rhiannon]

Ooh, Kaia, I really like that.

My mood recently has been Mozart's Magic Flute (opera!), Tschaikosvky's piano concertos, and 70/80s rock- I love Styx. Unfortunately my brother took the CD away with him. Bah.

[The-Elf-Herself]

Very very nice Kai! :) About the eloping, well, I've always wanted to have a small wedding, but I really couldn't, I mean I'd feel really bad about leaving my relatives out(I have a HUGE extended family), but then including my friends. And I NEVER liked the idea of walking down a long aisle, with everyone staring at me and all that huge formal stuff, some weddings tend to feel not quite so joyous when everything's big and solemn. Eloping is the only way, saves all the trouble. I'm not talking about Vegas stuff either, it's called driving up to the ocean, getting a local minister or JoP and getting married that way.

[Kailita]

Gotta have an ocean wedding, yes. Well, if you say the eloping thing will work, Jam, I'm sure it will. :rolleyes::)

Here's one of my expository poems...like the telling of a story in verse, sort of. It doesn't rhyme. But the whole situation happened exactly the way it's told (the girl mentioned is me, obviously). It was pretty strange, because I didn't add anything just for effect (the gray sky, the crows, etc.), though I personified some inanimate objects...but I put it down exactly the way it happened. It upset me so much that I had to write about it. Yeah. Anyway, I'll stop confusing you now and actually put down the poem. It's pretty long.

Tatters
It was a safe Haven
A place of beauty
A place of peace
A place of joyful innocence
Where stalks of wheat and wild grass towered high
And butterflies laughed and fluttered
Over the buds of pink and yellow
And mockingbirds called and sang their cheerful chorus
As they sailed through the cerulean sky
Crystalline, untainted by clouds
This was her sanctuary
Her escape
In times of smiles
In times of tears
It was her shelter from the world
A place all her own
Where time stood still

But not today

She tramps through the undergrowth
The crackling of dry grass beneath her feet
The wind at her back
Tugging her thick hair forward into her face
And she lifts her eyes up
The sky is hidden by a quilt of cloud
Stretching across the clear air as a muffler of gray
Stifling the breath of the earth
But on she strides

She reaches the coupled trees, strong and tall
Their long vines reaching for the ground
Blocking the view of the Haven
Which she knows lies beyond them
But she pauses
Something is wrong
The shadow of apprehension clutches at her heart
Reaches for her soul
She steps forward
And runs
Thrusts the vines aside
And freezes again
Her eyes stunned as she slowly sinks to her knees

Her refuge is corrupted, bare
Gone are the lofty stalks
The tiny buds
That once surrounded the narrow path
Mercilessly hacked away, stubs are all that remain
Flat and endless, the field is scant
Open and exposed
Sullen nothingness
The imposing clouds darken and close their suffocating hold
Choking and repressing the imprisoned blue above
And all that was secure, shielded and apart
Is openly gashed and vulnerable
The butterflies are no more
The only things that live are the crows
Mocking the fallen grace of the Haven
With their harsh cries and squabbling
Their dusky wings melting into the dreary sky

But...who?
And why?
WHY...?

Her eyes, misted with tears, search for a trace of an answer
And there it is
Looming where a wild bush once flourished
Massive, contemptuous, and proud
Dingy and cold, like the crows and the clouds
A wooden structure with wiring
A telephone pole where the shrubs should be
The only thing standing for yards

Her tears grow cold with anger
Her face burns with fury
A disgust fills her at the injustice
That this apathetic tower should stand
When her pure, beautiful Haven is left in shards

Rising, she turns away, a fog of indifference suspended over her
Nothing is forever protected from the arrogance of the world
And time must always begin again

[Rhiannon]

I want a garden wedding, but if I had it in a botanical gardens somewhere, I'd be too afraid of having strangers gawking. I need to make friends with someone with a really awesome garden...

Kaia, I loved that. Very evocative of emotion.

[The-Elf-Herself]

A very powerful, well worded, and extremely good poem Kai. You should post it or, can I at least post it on my website? I'll give you credit.

[Arathin]

Muahahahaha!!! I have found the GOO poetry thread... nothing is safe now!!! btw, kali very beautiful. I can truely relate to that type of experience.

Nature By Arathin

I stand on a hill,
Looking all around.
The sky above,
The grass below.
Green trees tower,
White clouds float.
Infinite beauty,
Eternal splender.
The wind blows strong,
Whipping my hair.
Nearby a happy brook,
Babels and dances.
The sun makes all glow,
As it runs its course.
The end of day runs nai,
Night will soon close in.
And then on night's mystic,
I will gaze and look.
Nature is my obession,
Nature is my life.

