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I am writing a story about my life, and all that I can remember in poetry form. Or rather, in several poems, broken up. And I was curious to see how many of my readers would want me to post it online. If I have any, please tell me. I would like a little more inspiration to write it. Or rather, more drive seeing as I am inspired, but not nearly enough to fully go through with it. :"3 Ty. -Harley G. Bates
I am writing a story about my life, and all that I can remember in poetry form. Or rather, in several poems, broken up. And I was curious to see how many of my readers would want me to post it online. If I have any, please tell me. I would like a little more inspiration to write it. Or rather, more drive seeing as I am inspired, but not nearly enough to fully go through with it. :"3 Ty.
-Harley G. Bates
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hot sticky sweaty skin pressed against skin against skin against skin hot sticky sweaty rubber grinding against asphalt squealing "Oh! come what may!" careless voices on the radio singing to us, opening to us, telling us their problems - as if we care and don't alrerady know &n...
hot sticky sweaty skin pressed against skin against skin against skin
hot sticky sweaty rubber grinding against asphalt squealing "Oh! come what may!"
careless voices on the radio singing to us, opening to us, telling us their problems - as if we care and don't alrerady know
chain-smoking ashes nicotine smoke seeping, grinding, becoming the seats, floor, steering wheel, cieling,
clothes, hair.
voices hoarse with screams and cut by city nightlife needles proclaim the directions to suit our fancy leftleftrightleftrightu-turnleftleftrightleftrightrightleft
driving for the hell of it just don't let it -
stop - at the crossroads - slumber speed want on
we have books leatherbound and yellowed with drive-thru coffee stains reading aloud The Greatest Minds of Our Generation and dreaming about buses painted with acid
when our thoughts get too coherent on to Boston! on to Baltimore! on to Houston! on to Rockland! just give us some more.
want! hunger! need! sex! blood! pain! dreams! epitomes! time!
Time! time! time! we need time! we're spending days like pennies stashes soon to run out days to nights to days to nights to days to nights to weeks to months to years to age to death to eternity on this crumbling roads.
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So I think I'm gonna try something...we'll see how long it lasts. This was inspired by the 8 letter words contest series by Wandering Woodchuck So what I'm gonna do is find an 8 letter word for each letter of the alphabet, and use that as inspiration; it will also be the acrostic part of the poem. Each poem will have 8 lines, and 8 syllables per line. Example: http://allpoetry.com/poem/6632059 If you have any w...
So I think I'm gonna try something...we'll see how long it lasts.
This was inspired by the 8 letter words contest series by Wandering Woodchuck
So what I'm gonna do is find an 8 letter word for each letter of the alphabet, and use that as inspiration; it will also be the acrostic part of the poem.
Each poem will have 8 lines, and 8 syllables per line.
Example: http://allpoetry.com/poem/6632059
If you have any word suggestions, please message me. I might end up doing multiple poems per letter if I find a lot of words I like.
Thanks again to Wandering Woodchuck for the idea
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Just looking through the web for this dude, he sure was a character though. Here is some insight from someone who has observed him first hand. http://www.realbeer.com/buk/jhill.html I found the story interesting.
Just looking through the web for this dude, he sure was a character though.
Here is some insight from someone who has observed him first hand.
http://www.realbeer.com/buk/jhill.html
I found the story interesting.
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Should I post anymore? People who read? I have about 20 or 30 more poems to write, but, Im not sure if it matters, so.... Yeah.. Anyone want me to post them?
Should I post anymore? People who read? I have about 20 or 30 more poems to write, but, Im not sure if it matters, so.... Yeah.. Anyone want me to post them?
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I'm changing my name again. I'm going to go by the name chris. because that's my real name. So yeah...
I'm changing my name again.
I'm going to go by the name chris.
because that's my real name.
So yeah...
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If I stop by your poem and don't leave a review or comment, it isn't that I don't care or are offended, sometimes I need to think about the meaning for a while or was interrupted by family, phone or doorbell. I wish you all a gloriously beautiful day! Debra
If I stop by your poem and don't leave a review or comment, it isn't that I don't care or are offended, sometimes I need to think about the meaning for a while or was interrupted by family,
phone or doorbell.
I wish you all a gloriously beautiful day!
Debra
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by chris.
on Jun 26 2:12 PM, In Poetry.
200 words.
All.
1 comment.
I'll be starting a rounds contest soon, maybe even today. It's gonna be a challenge, but I do hope people have fun participating in it. I will have guest judges and I am still deciding on how many rounds I want. Get ready for the "victory rounds"...
I'll be starting a rounds contest soon, maybe even today. It's gonna be a challenge, but I do hope people have fun participating in it.
I will have guest judges and I am still deciding on how many rounds I want.
