A Literary Rant
By Daegal on November 25th 2009, early morning.on topic Nobody Knows
I ended up studying Durrenmatt at Uni today, making up endless links and metaphors for whatever came up. Apparently someone stubbing their cigarettes out on the wall next to their bed and the resulting black-spotted tapestry is a metaphor for a destroyed post-word war 2 Germany, which I fail to see at. I thought it was about interpretation as long as you could back up your statements but it turns out it's interpretation as long as the teacher or whoever is marking your essays agrees with you. It's hardly useful to write what you think about a particular story when your own views aren't sufficient. Like Kafka, the messed-up German bastard. He started his book with the guy turning into a beetle? Why? Is it a metaphor for some kind of social rebellion or just as a levered-in hook to make the reader instantly interested for the next 50 pages which comprises of no more action than the main character, Gregor Samsa, trying to get out of bed with his new found beetle body. Please...
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random
By music.is.everything on November 25th 2009, terribly early in the morning.on topic A Fairytale
I stood on the edge of the cliff, motionless, smileing, with the wind blowing in my hair and the salty scent of the sea filling my every sence. Soon I would be free, I thought as my feet dangled over the edge. I jumped. My hair whipped around my face as I plunged into the heavenly water. The moment It touched my skin I felt relief from my lies. Skin turned to scale, and my long slender legs were replaced by a shimering silver tail. I swam into the magic of the deep, a mermaid once more. I was home.
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Me.
By stevencorklad on November 25th 2009, terribly early in the morning.on topic Self Worth
Not much at all
Is how I feel
Like No1s child
Believe me this feeling is real
With no self Grounding
And to be insecure
There's a better way of feeling
Of this im sure
Ive nothing more to say
As im lost in transit
I hope some1 can relate to me
Even just a small bit
Ive just realised that was a poem when its meant to be a freewrite! Well I can relate to any feeling that any1 else is going through, Ive felt this way so long its nearly part of my personality. You could say the negative side has taken over in a way!
Well my self-confidence/worth issue derives from long ago, and seems to keep repeating itself in everyday life...what i mean by that is that when your young and crap happens, or something offensive is said and its not dealt with at the time it stays in your head following you around, with the same feeling clouding your judgements, thoughts, relationships and until we lift the lid on these thoughts & emotions, suppressed memories we'll keep feeling like this.
What Im babbling here seems a lot easier said than done, and it is. Being honest, not denying and recognising whatever happened, what was said or whatever action it was is so invaluable to any form of future peace of mind...leave the lid on it and forever hold your misery-Its true.
If any1 wants to chat anytime your more than welcome
Chao(or whatever bye is in Italian) : )
Stephen K
Is how I feel
Like No1s child
Believe me this feeling is real
With no self Grounding
And to be insecure
There's a better way of feeling
Of this im sure
Ive nothing more to say
As im lost in transit
I hope some1 can relate to me
Even just a small bit
Ive just realised that was a poem when its meant to be a freewrite! Well I can relate to any feeling that any1 else is going through, Ive felt this way so long its nearly part of my personality. You could say the negative side has taken over in a way!
Well my self-confidence/worth issue derives from long ago, and seems to keep repeating itself in everyday life...what i mean by that is that when your young and crap happens, or something offensive is said and its not dealt with at the time it stays in your head following you around, with the same feeling clouding your judgements, thoughts, relationships and until we lift the lid on these thoughts & emotions, suppressed memories we'll keep feeling like this.
What Im babbling here seems a lot easier said than done, and it is. Being honest, not denying and recognising whatever happened, what was said or whatever action it was is so invaluable to any form of future peace of mind...leave the lid on it and forever hold your misery-Its true.
If any1 wants to chat anytime your more than welcome
Chao(or whatever bye is in Italian) : )
Stephen K
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Winter
By Fujin1337 on November 24th 2009, evening time.on topic Winter...love it or hate it?
Wow. didn't go back at all to edit...
now it looks kinda...feeble.
either way...here it is, my rendition of winter's beauty (maybe it's just 'cause I'm Canadian)
FYI the metrical and rhyming schemes change...and I just realized it didn't have to be poetry
Winter.
Hivernal Hinterland.
Wintry Wonderland;
the crunch of snow
the friends saying "Hello!"
The skis,
the little kids I teach asking "Please
can we go in for hot chocolate?"
Even though I'm a teen, I love them like my own tot.