[Arathin]

Sorry couldn't help myself... This one I wrote after it rained one day. I went for a walk and there was this drop of water hanging from a tree branch. So I caught it on the tip of my finger and stared into it. This is what I saw and thought.

Drop of Water By Arathin

To see a world in a drop of water,
Is quite sublime and unique.
I do look through it and see,
A world the opposite of our own.
Up is down and down is up,
But can I tell which world is true.
Which world came first,
Which world is the one we are in.
Are we up or are we down?
Can we ever know the answer?
I do look through it,
To ages long ago past.
I see the world covered in water,
I see small creatures crawling on the land.
Is this our past or another world's?
Did this drop travel through time or space?
It came here to show us here and now,
The past of a world, ours or some others.
We are to learn a lesson from this drop,
To persevere in all the great feats thrown at us.
It is a profound experience,
To see a world in a drop of water.

[Dragon]

muahahahaha!!!!! look what I have done! I have unleashed a monster!!!!!

heheh, I got her to leave the "first thread", I'm so proud of myself!!!!!

[Kailita]

Welcome Arathin! :) And thank you for contributing. Poetry is always very appreciated in the GOO, and we need more in this thread! I especially liked Drop of Water. Very interesting.

Originally posted by Rhiannon
Kaia, I loved that. Very evocative of emotion.
Originally posted by The-Elf-Herself
A very powerful, well worded, and extremely good poem Kai. You should post it or, can I at least post it on my website? I'll give you credit.
Thank you very very much. Jam, please feel free to put it on your website, I'd be honored. You guys make me feel so much more sure of myself, as far as my writing abilities. It really means a lot.

Unfortunately, everything in that poem actually happened, as I said before. It was devastating to me. I had loved that place so much, and people totally demolished it to make room for that horrid telephone pole. They wouldn't tear it apart just for that, though...I think they're going to make it a housing area. Which is worse. We're overcrowded as it is, and that Haven was so beautiful and one of the only sanctuaries that I had. But...heh...the funny thing is, it's all growing back way too fast, so the builders can't lay down any foundations. It's making them so frustrated, but I can't help but sit out there and laugh. It's like the field is saying, You can't get rid of me that easily. I should probably write another poem about it. :)

[The-Elf-Herself]

I can? Huzzah! Yeah, you should write another. Those were beautiful. Okay, here's another of mine, wrote when I had writer's block:

Inspiration(Or Lack Thereof)

Staring forlornly
a pencil in hand
at a blank page
trying to search
for something inside

A release
an expression
to be etched out
in frail marks
nothing comes

Where did you go
run to, hide?
did you tire of me?
of all my angst
and strange utterings?

Did you wish to stay
in your quiet peace
in meadows of air
free of demands
free from me?

Did you wish that I
would stay my pen
stay my vivid mind
and let you rest on a
drifting haze of memory?

Please come back
I need these words
safe on a thin page
safe from action
safe from others

Yet continuing to stare
at the bare sheet
gripping my pencil
waiting for your return
to me

Inspiration...

[Arathin]

Thank you, Dragon and Kai. Elf, I also have a poem like that... I must say though I think yours is better than mine... this was in english one day. we were told to write a poem with personification. normally, I can cook out the best poem in the class in two minutes, but I was having trouble that day...

The Page
By Arathin

I sit and stare,
In amaze and terror.
This blank sheet me before,
Seems like such a bore.
I think I will never know,
What on this sheet does go.
I look down in terror and amaze,
As this blank page seems to at me gaze.
Wonder and delight
Seem to be its plight.
It just sits and does wink,
At every thought I do think.
So write that down,
Is the clear sound,
That from the page does leak,
But could this page speak?
I think could it be,
Does this page speak to me?
Of course I do,
Write why don’t you?
So I write of this blank page,
That sat blank for an age.
So it sat and thought,
But I don’t know what it sought.
Never more shall be this page blank,
Deep into memory it has sank.
Where shall I be when I next recall,
This unique page’s fall;
From history’s books,
To modern looks.
I sit and stare,
In amaze and terror.
This sheet before me full,
Into security does lull.

[Kailita]

Ohmygoshness, I've had that feeling so many times. One of the best feelings in the world is sitting with a blank page before you and a pen in hand. One of the worst feelings in the world is sitting with a blank page before you and a pen in hand with no idea what to write. But if you discuss that feeling in detail, then there you have a poem, and the page is filled! :D

[Arathin]

That is exactly it, Kai!!! my teacher absolutely loved it, of course... my class all thought I was insane. the looks they gave me when I read that outloud were great because I read it with such feeling and such they all thought I was crazy... well all of them besides my best friend who loved it...

ps. all go check out the short story thread I started please??? read stuff, add stuff, comment on stuff???