Get ready for the "victory rounds".
It's coming...
(If you'd like to donate points to the contest, that would be great. The one who donates the most can become a guest judge.)
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I have a question for all my friends here on AP. Help me understand why I write something akin to poetry at all? Are my reasons for writing this stuff similar to yours or am I just out in left field on my own thinking I am finally reaching a new level in this thing called existence? I really wonder sometimes if it is the facility of having a computer and the ability to steal time that makes it so easy to think about writing something. I really wonder if the po...
I have a question for all my friends here on AP.
Help me understand why I write something akin to poetry at all? Are my reasons for writing this stuff similar to yours or am I just out in left field on my own thinking I am finally reaching a new level in this thing called existence?
I really wonder sometimes if it is the facility of having a computer and the ability to steal time that makes it so easy to think about writing something.
I really wonder if the poets of old would be lost in a sea of facsimile were they alive today or if they would shine just as much as then, would Dante be drawing up his inferno as a 3d model.
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by Haruno Origami
on Jun 4 11:26 AM, In Diary, Family, Friends, Life, Love, My life, Personal, Poetry, Sad, Thoughts, Words.
300 words.
All.
2 comments.
I still see you, looking down. I still hear you, even now. Your never gone from my mind
I still see you, looking down.
I still hear you, even now.
Your never gone from my mind
or my heart. I just need to find
A way to acept it. All
of this mess, this small
Forgetable mess. But it means so much.
I would die to feel your touch
Again, to see your warm brown
Eyes looking over the towns
People - as we sat
In that resteraunt and you'd pat
Me and say, "I love you."
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No, it's not because I'm emo. No, it's not because I'm depressed. Yes, I do in fact like the color, but no, that's not the reason. Black Pixels require slightly less energy then white pixels (In Lighting, White has every color present, black is the absence of light) it saves money on people's power bill, it allows my page to seem more friendly towards energy use... Yeah, environmental science and art class left their marks on me. I'm not some super pro activist or anything, bu...
No, it's not because I'm emo.
No, it's not because I'm depressed.
Yes, I do in fact like the color, but no, that's not the reason.
Black Pixels require slightly less energy then white pixels (In Lighting, White has every color present, black is the absence of light) it saves money on people's power bill, it allows my page to seem more friendly towards energy use... Yeah, environmental science and art class left their marks on me.
I'm not some super pro activist or anything, but I mean, it's easy to set my backgrounds black, easier then going without power to save energy, so I mean, I guess I like doing the little things whenever I can.
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by Aeson
on May 17 8:21 AM, In Angst, Dark, Death, Depression, Emo, Life, Love, Pain, Poetry, Romance, Sad, Tragedy.
700 words.
All.
7 comments.
His heart beats to a steady rhyme Her heart thuds to a beat much quicker His heart stops and starts with time Her heart staccatos, the beat is bitter.
His heart beats to a steady rhyme
Her heart thuds to a beat much quicker
His heart stops and starts with time
Her heart staccatos, the beat is bitter.
Then the noise dims as the tears call louder
Their hearts still beat but are hardly heard
Her face is as pale as snow-white powder
He is so sad, there is no other word.
Then the clock chimes and she waves goodbye
He watches on waving a reluctant hand
The music goes on, never to die
The tune cannot be mastered by any band.
She boards the bus to the other side
He watches her, his heart still thudding
His heart beats slower, the music abides
The sound is cruel, the tune still budding.
She takes a breath, the melody dims
What can be heard yet, are his loud sobs
Her eyes widen to stare at him
He prays she sees light, is welcome to God.
Then she gasps and closes her eyes
He closes his own to go with his love
But as he remains as she goes high,
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One of my favorites wrote this poem that I loved: http://allpoetry.com/poem/6438059
One of my favorites wrote this poem that I loved:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/6438059
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by Astraea
on May 9 7:07 AM, In Poetry.
6,300 words.
All.
0 comments.
No Matter What You Do.
I'd rather be stabbed
In the heart;
By a dagger of truth,
Than be covered up
In a warm blanket,
By a lie.
6/5/10.
Fresh, fresh air
In and out they go
On election day, that is
A fresh, fresh new government.
That's Why You're My Best Friend.
Every time we fight
I know somethings not right-
Every time your upset,
There's always something, I regret.
A "Bloody" Pain.
I just wish you could see
The you made of me
I always had them thoughts
But they didn't need to be set free.
I've got sharp finger nails now
Do you want me to drag them across your heart?
I just won't help you now
You're evil's now come out,
I'll drag my teeth across your chest
And taste your blood at it's best.
I didn't want to hurt you!
And why, why,
Did you have to?
Why oh why, are you out to kill?
And what, what are you out to do?