The hockey
it's brotherhood.
purest form of friendship, as it slowly
transforms from people in your neighborhood
to your best brother.
But even if he blatently brags about his mother
there is no other;
no replacement for the souther
warmer places
where there's so much sweat on faces
the salty stink splits even the strongest of men
who would take on even Hercules and win
Gelid Glaciers of the crisp, cool north
prove to the world, that winter has it's worth.
now it looks kinda...feeble.
either way...here it is, my rendition of winter's beauty (maybe it's just 'cause I'm Canadian)
FYI the metrical and rhyming schemes change...and I just realized it didn't have to be poetry
Winter.
Hivernal Hinterland.
Wintry Wonderland;
the crunch of snow
the friends saying "Hello!"
The skis,
the little kids I teach asking "Please
can we go in for hot chocolate?"
Even though I'm a teen, I love them like my own tot.
The hockey
it's brotherhood.
purest form of friendship, as it slowly
transforms from people in your neighborhood
to your best brother.
But even if he blatently brags about his mother
there is no other;
no replacement for the souther
warmer places
where there's so much sweat on faces
the salty stink splits even the strongest of men
who would take on even Hercules and win
Gelid Glaciers of the crisp, cool north
prove to the world, that winter has it's worth.
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The happy hate of fame
By Fujin1337 on November 24th 2009, evening time.on topic Fame
Fame.
the entire idea of famous flatulence.
Oh. Excuse me. I didn't intend to erase
your exquisite sphere of superior stupification.
I hate you.
You represent everything I want, yet everything I will never want to be; the juxtaposed idiosyncrasies of the human condition.
what baloney.
The famous person; the popular one.
The infamous person; the unpopular one.
what's the difference?
Attitude.
It's really not about attitude, it's the way you're viewed, so it is very, very shrewd to be popular.
Yet, when it all boils down, what is it to you?
what's it to me? when will we all see, that
life
today
is
meaningless.
so go out there
and do something worth doing to this meaningless world. Do something wonderfully awful that you'll be so happy to regret later in life.
Just do it; nothing matters anyways.
Fame.
Fortune.
Popularity.
Who cares.
You?
the entire idea of famous flatulence.
Oh. Excuse me. I didn't intend to erase
your exquisite sphere of superior stupification.
I hate you.
You represent everything I want, yet everything I will never want to be; the juxtaposed idiosyncrasies of the human condition.
what baloney.
The famous person; the popular one.
The infamous person; the unpopular one.
what's the difference?
Attitude.
It's really not about attitude, it's the way you're viewed, so it is very, very shrewd to be popular.
Yet, when it all boils down, what is it to you?
what's it to me? when will we all see, that
life
today
is
meaningless.
so go out there
and do something worth doing to this meaningless world. Do something wonderfully awful that you'll be so happy to regret later in life.
Just do it; nothing matters anyways.
Fame.
Fortune.
Popularity.
Who cares.
You?
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[: My Baby
By DustinsGirl11508 on November 24th 2009, evening time.on topic What is special
Hug me a little closer
Hold me a little tighter
Walk one more step
lets take this to a new depth.
love me a little longer
make my heart a little stronger
Blow a little smoother
I cant think of a word that rhymes so OOTHER
Hug me a little longer
Hold me a little Sooner
Walk one more step
Not many more are left.
I love you and you love me
Your eyes make circles that promise me eternity.
[: I love you
And
Im a fuccin present.
Hold me a little tighter
Walk one more step
lets take this to a new depth.
love me a little longer
make my heart a little stronger
Blow a little smoother
I cant think of a word that rhymes so OOTHER
Hug me a little longer
Hold me a little Sooner
Walk one more step
Not many more are left.
I love you and you love me
Your eyes make circles that promise me eternity.
[: I love you
And
Im a fuccin present.
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Freewrite # 6
By Cyrennedy on November 24th 2009, evening time.on topic Nobody Knows
6- Nobody knew that she had a drunk mom
Nobody knew how much Mary loved her
Nobody knew her father was in jail
Nobody knew he was in for murder
Nobody knew that Mary was a sweet girl
Nobody knew how her heart remained kind
Nobody knew she always longed for a friend
Nobody knew the loneliness of her heart
Nobody knew the dark thoughts she had at night
Nobody knew about the marks on her skin
Nobody knew those marks were self-inflicted
Nobody knew when she sneaked into the roof of the school building
Nobody knew she stood over the edge
Nobody knew she took a step forwards to her fate
Nobody had ever really cared
Finally someone pulls her back from harm
Finally someone looked concerned
Finally Jack told her he'd cared for her
Finally Mary knew a special bond
Finally she could talk to someone
Finally someone was there for her
Finally the world wasn't so harsh
Finally she belonged
Finally she'd found true love
Finally she'd found hope
Finally she'd had more reason to live
Finally she made friends
Finally she became more open
Finally her family got help
Finally her mother stops drinking
Finally her mother notices she's there
Finally the world stop's spinning
And Mary's still standing tall.