[The-Elf-Herself]

Alright Kai, your stuff is on my website. Anything more you'd like to give to me would be appreciated. Your stuff is really good. Also, if you're ever there, check out the stuff of Naraiwen. She's another writing friend of mine that I'm also helping out.

Also, if anyone else here is nervous about posting their stuff on a big writing website, with your permission I'll put it on mine. It gets you used to the idea and more selective exposure to other people. Even if you already post on a big site(like I do), if you still want your stuff there, that's fine, but I only take the 'best' stuff out of the millions of poems that spill out, even from myself. I have over twenty songs on Fictionpress but only five or six are posted on my writing website. Just wanted to offer.

[Arathin]

Well if you feel any of mine merit your site, please feel free to post them on there. I don't mind. Just pm me or something saying that you are using them, so I know, but permission as been granted.

Faith By Arathin

I stand upon a ledge,
Behind is a tall hedge.
All I can do now is leap,
But I cannot see ledge's feet.
Myst covers all below,
Will I fall fast or slow.
Could I float or even fly,
All I ever ask is why.
Now off the ledge I do leap,
Flying toward it's great feet.
Now floating fast and high,
This is life and that is my alaby.

Aerelen By Arathin

I look upon the sea,
And it looks back at me.
I look behind to the shore,
It seems such a bore.
The sea is full with life,
The shore holds only strife.
Into the sea I now go,
To what end I do not know.
Call me Sea-Star, Aerelen,
For none will know where I have been.

[Lomelinde]

what a cool thread! why didn't I see this one earlier?? lol
here's a couple things I've spat out lately...

Thinking of you makes me so weak
I keep counting down the hours
Looking up but nothing to see
Trembling and lacking power

I don't want to write anymore
So I won't look back and know
That loving hurts so much more
Than not letting my feelings show

But I will not take this road
I forsook this life in years past
Struggling to maintain my hold
Knowing that this one will last

Here is where this poem will end
Though my feelings will continue
Wasting away, trying to mend
Incomplete till I can see you

^that one is INCREDIBLY sappy and depressing but I hadn't seen my significant other in a month and I was in a sappy and depressing mood! ...it happens

How can I accept
What was given me
When I can detect
A hole so vast and empty

A piece is missing
That would make it whole
No amount of wishing
Can heal my broken soul

I longed for too much
Imagined with elation
Now I must give up
My gluttonus expectation

Tata clearly forgot
As he tells no lies
Unknowingly begot
My meal with no french fries

^lol, this one has an interesting story. my Tata (my Grandpa) went to BurgerKing to get me dinner one night and forgot the french fries, which are my fav. part of eating fast food. oh well.

[Kailita]

Ooh, Arathin, very mysterious. ;)

Lomelinde, that first one wasn't too sappy. Depressing, probably, but not incredibly sappy. ;) I thought it was good...I can relate. And the second one was just hilarious. :D Very clever.
(Btw, where is your deep thoughts from?)

[The-Elf-Herself]

Okay, here's two poems of mine.
I wrote this one when I was feeling melancholy:

Vague

Steal away into a tree
hide yourself among the leaves
find a friend in mossy vines
then lose them to the test of time

Cower in a shadowed room
pray the storm will end soon
squeeze your life into a ball
what was so great
seems so small

~Moment to moment
slowly, so slowly
in circles of sunlight
and deepest regret
at what you've become...~

Laugh in tune with gentle stars
yearn to live in lands afar
run ahead to meet your fate
turn aside, is it too late?

~From hour to hour
the clock ticks away
in time with your mind
as you retreat into
lovely false visions...~

slide into an endless dream
dance beneath the bright moonbeams
ride the wind in joyful flight
gliding through the solemn night

hold a thousand silver tears
hoarded times throughout the years
watch them melt away and wake
to see the life that you forsake

~Rising and setting
sun and then moon
another day wasted
slips of sweet reverie
melting away...~

I wrote this one a while ago to go with a story I co-wrote with a friend:

The Clearing

the darkness of midnight
a deep concealing shade
surrounds the clearing
freeing the soul from
the sharp light of the day

bright starshine glows
from the heavens,
peace flows down from
the immense fresco
reassuring her as she waits

shadowy garments
faded from a life wandering
clad the worn and weary shape
she turns and sees the other
as he enters the clearing

a taller figure, face betraying his pain
she lifts up her head,
meeting his eyes with her own gaze
the mirror which hid
her feelings disappears

an eternity passes between them
their hearts laid bare
then he reaches out
and takes her hands
pulling her out of her dark shroud

the serene glade enfolds them
gently concealing
as the dark night
slips by slowly
toward a new dawn

[Kailita]

Oh Jam...

