Writing-ranting-ramblings w/ random rhyming!

[Squeek]

Howdy how?!

So, sir Coolgamer gave me the idea to start this here thread to spread
our joy and loverly ideas to the world!
or at least to the vortex.

If any mods deem this thread necessary to move, please do so-
I wasn't quite sure whether this should be in Affliction St.,
(since we'll be oozing our emotions all over each other)
or Soiled Heart Road (since literature is a form of that thar arts.)


-morose, depressing, cheerful, thought-provoking, fantasy,
sci-fi, mystery, fan-fic, anything and everything literature taken from your own head-
either way, I say we post our writings here!

Ready?

Set-

Go!

[Coolgamer]

This song was originally posted Sep. 23, 2005.

"The following came to me while walking down the street, and I rushed home to copy it down. The first 7 lines were what came to me. The rest I came up with spur-of-the-moment, smooth typing and writing what came to mind. As such, it's a little rough in my mind, but I would still enjoy feedback. Written in the style of a song, think green days "Jesus of suburbia" singing style, slowed down a bit, to get an idea of what I'm going for.

This song wasn't meant to last,
And it's going nowhere fast,
Like a record on a turntable,
Bent, scratched and unlabeled,

Because everybody's record plays the same f*&king song, (pg version/ "stupid song")
The words long forgotten, they just sing along,
To the never-changing tune, to the same old beat,
Out of tune, out of time, wondering why they feel incomplete...

(Chorus)

(in the style of the chorus from "A Little Concerned, That's All", by Ed Hamell)

Where can I go?
Where can I be?
That's free of noise, to just be... me?

(End chorus)

And still the record plays on, repeating its words,
From the mountains to the sea, to the same old herd,
Of ignorant people, who need to feel sane,
Even if the cost is someone else's pain...

(Chorus)

As I walked down the street to try peace of mind,
I heard voices and talking coming from behind,
I turned around to see a window of TV screens,
All of them talking about the same damn scenes...

(Chorus)

People walking, people smiling, yet they hold inside,
Secret little fears, they try so hard to hide,
Because the last thing they want to do is divide,
Between the mess of all the truth, and of all the lies!

(Chorus)


Major changes:


"Because everybody's record", was originally because EVERY record. I decided to make it more clear that I was being symbolic. The unlabeled part, I felt, didn't do that well enough.

"As I walked down the street to try peace of mind,
I heard voices and talking coming from behind,
I turned around to see a window of TV screens,
All of them talking about the same damn scenes..."- I plan to expand this set of lyrics past the normal set of two rhymes. I feel it needs more detail."

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This next one was written during one of my bouts of depression, which, oddly enough, is when I do my best work.

The Sleepwalkers:

"I'm only sleeping,
Waiting for that special chance,
To finally awake and take a stance.

I woke up one day to the same old beat,
to find everyone else was still asleep.

They moved and talked as if awake,
but their minds were taking a permanent break.

They were all fast asleep,
and the whole world kept spinning,
faster and faster, out of control,
and the more I think, the more worry takes hold.

They talked of change and beauty.
They talked of love and peace.
They talked about money and power,
and then they went back to sleep.

Nothing is done. Nothing changes.
No one notices, they've been sleeping for ages.
Mentally snoozing, they are all blind,
the whole human race is out of its mind.

I am the only one awake, so why do I live a nightmare?

I am awake, but not in control,
everything's run by the sleepers of old.

Sometimes I wish I could sleep as well.
To not care about anything or anyone.
A break from reality to save my sanity.
How can such bliss be possible in spite of it all?

I give up my struggle and accept my fate,
I've lost the game, I'm in checkmate.
To fall asleep is my only chance,
I'll take my thoughts with me without a last glace,
at what led to this, my final stand,
between me and a world that is manned,
by the asleep and corrupt, ignorant by will,
so they never have to taste that bitter pill,
of the truth of their ways, of the lies they have told,
all that matters is money and growing old.

So I load my gun and quietly weep,
for I'm about to finally go to sleep.
No last words, what would I say,
to people still asleep everyday?"

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This poem is called "Final awakening".

"Down the rabbit hole, where I stop, no one knows, in my secret fantasy, no one in hell can get their hands on me. I'm safe in my mind, I'm safe in my brain, I'm safe in my head, but I'm just not quite sane. Keep running rabbit, as fast as you can, for if you don't, it's the end for you, lad. Hour by hour, day by day, spend your life always just running away. Never stay in one spot, never take a pause, lest you end up impaled on sharp claws, and no one will notice, much less care, because why would the world miss one... small... hare.

