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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 23, 2010 14:33:21 GMT
i like that one, especially at the beginning. I hope its mostly ficticous though, its christmas!
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 23, 2010 16:46:48 GMT
at this time of night only the lonely sit up my hand writes words to fill the void you left but they cannot hope to fill the distance between us the distance in your voice.
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Post by theatrics on Dec 23, 2010 20:08:46 GMT
I think that is one of your best peices, the shortness of it works I hope it's not true either as it's christmas Spiral lol. This poem seems like there is a story behind it? Like the bus one perhaps?
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 23, 2010 20:41:40 GMT
I suppose its about when my last relationship was failing, and I ended up awake very late writing on most nights.
I love writing about that girl on the bus, she'd probably find it incredibly weird.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 23, 2010 21:52:40 GMT
the first line contradicts the entireity of it, but its still very good.
Id like you to write about something else though, to see what comes out, it always seems to be very similar topics?
we've waited, hoped, dreaded too many legs under the table you've avoided my eye all night but now we're accidentally sat side by side legs and waist pushed together i hear you breath quiver as you breathe in. we said we'd avoid this situation at all costs but now we're already there your hand is in mine under the table, away from prying eyes as long as it doesnt go too far the snow and the stars create an atmosphere far too romantic you share my warmth, my taxi, my bed.
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Post by theatrics on Dec 23, 2010 23:31:21 GMT
Well I just won't post them on here anymore then lol. Its the same topi that I think about when I am upset I guess. I can't write when I am happy so.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 23, 2010 23:35:54 GMT
Well I just won't post them on here anymore then lol. Its the same topi that I think about when I am upset I guess. I can't write when I am happy so. no no dont stop posting on here, I didnt mean to offend, I was just saying I think they would be as good as what you write now.
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Post by theatrics on Dec 23, 2010 23:40:48 GMT
Well I understand your criticism. I do write about the same thing sometimes (evidently) for months on end but it does change after a while, so I suppose you've merely kick started the process.
I don't write good stuff Spiral what are you on?! It's ghastly. lol I like your newest- it seems nearly "adulterous", like it isn't allowed? In which case I highly applaud.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 23, 2010 23:44:58 GMT
Well I understand your criticism. I do write about the same thing sometimes (evidently) for months on end but it does change after a while, so I suppose you've merely kick started the process. I don't write good stuff Spiral what are you on?! It's ghastly. lol I like your newest- it seems nearly "adulterous", like it isn't allowed? In which case I highly applaud. it was NOT criticism, it was just an idea i love what you write. also, im glad you picked up on the adulterous theme, i wasnt sure if it had come accross. but dont applaud, nothing happened, im a good boy.
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Post by theatrics on Dec 23, 2010 23:56:15 GMT
Well holding hands under the table is not exactly nothing is it "good boy"?
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 24, 2010 0:01:32 GMT
thats true, but I didnt take her home like the poem insinuates. edit: you didnt need to delete your poem !
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Post by theatrics on Dec 24, 2010 0:20:38 GMT
This is a different topic, just for you Spiral haha What happened to the fable, The princess in the castle? The prince charming come to save her. The fairytales of old. Dead. I picture burnt forest, Flowers that crumble in your hands. Leaves as dry as an old hag’s heart. Blackening. Prince charming never comes. The big strong ape Who came to save her Attention slipped to another pair of tits. His pledge of love ran away with his testicles. This prince charming never existed. Instead we see an un-enchanted forest Filled with disappointment. Reality is no fairytale. Fairytales are happy.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 24, 2010 0:28:54 GMT
thats really good, but, I feel like I have angered you, I hope not.
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Post by theatrics on Dec 24, 2010 0:44:29 GMT
No, it may be upset me because of the realisation that my writing was turning into one dimensional, theme wise anyway. Bar the poem about art and Gogh etc. I am not mad I am thankful someone made me realise it. That last poem is just angry not aimed at anyone lol.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 24, 2010 1:59:07 GMT
oh I know the poem wasnt, but you seem mad otherwise. but anyway, glad to hear it.
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