That first one was so sad, but so well-written. Evanescencey. ;) It was wonderful. Dark and yearning and despairing and hopeful all at once. And the second one paints a fairy tale picture and almost seems to symbolize something. When she turns and sees him there, it makes you want to hold your breath...you can feel the anticipation. And everything from that point on is lovely and freeing. Bravo! [/gushing]

[Dragon]

I close my door,
turn out the lights,
and sit next to my window,
half open,
to a world of natural phenomena,
my room,
my world,
is turned upside-down,
in the violet explosions of light,
I can taste the electric discharge,
and the breeze,
rustling all the leaves,
slows to gently caress my cheeks,
and brush over my eyelids,
thunder rumbles carelessly,
filling my ears,
and my mind,
with vibrating awe,
just before the rain starts,
I smell it,
and as the first drops,
are rocketing through the pallid,
sad sky,
I close my window.

[Rhiannon]

D, that's really cool! I likes.

[Dragon]

hmmm........ yes, I finally got all the commas in there

[Kailita]

Ohhh...that is good, D. Great imagery. I can practically smell the rain. :) I do the same thing in my room when it rains! Except I leave the window open even after the rain starts...;)

[Dragon]

well, there's a lot of **** piled up on my bed, so I hafta sleep in my little area next the window (which is covered in stuffed animals, pillows, and a bean bag) and I didn't exactly feel like sleeping on soggy animals

[Wonko The Sane]

I think it's time for more of my humorous, poorly yet cleverly rhymed LOTR based poems that may or may not suit a children's book or the garbage heap....













































Tomorrow. ;) Nighty night everyone. :)

[Rhiannon]

WONKS! You had us all worked up!

[Dragon]

wow. beautiful rhythyms, great rhymes, awesome stuff, wonks;) :D :D :D

[Arathin]

very nice. I was greatly impressed by the rhyming scheme... I must say again very nice. *applauds* :rolleyes:

[Wonko The Sane]

That was not my poem! :mad: :) :D

[The-Elf-Herself]

REALLY? NOOOOOOOO! And here I thought that was the best poem since some idiot band copyrighted two minutes of silence and called it a song. :p :rolleyes: *sniffs*

[Dragon]

~*gasp!*~:eek:

r u sure? it just had that wonks sorta feel, ya know?:confused: :D ;)

[Wonko The Sane]

Ok...first let me just say that

I think it's time for more of my humorous, poorly yet cleverly rhymed LOTR based poems that may or may not suit a children's book or the garbage heap....













































Tomorrow. Nighty night everyone.

IS NOT A POEM!

THIS is a poem! :)

There once was a man named Abu
Who had a great fear of "I do"
When ask to object
He stayed silent and wept
And now he is married to Sue.

:)

[Arathin]

lol I liked the first one better...;) :D

[Wonko The Sane]

I give up!

This is my new poem:


[...Aww! Cutie snuffles!...]

[Dragon]

the first one was definently better... prolly the best I've ever read. don't say it's not a poem, it's beautiful. don't degrade yourself!;) :D :D :D

[Wonko The Sane]

OH! MY! GOODNESS!

THIS! IS! INFURIATING!


*throws things on the floor, breaking glass and china*

THERE'S A POEM FOR YOU!


;)

[Dragon]

*throws things on the floor, breaking glass and china*

that was a short one...not as nice as the first
:D :D :D

[Arathin]

definately not quite as good as the first one... I am also sadly disappointed in the lack of rhyming sceme in this second one... *tear* ;)

[The-Elf-Herself]

Okay, here's two songs from the horrible absentee, writing-obsessed, future songstress, Jam!

Tomorrow

Your face is a mask
concealing what's behind
but still you are given away
by the way you mind
slips out through you fingers

Your life is a dream
concealing the confusion
but still it lurks in wait
for you to make a mistake
slips out and then lingers

chorus:
Time seems to slow
for a moment you know
who you are
where to go
then it speeds
far beyond your needs
and the road is flooded
with sorrow

You saw the way in
but you can't find the way out
your thoughts start to spin
shattered from within
where did this pain begin

chorus:
Time ever grows
for a moment you show
who you are
where to go
then it speeds
far beyond your needs
and your heart crashes
into tomorrow

bridge:
you hope this storm will cease
you strive to seek some peace
but you search the vacant ground
where all your troubles were found
instead of looking up

chorus:
Time ever bestows
light to those who know
who they are
where to go
then it speeds
far beyond your needs
let your soul rest
until tomorrow

tomorrow comes...
------------------------------------------------------
Sing Out Loud

He spoke to you
said that you could be
more than this
said that you could go
farther than this

and you believed
you received
those lies with open arms
he said to

Sing out loud
to the crowd
state your name
and make you game
flaunt your soul
to the highest price
sell your dreams
to make it by

You drank the wine
were all that you could be
made the cut
for a moment you were free
to be yourself

and then you fell
from grace
commercial forfeit
and you just

Sang out loud
to the crowd
spoke your name
played your game
sold your soul
to the highest price
screwed your dreams
to make it by

and now you wonder why
that savvy man would lie
and now you start to cry
where did your heart die

Sing out loud
to the crowd
keep your name
stop this game
fold you soul
so deep inside
hold your dreams
reach the sky

-------------------------------------------------
The first one was inspired by my brother for some strange reason and the second I wrote when I was ticked off.