So keep running, little one, like all others do, for you can never be one of the privileged few, that make the rules, that decide what you do, control your life and your family's too.

Try to resist, and it's certain you'll fail; the only answer it seems, lies beyond the pale. What are your thoughts, as you unlock that safe, and prepare yourself to finally wake.

For the veil over your eyes shall suddenly lift, and you'll see the whole world as you are set adrift, never mind that your body lies on the ground, it can stay there and rot with the rest of the clowns. For you now understand, and finally see, that the end, in fact... just begins a whole other scene."

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This next one was found in an old journal of mine.

"Falling is fun. Both types, I mean. Falling down physically and mentally falling into those touchy areas yet to be fully explored, charted, defined. Both types of falling scare people most of the time, but if you cause the fall to happen, or prepare for it, it can be the most wondrous thing ever.

The difficult part is the act of hitting the ground, or suddenly becoming reconnected with "reality". Both endings can be painful. Mindfalls can be maintained with practice, to continue for a bit after interruption.

A daydream is a stumble into the fabric of being. Dreams are long falls. Dementia and beyond are results of taking the pledge, for you very well CAN misstep in the Dreamworld, and some never find their way back.

Reality has many forms. Crazy simply means that a person's universe works differently for them then it does for us. If they perceive it to be that way, is it true? What defines reality? The realm of reality has many other faces and pathways, if you are ready and prepared to view them in their splendor."

[alphatroll]

Depression leads to Introspection. Introspection leads to Understanding. Understanding leads to Wisdom.

if you've ever wondered why most of the smart people you know have depressive tendencies, there's your reason. true, being smart enough to see things in all their messed-up glory can get you down, but you'll never get that smart unless you slow down and just *perceive* and *muse* on things.

all the pop-psych Freudian fraudian crap we grow up with tells us that the chaos within is caused by unresolved issues without, but that meme only survives because it makes for satisfying Hollywood endings. neither is it a chicken-or-egg issue, though of course feedback does have its part to play. Neurology and genetics are revealing with astonishing clarity that how you think comes from within, more nature than nurture.

nothing is making you depressed; depressed is what you are. it's not about feeling sad; it's a curious numbness that mutes the shrill and opens you to the subtler rhythms beneath. depression is not a bad thing. it's a good thing, though a powerful one, which like all powerful things must be handled with care. most importantly, don't heed the blind fools who tell you that being depressed is a problem and needs to be solved. it is a talent, not a flaw. the problem is the pressure to perceive as others do, even if it means perceiving less, even if it means believing your brain is broken, even if it means you are weak and whiny and worthless. the prophesy fulfills itself when believed.

instead, believe what your own mind tells you. believe that there is more. believe that the world throbs and hums around you, whispering wisdom when you stop wanting what others want. believe that even messed-up glory is still glorious. believe that down and dark are also deep. revel in the revelation that reality is richer than our regular lives reveal.

know that thought is never wrong.

(does that count as literature?)

[Squeek]

VERY nice Coolgamer!
I especially enjoyed the last two!
but I really liked these excerpts:

"They talked of change and beauty.
They talked of love and peace.
They talked about money and power,
and then they went back to sleep."

and

"Hour by hour, day by day, spend your life always just running away.
Never stay in one spot, never take a pause, lest you end up impaled on
sharp claws, and no one will notice, much less care, because why would
the world miss one... small... hare.

So keep running, little one, like all others do, for you can never be one of
the privileged few, that make the rules, that decide what you do,
control your life and your family's too."

I can't wait to read more from you- you should keep posting!



Alphatroll: yes, that is considered literature.
and very good and well thought out litt-at that!
and for the most part, I agree with you.....

I agree that being depressed- or rather, questioning and thinking deeply-
can bring about a clearer understanding of things, and therefore- wisdom.
however, I also think that, just as people misconceive that there is
something "wrong" with you if you're depressed, it can also be a
misconception that people that are depressed are always examining
themselves and trying to understand themselves and are somehow
"better" than the average joe, and THAT'S why they are depressed..
and whereas I AM often looking inward, I do not believe that that ability
is unique to depression sufferers, and although I find that I am usually
able to connect my feelings of fear and self-loathing to experiences in my
past- that understanding does not keep my mind from bashing it's way
through the thin hymen of self-esteem that is in a constant state of disarray,
or keep me from sinking so low that I may become dangerously close to suicide.