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So, I'm sorry I haven't kept up very well with people's work. I have been kept really, really busy with school and work. However, summer is almost here and I'll have much more free time. So, if there's a poem/poems of yours you want me t...
So, I'm sorry I haven't kept up very well with people's work. I have been kept really, really busy with school and work.
However, summer is almost here and I'll have much more free time.
So, if there's a poem/poems of yours you want me to read, just post a link to it/them and I'll read them asap.
Also, if you'd like to read some of my newer stuff or just any of my work in general, I love getting new comments/thoughts/critiques on my work.
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If ever the tears dry, I might be by your side… or maybe not, but I will be there by the air – in your heart, in your hair, in your bottomless eyes. But yeah, I’ll be there. When the going gets bad, when you’re feeling like the worst of times… You know I’ll be there, because I am. Whether in spirit or in soul, I will always be there to keep you whole. And I have no id...
If ever the tears dry, I might be by your side… or maybe not, but I will be there by the air – in your heart, in your hair, in your bottomless eyes. But yeah, I’ll be there.
When the going gets bad, when you’re feeling like the worst of times… You know I’ll be there, because I am.
Whether in spirit or in soul,
I will always be there to keep you whole.
And I have no idea how long I’ll be there, but I want to be there forever. I want to fly to you each morning, and sing a song outside your window. Call it a serenade, call it a bouquet at your door with a note… I don’t mind seeing a smile sprinkle over your face.
I’ll be the hug in your sleep,
In your heart, in your hair, always deep—
In there.
My lovely lady in purple, blues, and whites.
Pinks, yellows, and reds. Your eyes are my home. Your arms are my rest. Lady in the clouds, lady of the clouds. This is for you.
♥
Amy & Staci's new names inspired me... lol x]
As for the piece... Meh, the original that I painted:
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by Nlayer
on May 4 1:22 PM, In Camping, Day, Friends, Hey, Life, Me, Personal, Poetry, Stale, Stuff, Thoughts, Yay.
300 words.
Friends only.
0 comments.
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by Nlayer
on Apr 26 11:41 PM, In Blah, Blog, Downward, Journal, Killzone 2, Life, Me, Personal, Poetry, Ps3, Spiral.
500 words.
All.
0 comments.
Yes, I am still stuck. This actually means two things. One involving my life and how it is still stuck in a downward spiral, and the other involving a video game. Lets talk about the game first, just for something different. I'd rather not bore everyone with my rants on life. So I'll bore you even more with my rants on video games, haha. The game is Killzone 2 for the PS3. Great game. At first it wasn't all that great to me. It is set on an alien planet, yes, but you still hav...
Yes, I am still stuck. This actually means two things. One involving my life and how it is still stuck in a downward spiral, and the other involving a video game. Lets talk about the game first, just for something different. I'd rather not bore everyone with my rants on life. So I'll bore you even more with my rants on video games, haha.
The game is Killzone 2 for the PS3. Great game. At first it wasn't all that great to me. It is set on an alien planet, yes, but you still have to shoot humans. Now this is fun for a few minutes, but the human-like enemies are only human. There are no cool mutant alien hybrids that evolve into bigger gruesome things and try to eat you. Just humans with guns that shout at you, nothing too exciting. Well I am stuck in this game. No, it has nothing to do with skill, but with a glitch. Although it is a Blu-ray disk, it still has a glitch that is a major problem. When I reach a certain point in the game, it loads, then freezes. I've waited an hour before I gave up waiting. I've tried many different things to pass this glitch, all failing with the same result. Perhaps I should just move on and quit trying to play it. It's a shame too, I was just getting really good at the game. Guess I can always play it online, if I'm feeling social enough.
Yes, I'm just typing without much thought. I'm bored and I enjoy writing. This entertains me, in a way. The other stuck isn't all that important. I got a low score on a test, one I had felt really good about. Math and science are my problems. Sometimes I wish I were more like my friends on those subjects, they are very geek-ish. One of them even 'enjoys' math, something I'll never learn to do. Haha.
Everything else is just "Blah" stuff that doesn't really matter too much. Just people and how they go about living. I only have two friends that can really talk to me on a mature level, unlike many other immature people I know. But I digress, I'm just at a low spot and hope the downward spiral will take the opposite direction soon. Writing poetry and journal entries helps greatly in lifting my spirits. If only I tried doing it earlier in life. All I really need to work on in my life is "Trusting others" and "Talking". Those two things are all I need to make my life amazing. I'm pretty good with everything else as of now. =P
On a side note, I looked at some film editing programs. I actually found a good one for only $200. I may look i...
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Please feel free to read my latest poems. They're my babies, and I've worked so hard on them. Thanks. La Bella Amare
Please feel free to read my latest poems.