[Kailita]

Gosh Jam, you never cease to amaze me. Those were both excellent and well-written. Bravo! How do you just pump poems out like that? I've got a friend who can do that...he has three notebooks filled with poems...but I can't. I can write sometimes when I'm inspired, but even then it never turns out like a real song -- or rarely, anyway. Those were great. Do they have tunes? I forget...do you play an instrument? Is there anyway you could ever play them?

[Dragon]

I can only come up w/ good poems/prose when i'm depressed. i hate it. especially when i'm really happy, and I wanna write about it, but I just.... can't. it's so annoying. I think maybe the problem is that I don't know how to describe happiness very well, but depression can be compared to so many things....

[The-Elf-Herself]

*squeals happily* Dang, that wasn't very dignified; oh well. I was squealing because you have part of that song I wrote in your signature Kai. :D Thanks for the compliments! Yeah, it just comes out like that: of course, I also study a lot of poetry, prose, and forms of writing as a hobby, so that helps me figure things out, but I never have to think about it, it just seeps out with my thoughts onto paper. Yes, they both have tunes and I'm teaching myself to play keyboard so I can sing them properly.

[Kailita]

Originally posted by The-Elf-Herself
I was squealing because you have part of that song I wrote in your signature Kai.
Yes; I needed to have it somewhere where I would see it continuously, to keep me sane and in reality, instead of down in those "hollows of the night". It helps a lot...I wish you could know just how much that poem means to me, Jam. I'll probably end up moving it to my journal.

I'm a lot similar to D. My best poems come flowing out when I'm utterly and totally depressed. I can usually be inspired by nature, too. But I can't really write good poetry about happy things...or maybe I just haven't tried. I can never think of good subjects when I'm happy. I have a few hopeful poems, but they're more like prayers written in verse.

Keyboard is cool. :) I play piano. And I have a guitar that I want to start learning to play soon. A friend of mine plays, though, and sometimes we write songs together - me on the piano and her on the guitar. It's fun, but it usually takes us a long time to come up with the melodies that we really like and that fit the words. I think the music is the hardest part of a song...

[The-Elf-Herself]

*nods* I'm glad it helped; that's the best reason for writing poetry, when people tell you it means something to them and stuff. Actually, it's the same here; when I'm happy, I just try to enjoy it as much as possible, so I don't have anything to spill over onto paper, but there's plenty of angst to spare. Keep at it girl, you've got something. *wishes Kai could meet her real-life writing buddy* We meet every Tuesday and Thursday to write in the bathroom of the church where our classes are held; it's the 'Freaks in the Bathroom Club' the reason for it's location is that it's the only quiet, undisturbed place in the whole building. She's awesome, but is going through a bit of a dry spell, inspiration-wise. *is still praying that God will send a nice person who's good at music her way* It is definitely the trickiest part. Oh well.

[Kailita]

Originally posted by The-Elf-Herself
We meet every Tuesday and Thursday to write in the bathroom of the church where our classes are held; it's the 'Freaks in the Bathroom Club' the reason for it's location is that it's the only quiet, undisturbed place in the whole building.

:eek::eek::eek: Are you serious, Jam? My friend and I do the SAME THING! Well, we actually do most of the actual composing in the sanctuary, because that's where the piano is...but on youth group nights, we meet at the youth center then head straight to the bathroom together to think and talk where it's quiet, for the same reasons as you guys. That is so crazy! I really would like to meet your friend...I'm bound to bond with anyone who likes to write...:)

[Rhiannon]

the 'Freaks in the Bathroom Club'

That is much too cool for words.

[The-Elf-Herself]

:D We need to have a big meeting with all the members we can scrounge. Hmmm, let's try for the Plaza bathrooms, eh? Very nice.;)

[Kailita]

Yeah...color-coordinated tiles, chrome toilets, and everything. :D

[Arathin]

You approach,
The light around you
Creates a halo.
All I can see is your
Elegant smile.
You nod and answer
The script I have to say.
You give me a smile
That says 'It'll all be ok.'
I grin back
Looking the fool.
Our hands touch
You don't pull away.
I feel the heat rising,
Blushing in my cheeks.
Your smile remains quiet,
Seemingly untouched.
I know the longing in
My young eyes.
I know you see it
With you beautiful eyes.
In your eyes I see
A maturity I long for.
Your hand slips from
Where ours touched.
The light begins to fade,
The halo gone.
Your smile fades as
You walk away.