In other words, regardless if an understanding of "WHY" can be
established- the symptoms may still be very much present...
which leads me to believe that no amount of wisdom nor understanding
of the self, chemical makeup, or cause can fully cure a mental illness.
it is my belief that I am no more "blessed" or "special" than any other person,
b/c anyone has the ability to examine oneself and their purpose in this world...
and perhaps gain wisdom b/c of that introspection.







my turn!!

*be warned I often purposely do not rhyme in my stuffs-
b/c sometimes, it's harder to make things sound good without rhyming*


first my most recent writing rambling:


"Early Morning Ramblings"

Hierarchy is the channel I swim,
lost deep within the recesses of collective pools,
where travesties and treachery reside.
Here is the sanctity of family.
here are the tides that bind us to this world.
Are we so desperate that we guide ourselves with fools?
I've met with bitter remorse,
those that would fashion themselves by others standards.
Still smiling, condescendingly to the ground.
Embracing mediocrity in favor of flourishing,
regretting, submitting, and relinquishing free will.
------




"Planet Jerusalem"


Station yourself on planet Jerusalem..

Thrive on the blood and body.
Acceptance is worth fighting for,
killing for,
dying for.

They love to love their own.
I hate to hate myself.
Pick a corner and go punish yourself...
you know the word of which I speak.

So if you know so well....
if you've lived that lie...
then tell us all about it.
oh wait,
you already have.
over
and
over
and
over.

I have.
everyone does.
because we love to hate our lives.

It's a celebration of birth!
and you're not invited- you babeless cunt.
you can't ever relate to us!
regardless of your relation to us.

pfft.
a woman without child...
don't question me.
DON'T EVER!
Only a mother...
can know another mother.

and so,

my blood runs cold.

my skin decays.

as the cockroaches dig trenches
into the dried up heap of dirt,
I sometimes mistakenly accredit
as a self.
------



*prepare for ultimate suckitude, this is old*

(imagine, if you will, a weird combo of Fiona Apple
and the Birthday Massacre with random industrial undertones (kinda like android lust)..


Hold back the tears,
fight them all off-
Crystallize the emotions
that you've felt for so long.

Deny them your pain
and they'll accept what you're not...
So hold your fucking tongue!


(chorus)
I've never felt so alive-
even when I can't breath.
through the faces I wear,
I think I'm starting to see-
that the only one who can reach me-
the only one who can fucking reach me-
the only one who can reach me-
is me.
(end chorus)

sisters of skin,
I've given all I could muster-
and for that bowl of shit-
I've gotten nothing but blisters.

Symptoms of lust-
I'm feeling cold and alone-
I need someone to hold-
though-my-arms-feel-numb...

(chorus)
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[snemmy]

Good stuffs all around.
I'll have to read over it all a few more times.

Some of my random things:

"Untitled"
Cicadas have fallen silent
sounds of life fall into humid weight
slowly pressing to cool colours

the new moon smiles shrouded in vapor
and carries whispers in languages unknown
spiraling out to wherever

a fragrance lingers in receding seasons
taunting eyes with fantasies unseen
searching, always searching

dawn envelopes the void
it is safe to sleep for now




"Dream"
Your figure against the setting sun
Body draped in silk
Hair flowing in the breeze
Butterflies flit about like scattering cherry blossoms
I open my eyes
It was just a dream



"winking stars"
Clouds hide winking stars
A stray cat shelters itself
Two gold eyes stare from under low bushes
Silence broken intermittently by wayward vehicles
Emptiness fills the night once again

A skeleton lies upon the world



And here's a new-ish one.. New in as I haven't put it up on DA yet. (Well I just went and uploaded it.)

"Dream 2"
A single beam of moonlight gently illuminates your bare thigh
I wonder aloud of your intentions
You betray nothing but a giggle
I say I love your back with three gentle kisses
One.
Two..
Three...
Your shoulders shrug with a grin
I had a dream of you and silk in the moonlight

[snemmy]

Might as well throw this up here while I'm thinking about it.
This was an old comic idea, essentially issue #1, I had when I was still interested in doing a webcomic, like 4-5 years ago.

http://snemmy.deviantart.com/art/Handprints-82395620

Sorry for the DA link but it is very long.

I wrote it in a couple of hours, all spurred by the opening to Gackt - Nite Spiral:
http://www.youtube.com/v/XSRknVWe-_4

[Slinker]

I never "writte" stuff.... Or maybe I do sometimes. Scripts, ideas and stuff. Stuff only meant for me to read.