They're my babies, and I've worked so hard on them.
Thanks.
La Bella Amare
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right see this: Please could you do me a lovely favour as you are all lovely people and look at some of this very special persons work. http://storywrite.com/alreadyloveuforever Their work, especially the poems are really cute and beautiful. Please could you...
right see this:
Please could you do me a lovely favour as you are all lovely people and look at some of this very special persons work.
http://storywrite.com/alreadyloveuforever
Their work, especially the poems are really cute and beautiful. Please could you possible read a few and drop him some comments
I would be very gratefull And...i said i would lure u with the cyber chcolate i send you
xxxxxxxxx
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My ocd has been begging me to organize for the past few days, so here's my list of NaPoMo poems for this year. (I still want to write that as "NaPoWriMo".) Well, that kind of fell apart. I think I'll try again next month, and only post the ones I really like on Allpoetry, rather than trying to update every day. When I post everything here, I feel my poems should be more of a "finished produc...
My ocd has been begging me to organize for the past few days, so here's my list of NaPoMo poems for this year. (I still want to write that as "NaPoWriMo".)
Well, that kind of fell apart. I think I'll try again next month, and only post the ones I really like on Allpoetry, rather than trying to update every day. When I post everything here, I feel my poems should be more of a "finished product", so it starts to stifle my creative process.
01 nightwatcher
02 crumble
03 returning glances for spare change
04 thirst
05 busy hands
06 lately
07 flush
08 colour
09 notions
10 blue
11 struggle
12 care
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by Aingeal
on Feb 27 7:10 PM, In Poetry.
100 words.
All.
0 comments.
I came across a poem on deviantart.com. I fell in love with it and I think others will love it and see a wee bit of themselves in it, too. The poem is called Porcelain Doll and it is by deadlypoison685. The poem: http://deadlypoison695.devia...
I came across a poem on deviantart.com. I fell in love with it and I think others will love it and see a wee bit of themselves in it, too. The poem is called Porcelain Doll and it is by deadlypoison685. The poem: http://deadlypoison695.deviantart.com/art/Porcelain-Doll-7592862
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So, I am slowly but surely working on releasing a second book of poetry. But before we even dwell on that great day, I have a question to ask. What is a good publisher to use? I know of LuLu.com and Wordclay. And also, please tell me why you think they are good.
So, I am slowly but surely working on releasing a second book of poetry. But before we even dwell on that great day, I have a question to ask.
What is a good publisher to use? I know of LuLu.com and Wordclay. And also, please tell me why you think they are good.
Thank you.
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I've posted tons of encouraging, inspiring poems. Feel free to read them. Love, BellaAmare
I've posted tons of encouraging, inspiring poems. Feel free to read them.
Love,
BellaAmare
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Hello People, I love writing and all your poetry. Now, to the point, my new genre or subject I shall write about is: Astronomy. Every writer usually has a genre or subject they are focused on. That is my temporary genre. BellaAmare
Hello People,
I love writing and all your poetry. Now, to the point, my new genre or subject I shall write about is: Astronomy. Every writer usually has a genre or subject they are focused on. That is my temporary genre.
BellaAmare
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UWP 'LOVE' COMPETITION JANUARY 2010 Are you a Unique Christian Writer? Unique Writing Publications (UK) cordially invites Christian writers from all over the globe who are aged 16 + to submit one poem and one short story for their yearly "LOVE" theme competition PRIZE FOR BEST SHORT STORY £100
UWP 'LOVE' COMPETITION JANUARY 2010
Are you a Unique Christian Writer?
Unique Writing Publications (UK) cordially invites Christian writers from all over the globe who are aged 16 + to submit one poem and one short story for their yearly "LOVE" theme competition
PRIZE FOR BEST SHORT STORY
£100
UNIQUE TROPHY, CERTIFICATE & SILK RED ROSE
PRIZE FOR BEST POEM
£50
UNIQUE TROPHY, CERTIFICATE & SILK RED ROSE
POEMS must not exceed 30 lines - SHORT-STORIES up to 1,500 words
ENTRY FEES: £3:00 for poem and £5:00 per story
(maximum one story and one poem).
ALL ENTRIES MUST BE IN BY NOON: MAY 30th, 2010
ALL (UK) ENTRIES MUST BE ACCOMPANIED BY A FULLY COMPLETED ENTRY FORM WHICH CAN BE OBTAINED BY SENDING A FULL STAMPED ADDRESS ENVELOPE TO:
Unique Writing Publications (UK), 2 Annexe, High Leigh Conference Centre, Hoddesdon, Herts, EN11 - 8SG, England.
OVERSEAS ENTRIES PLEASE REQUEST ENTRY FORM FROM:
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