This is totally written to a total stranger that came through my cashier line at work last night. He was like my ideal guy! and I let him just walk away. *sigh* But this is so to him!

[The-Elf-Herself]

*nods happily* Oh, I like it Arathin; very nicely written, in such a way that I can see the whole scenario in my mind; wonderfully descriptive!

[Kailita]

Gosh Arathin, don't you hate it when that happens? :rolleyes: But it's a good way to find something to write about. I love how some people can just take ordinary situations and make them dramatic and poetic. I wish I had that gift. Nice job! :)

[Arathin]

Why thank you. I tend to do things like that a lot... I have one poem that I wrote after a History test last year... It was all about the troubles I had answering this one question and how hard it was to make my brain work, it was like last class on a friday before vacation I think and it was snowing out... I'll have to see if I can find it for you guys... but I just have way too good of a nack at the 'ordinary situation' poetry. hehe

[The-Elf-Herself]

Okay, here's a goofy(but clean) limerick that a friend and I wrote.

Discovery of Death

My old age was never complete
until one day I walked down the street
I was hit by a bus
and without a fuss
the last thing I saw was my feet

I sat myself up from the floor
I'll admit I was terribly sore
I looked all around
my bones were quite sound
except that my eyesight was poor

I picked myself up off the ground
and began to walk around town
It was then that I knew
that my life was askew
Good grief! No longer earthbound!

[Kailita]

Hey, that's pretty clever, Jam! Oh the joy of limericks...mine are always so cheezy. :rolleyes::D But they're fun to write.

[Rhiannon]

Hey! I like it!

[Arathin]

very clever Jam

This is a style of poetry I came up with last year... it might not be that good because I haven't written anything in it for almost 6 months... but you won't find out what is being described until the end of the poem... so try and guess, even though you get the answer...

Gently do I warm
even as I scorch and burn
I can not always be found
but always am I sought
some creatures I kill
while others grant life
when I start a pattern
I'll stick to it like glue
I melt the snow and ice
I burn the water away
I help grass grow
and suck dirt dry
none know who created me
none, but me, that is
the men of olden day
did once call me
"Sky Lighter,
Earth Scorcher,
Light Giver, and even
Eye Blinder."
Can you guess who I am?
For today I am the Sun.

My other poems in this style rhymed, but this one doesn't because I was recently put on steiroides and got no sleep last night and I am really not thinking straight...

[ely]

I like it. And I did guess right what was it about. And, for me at least, rhymes are not so important in a poem.

Ok, here comes one of mine.

Isolation

Peace and quiet, I need peace and quiet
Away from people, away from crowds
Alone and quiet and in peace
Voices still hear, better without them
Fear that someone might see me
Want it be me, just me, just me
Go away and leave me alone
Oh, leave me alone, I beg
Want to be alone, I need it
I have my thoughts and my dreams
I'll be never alone, that way
Not people but ideas
Not crowds but dreams need I
Alone, alone, alone
I want and I need and I wish
And I know what it feels like
To be alone among others



I felt extremely outcasted while writing it... but I like this poem a lot.

[Arathin]

i like it. i feel that way a lot actually...

[Lomelinde]

I am feeling it all cave in again
Try not to slip because it's too deep to swim
Please help me to find that middle ground
Be my hideaway so that I can't be found
If I try to succeed the censure is constant
But if I roll with it then I'm just flippant
Please let me know how I am to react
I hate how my fears leave such a big impact
I never used to have all of these feelings
So am I growing or just degenerating?
Please help me to find that middle ground
Be my hideaway so that I can't be found
I don't know if I can stand to break again
So I'll let you guard me from what has been

[Kailita]

Oh Ely, I can relate, I can relate! Especially living in a house with three younger brothers. :rolleyes:

Lomelinde, you should contribute your poetry more often! You have some good stuff! :) Deep feelings and rhyme. Very nice. *Is jealous of all the good writers*

[Lomelinde]

Originally posted by Kailita
Lomelinde, you should contribute your poetry more often! You have some good stuff! :) Deep feelings and rhyme. Very nice. *Is jealous of all the good writers*

Why thank you Kailita! I don't much like the stuff I write, otherwise I would post more often...but I'm glad someone can enjoy them! :)

[Dragon]

hmmm........