But I'll mostly sticks to comics when I wanna "tell" something to others. I tried once to start writte a book. But after about 3 chapters I realised it didn't feel right at all. I prefer just to writte about me and my opinions. Anything else and I feel like I have to draw something.

[Coolgamer]

I have a deviant art account, but I mainly do photography. I had one more poem, but it is lost forever due to a crash on my Pocket PC, and no backup.

[alphatroll]

squeekah, i liked those last three, in the order you posted them....proof of your exquisite taste

the third one especially appealed with its multiple entendres. had a very "scylla & charybdis" mood i thot. & the second hit the "family you didn't choose" resonances very nicely. it's always nice to be reminded i'm not the only one.

i think i'll make a new years resolution for the first time in my life: by the time the tens place in the calendar rolls over i will either made definite progress healing the familial gap, or i will burn the bridge. too long i've been wavering, afraid to go to far, *just in case*.

i'll try to comment on some of all y'all's else's stuff too, they just seem to take a little longer for me to digest properly can't rush digestion!!

[Coolgamer]

New poem: Untitled.

Everyone's looking to escape,
From a world hostile and irate.
We look to sever our links to pain,
But others lose from what we gain!

Ignore the darkness, make it fade,
let it come back another day.
Fuck the whole, live for yourself!
It works so well for everybody else!

It's never that easy, no one wins,
In a world that thrives on ignoring sin.
I'm not religious, but let me just say,
disconnecting from others is not the way!
You have to reach out, lend a hand,
to purge the hatred from this land!

Only then when we are all whole,
will we have truly accomplished our goal.
We're all the same, one unit in parts,
combining to make glorious art.
The art of life, the beauty divine,
the mural that lasts until the end of time.

[Coolgamer]

Still working on some more, found some old notebooks, might post some of the material from them.

Any thoughts on that last one, though?

[Coolgamer]

FOund the song I had worked on but lost.

Will post later today.

[Squeek]

Whoa, this thread totally died didn't it?

Heck yea! Bring on more writing!! Breath some life into this thing!

[Coolgamer]

Here come the brave men in blue,
proudly marching down the street!
All of them stand united,
the kind of guys you'd like to meet!

They're the best of the best, the proud and the brave,
the only ones willing to send others to their grave!

You got to admit, they're pretty neat, even when they're delivering a beat!
I feel so much more secure knowing they're around,
in fact they have the run of the entire town!
Some don't like it, but that's okay! (They're probably godless commies, anyway!)

What form! What grace! As they punch another man in the face!
Doesn't matter what happened that they, cause the jury'll believe whatever they say!

*chorus*

So come, and sing along with me, in the age of mass brutality, the age of group mentality, and no accountability!

*End chorus*

Salute them as they walk by, just to prove you've got nothing to hide!
Do as they say, and you'll be fine, as long as you don't cross that precious line!

To serve and protect, that's their line, as they tase you till you go out of your mind! You broke no laws, but on that day, you just happened to choose the wrong way, to go home because there was a protest formed! (It seemed peaceful enough, nothing out of the norm.)

As you walked by, you heard some shouts, so you turned your head to see what it was all about, but you couldn't see, and you couldn't breathe, all you could hear was the shouts to LEAVE!

You tried to comply, but you made the mistake, of bumping into a Sargent who was most irate! You didn't even feel the impact going down, cause the pain from the taser was much more profound. You twitched as they applied the cuffs, they called it resisting, since it sounded more tough.

*chorus*

They say they're here for our protection, but I must admit, I've got objections, cause it seems to me that the safer we get, the less freedom we have, so why aren't you upset?

Apathy, ignorance, and conformity, make me want to end it all painfully!

*illegible block of lyrics*

*chorus*

Do right! Behave! Else they'll send you to an early grave!
They could care less about your rights, since all they really want is to FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!

A smoking gun, a life erased, it's just the average, a little taste, of the bigger view, the larger scale, of a system so corrupt it'll turn your skin pale! So I salute these men, with their boots on my face, as they truly are the heroes of the human race!

If you don't fight for your rights, who will? (No one!) Don't wait for others to take that stand! (Stand up!) Ask the questions, expose the lies, before another innocent soul has to die!

*final chorus*

[The Flying Dracula Hair]

All these all Green Day-styled rock songs, Coolgamer?

You're really on top of the rhyming thing, but I can't seem to find any consistent beat to read it in. Did you have any in mind while writing them?