Any writers in here....

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

Anybody in here write? Be it poetry, prose, whatever.

I've been writing poetry for a few years now - it's good stuff. I'll post some of my pieces if anyone is actually interested

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[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

Fu*k it, I just finished something that i'm really **** proud of. One of the best things i've written in a long ass time. Any comments welcome

The strongest grip on reality will exist in the clutch of imagery

So goals and dreams should be high with a slight touch of symmetry

Let disruptive divinity be key until a piece of the soul deceases

Away into a mirror universe where peace as a whole decreases

And full increases of wisdom must be injected to rulers in vain

Admonish the anonymous till they're respected and blue in the face

As the truest gauge of strength is ascending unsurmounted steps

Resulting in no literal progress because truth is found in jest

So surrounded by death and violence, silence is aural pleasure

Now to cope with problems suicide becomes a normal measure

But this stormy weather has flooded out all the pathways to take

And now vampires even agree to meet halfway with the stake

I gasp at the hate that brandishly branded us with deformities

So war is shooting the cannons abandoned in famines of authorty

Now i'm stranded in conformity, but i'm really not a fan of fear

I'd rather be pumping lead into the foreheads of my granite peers

But the man in the mirror is no longer me, my face has foiled me

Thus this urn makes me yearn for the slightest taste of loyalty

'Cause the snakes in royalty conspire with liars for hideous schemes

And the underworld of anarchy is blind to the oblivious kings

Hence living to dream results with your mind being torn from sanity

So dream to live because the truth of reality is born in fantasy

 

[Heresy 10+ year member]

I used to write all types of papers and stories when I was being graded on them but since then, I really haven't cared much about writing. I have good grammar(when I care) and have a large vocabulary(along with word origins, foreign phrases that make you sound smart, etc.). I got A's and B's on every one of my papers but I don't think it really warrents any merit until you start writing for yourself. I could and still can ******** most any subject but I've only been proud of works which I have written without any pressure from professors or other people.

If no one read the above or just became confused by it, the answer is "Yes, I do write, but only when it is something that means something."

 

[Corsica 5,000+ posts]

Originally posted by Gauntlet Fu*k it, I just finished something that i'm really **** proud of. One of the best things i've written in a long ass time. Any comments welcome

 

 

The strongest grip on reality will exist in the clutch of imagery

So goals and dreams should be high with a slight touch of symmetry

Let disruptive divinity be key until a piece of the soul deceases

Away into a mirror universe where peace as a whole decreases

And full increases of wisdom must be injected to rulers in vain

Admonish the anonymous till they're respected and blue in the face

As the truest gauge of strength is ascending unsurmounted steps

Resulting in no literal progress because truth is found in jest

So surrounded by death and violence, silence is aural pleasure

Now to cope with problems suicide becomes a normal measure

But this stormy weather has flooded out all the pathways to take

And now vampires even agree to meet halfway with the stake

I gasp at the hate that brandishly branded us with deformities

So war is shooting the cannons abandoned in famines of authorty

Now i'm stranded in conformity, but i'm really not a fan of fear

I'd rather be pumping lead into the foreheads of my granite peers

But the man in the mirror is no longer me, my face has foiled me

Thus this urn makes me yearn for the slightest taste of loyalty

'Cause the snakes in royalty conspire with liars for hideous schemes

And the underworld of anarchy is blind to the oblivious kings

Hence living to dream results with your mind being torn from sanity

So dream to live because the truth of reality is born in fantasy

Dude lace it over a beat. this could be awsome

I write when someone or something inspires me. I cannot just write for writings sake. Its just not me. I write poems stories and reviews. They usually have alot of bad typing.

J

 

[violator5spd 10+ year member]

Originally posted by Gauntlet The strongest grip on reality will exist in the clutch of imagery

So goals and dreams should be high with a slight touch of symmetry

Let disruptive divinity be key until a piece of the soul deceases

Away into a mirror universe where peace as a whole decreases

And full increases of wisdom must be injected to rulers in vain

Admonish the anonymous till they're respected and blue in the face

As the truest gauge of strength is ascending unsurmounted steps

Resulting in no literal progress because truth is found in jest

So surrounded by death and violence, silence is aural pleasure

Now to cope with problems suicide becomes a normal measure

But this stormy weather has flooded out all the pathways to take

And now vampires even agree to meet halfway with the stake

I gasp at the hate that brandishly branded us with deformities

So war is shooting the cannons abandoned in famines of authorty

Now i'm stranded in conformity, but i'm really not a fan of fear

I'd rather be pumping lead into the foreheads of my granite peers

But the man in the mirror is no longer me, my face has foiled me

Thus this urn makes me yearn for the slightest taste of loyalty

'Cause the snakes in royalty conspire with liars for hideous schemes

And the underworld of anarchy is blind to the oblivious kings

Hence living to dream results with your mind being torn from sanity

So dream to live because the truth of reality is born in fantasy

Very nice man...your remind me of my cousin, he uses lots of "big" words with his rhyming. I like it though, go ahead and post some more if you'd like, I'll read it.

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

I'm searching for truth, traversing the whispers in wonderment

Recovered from youth, but still nursing the blisters of government

Betrayal ecnompasses reality, so im stuck dreaming of treason

Seeing the demon in my mirror portrayed as being a heathen

So lost in this loss of reason, my soul has become sheer fiction

Living in this comfortable casket sadly full of fear and conviction

Crying tears of wisdom with futile hopes to drown the wizardry

Listening to Satan preaching lies to cope the with the sound of misery

Becoming brainwashed, finding truth to be ignorance as bliss

Following the crowd to avoid the slight signifcance of risk

Its like trying to weather the tides while tied to the dock in typhoons

Stuck in ageless labor, carving myself in white chalk to hide wounds

Trying to regain vision, but left with dilated eyes of glass

Looking for the horizon but it's faded in the guise of black

I catch myself from third eye blind - silhouette of a dead man walking

Bottled up an homage to honesty, left stalking instead of talking

Time to kill this plague, progress towards a form of prosperity

Inject innocence until my breath is worn and torn from the clarity

Because it's imperative to be impartial until you're suspended in gravity

Then fight to the death with the lowly defendants of tragedy

Angels gets their wings when men refuse to die in complacency

So I will live eternally, only dying when the sky has no vacancy

Because people only look ugly when wearing an empty mask for sin

And the spirit is only fiction when the soul has collapsed within