I had an incredible urge to write today, but I couldn't. I blame it on henry wadsworth longfellow. we were looking at hesperus in english, which I've read b4, and I remember last year they made us rewrite the last 2 quatrains, and I remember I had something really really good, but I couldn't remember waht.

that made me want to write something..... ghosts in particular, but I was actually in a decent mood, and poetry just doesn't work when I'm in a decent mood....

maybe I'll come up w/ something later tonight.....:)

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Dragon
I was actually in a decent mood, and poetry just doesn't work when I'm in a decent mood....
I know how that goes. I write my best stuff when I'm brooding.

Originally posted by Lomelinde
Why thank you Kailita! I don't much like the stuff I write, otherwise I would post more often...but I'm glad someone can enjoy them!
As long as poetry comes straight from your soul, I don't see how it can not be wonderful. Imagery and meter and rhyme take skill and definitely add something to the poem...but really, I don't think a poem can be bad as long as its essence comes from inside you.

That said, I have a poem that I may or may not submit, because I don't think it's very good. :rolleyes: The idea behind it is good...I just don't know how well it's worded. It's also very long. I wish I was better at imagery. Hmm. We'll see.

[Arathin]

I have several like that too... The problem with me is that they are all written down on paper... which would mean scouring my room for them... and like that's going to happen anytime soon!!!

[The-Elf-Herself]

Aw, c'mon Kai, post it up!;) And please empty out your PM box! Speaking of PM's...*goes off to send a few more with a mysterious grin*

[Kailita]

Yay, Jam's back! :) Where've you been, Jamish? PM box is empty now...send away. ;)

I don't know...looking at the poem now...it is really long, heh. :rolleyes:;) It's more like a story in verse without punctuation than a poem. And probably not that good. But you guys are my Outcast family...and I know you won't eat me if I post something stupid. :rolleyes: (Unlike the poetry club at school...oh, I hate them...*rants*) First of all, know that neither of the girls represent me, though I feel a certain kinship to the Ice Girl every now and then. But don't worry, I'm really not as full of despair as she is. And the ending may seem simplistic, but I wanted to prove that it would take very very little to puncture the Ice Girl's shield...just someone going a little bit out of their way to make her feel wanted. I'm going to put it up in a different post, because...well, yeah...it's really long. ;) Don't eat me if it's stupid. :D

[Kailita]

The Ice Girl

She awakes
Open eyes that try so hard
Not to see the hopeless world
That crumbles around her
The unstable whirl of gray
She views through a dingy veil
That she cannot take off
She slips on her normal clothes
Of bitterness, pain, despair
That fit her much too well
Reaches out a slender hand
For the mask of apathy
That will hide her today
She longs to feel something
But fears more disappointment
Another wave of broken dreams

Her parents are fighting again
Their words of acid stain her soul
She reaches for her headphones
For one instant, her eyes overflow
With her ache to feel, to hope, to love
The headphones slide on
The voices fade out
Her eyes go dead, indifferent once more
An Ice Girl
She turns the volume up

She glides through the school halls like a spector
Her headphones blaring
Pulsating with anger, hatred, rage
They are the only emotions she can grasp
She watches with vacant eyes
As the other kids pass her in their groups
Talking and laughing
They are never alone
Their happiness mocks her
And though they give away their smiles so freely
They never look her way
She is a transparent block of ice
That they look straight through
To wave to a friend behind her
What she would give
For one wave
One smile...
She turns the volume up

She slides into her desk
The teacher drones
A girl giggles, pops her gum
A boy makes a loud, crude joke
Just more useless noise
She blocks it out
Closes her eyes
The stillness is her only peace
Her music has changed
It cries of death and darkness
Hopelessness
Emptiness
She carves in her desk
"Can we never be free of this apathy?"
A desperate plea
That no one sees
She turns the volume up

The bells sounds
A great clamor
The students prepare to leave
She rises from her desk
Trips on a chair leg
Plummets to the floor
She freezes
Sprawled on the ground
Snickers seep under her headphones
The softest laugh sharp enough to pierce her
She wants to evaporate
To be lost in a world apart from them
She wants to tune them out
She fumbles violently with the volume dial
She turns the volume -

A hand
A hand reaching down to her
Her eyes follow it to its source
Almost afraid that it will fade if she puts too much trust in it
As fleeting as her frail longings for hope
She looks up into eyes
That do not disappear
That do not look away
Eyes that see her
Instead of seeing through her
Eyes that smile
Smile
At her
Not someone behind her
At her
An angel's eyes?

It is a girl
A dull, rusty cross hangs
On a simple chain around her neck
An angel
But the Ice Girl takes the offered hand
And it is solid, substantial
She gets to her feet
The Angel Girl still smiles

"Hello."