Nobody knew how much Mary loved her
Nobody knew her father was in jail
Nobody knew he was in for murder
Nobody knew that Mary was a sweet girl
Nobody knew how her heart remained kind
Nobody knew she always longed for a friend
Nobody knew the loneliness of her heart
Nobody knew the dark thoughts she had at night
Nobody knew about the marks on her skin
Nobody knew those marks were self-inflicted
Nobody knew when she sneaked into the roof of the school building
Nobody knew she stood over the edge
Nobody knew she took a step forwards to her fate
Nobody had ever really cared
Finally someone pulls her back from harm
Finally someone looked concerned
Finally Jack told her he'd cared for her
Finally Mary knew a special bond
Finally she could talk to someone
Finally someone was there for her
Finally the world wasn't so harsh
Finally she belonged
Finally she'd found true love
Finally she'd found hope
Finally she'd had more reason to live
Finally she made friends
Finally she became more open
Finally her family got help
Finally her mother stops drinking
Finally her mother notices she's there
Finally the world stop's spinning
And Mary's still standing tall.
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Freewrite # 5
By Cyrennedy on November 24th 2009, early evening.on topic Afraid of love
Afraid that you will see the true me
For I am not what I appear to be on the outside
Afraid that you will reject me
For I am not as pretty as I'd been before
Afraid that we'll fall apart
For I am busy and don't have much time
Afraid that you'll look into my past
For what I have done can never be erased
Afraid that you'll hurt me
For my heart is fragile and incased in ice
Afraid that you'll grow tired of me
For I'm not happy all the time like I am now
Afraid that you'll love me back
For my mind will think of every excuse why you would not, and should, not.
I would take a lot of concincing to make me believe.
For I am not what I appear to be on the outside
Afraid that you will reject me
For I am not as pretty as I'd been before
Afraid that we'll fall apart
For I am busy and don't have much time
Afraid that you'll look into my past
For what I have done can never be erased
Afraid that you'll hurt me
For my heart is fragile and incased in ice
Afraid that you'll grow tired of me
For I'm not happy all the time like I am now
Afraid that you'll love me back
For my mind will think of every excuse why you would not, and should, not.
I would take a lot of concincing to make me believe.
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Bittersweet Agony
By DecayedxBeauty on November 24th 2009, early evening.on topic The meaning of Bittersweet
Bittersweet..
Is it the way I love you and you could care less about me?
Or is it how I'd be devastated to lose you but you probably wouldn't shed a tear for me?
Bittersweet...
It's the entire situation,
The way I looked up to you,
And the way you still look down upon me,
The way I wanted to be with you,
But how you didn't want me at all,
It's the way I'd do anything for you,
And you'd never do a thing for me.
Everything dealing with you is a bittersweet symphony,
Never ending harmonics of my misery and your victory,
Each let down is a part of the chorus,
Building up and drowning me out.
Even now,
When all is said and done,
I still care about you,
And you still wouldn't give me the time of day,
I still yearn to be near you,
As you further ignore my pleas,
I guess it'll always stay
Bittersweet.
Is it the way I love you and you could care less about me?
Or is it how I'd be devastated to lose you but you probably wouldn't shed a tear for me?
Bittersweet...
It's the entire situation,
The way I looked up to you,
And the way you still look down upon me,
The way I wanted to be with you,
But how you didn't want me at all,
It's the way I'd do anything for you,
And you'd never do a thing for me.
Everything dealing with you is a bittersweet symphony,
Never ending harmonics of my misery and your victory,
Each let down is a part of the chorus,
Building up and drowning me out.
Even now,
When all is said and done,
I still care about you,
And you still wouldn't give me the time of day,
I still yearn to be near you,
As you further ignore my pleas,
I guess it'll always stay
Bittersweet.
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By bbygrl1313 on November 24th 2009, early evening.
on topic Nobody Knows
on topic Nobody Knows
Jesus My Lord
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