One word all that was needed
The shield of ice shatters
She is seen
She matters
She is noticed
Someone cares
This Angel Girl
Not an angel at all, just a girl in the class
With a cross around her neck
She cares

The vapid muddiness clears from the Ice Girl's eyes
The veil is lifted
And she can see
And the Ice Girl smiles as the shards of her shield melt to a pool of tears she has never been able to cry

"Hello."

She takes the headphones off

[The-Elf-Herself]

Real life had kidnapped me for a while, but I made a daring escape! :D *looks furtively over her shoulder in case RL tries again* Kaia, that poem is amazing! I love it-I can completely identify with the Ice Girl and with the other girl. I've been in both places, although lately I'm finding myself more and more in the position of the Ice Girl, blocking out the world.

[Kailita]

Thanks Jam! :) I'm so glad it meant something to you! It meant something to me, but I just never know if my poetry is going to affect anyone besides myself...maybe that's why I'm reluctant to share it sometimes.

I got the idea for it from a lot of different sources. My own feelings being one of them, of course...being cut off from everyone else, like we talked about in the Outcast Views on Life thread. Watching how everyone around me seemed to smile and laugh so much...but they were never really smiling at me. Being invisible.

And then one of my other inspirations was a gothic girl at school that I see every day. I don't think she notices me, but I notice her. She walks past me in the hallway every day after 4th period, always with her headphones on, always with this steady spector-glide, her eyes always focused firmly on nothing. Not that the Ice Girl has to be gothic, but she could be. Just someone who doesn't fit in.

And, last, one day - in the school bathroom of all places - I came across writing that someone had etched into the stall. "Can we never be free of this apathy?" And it just stuck with me for some reason. It touched me...it wasn't just pointless vandalism or profanity...of all the things the person could have written, they took the time to carve in that phrase. And I couldn't help wondering what the person who did it must be like, what kind of apathy they were trying to escape. So the poem/story kind of evolved out of all those ideas...

[Arathin]

I loved that poem, kai!!! That was so cool and I really totally feel like the Ice Girl sometimes. Honestly, I have two friends at school... and everyone else has 15 or 20 or more even. Not that I really want more friends... I would hate having that many friends because of gossip and stuff, but still sometimes I do feel like she does in that... very nice!

[Kailita]

Thank you, Arathin, I'm glad you liked it! :) Now that I think about it, I bet a lot of Outcasts feel like the Ice Girl every now and then...even though I was only thinking about myself and that gothic girl when I wrote it. That's why it's good to have an Angel Girl...who doesn't really have to be an angel, just another Outcast...to share it with.

(Interesting signature, by the way...;))

[Dragon]

wow, K, taht was beautiful. that was just great.
I feel like both ppl sumtimes, I try to be nive to everyone, even ppl no one else is nice to, I don't really have any friends at all at my school, so I sort of withdraw like the ice girl, but I feel to much to be her.

taht was just great K.... I'm stealing it. putting it up in my room.

*theives*

you will be given full credit of course:rolleyes: :D

[Rhiannon]

Kaia, that was beautiful!

I feel like both sometimes too. One of my (more annoying) habits is that I pace while wearing headphones. Up and down my room for probably ten minutes at least once a day. But when I was home by myself for a weekend for the first time...I didn't do it. I didn't get online as much, either. I've figured out that when I'm online a lot it means I'm desperate to get away from my family for a while.

[Arathin]

Thank you Kai. It is in Welsh...

I have two poems for you!!! oh yeah...

Death

Flesh ripped, blood pouring out.
Pain induced nervousness.
Metall dagger falling to stone,
Resounding clank.
Thick silence descends,
Closing about.
No sound of fighting
Reachs the ears;
No screams of death
Escapes the lips.
Life's blood flows
To the stones.
Death is the true victor,
We are nothing.
A shimmering white being
Claims the soul.
The lifeless body falls
Thud to the ground.
Jewled dagger in a pool of blood,
Lays for eternity;
Encrusted in life's essense,
Held beside a skeleton.

This second one is happier, I promise...

For this Queen, you think you own...

Would you be wise enough to
Let me go out on my own?
I want to leave and travel,
Without you, I need to be.
Fine chain for a leash,
A neckleace as my collar,
My crown is too heavy,
My gown trips me up.
Would you be wise enough to
Let me go out on my own?
For this Queen, you think you own
Wants to be on her own again.
Let me go; le me free.
I want to wear leather;
Never more silks.
Cotton, not satin;
Rough, no more smooth.
I want rough life,
Not your smooth passes.
I want a rogue, a roughian,
Not you, my princely king.
Would you be wise enough to
Let me go out on my own?
For this Queen, you think you own
Wants to be o