I thought I'd toss my hat into the ring.
I'll post one of my bits, and then if you guys want more, I'll post some of the others. =]
1.
Even in the loudest of places, you will hear me...
My faint whisper carries on the wind...It's currents invading every nook and cranny of your synthetic barriers. Breaking through, and penetrating your very being, it's essence...captivating. Smoothly across your skin, these soundwaves continue to thrive, humming these melodies of hope, and life.
Will this cause a stirring within your soul? I should hope so...
Because after the wind stops blowing...these faint whispers of mine...will echo past your walls...will shatter every glass...will tell every listening ear a story...and stay with you...until this is resolved.
And forever if need be...
...and our world will recreate itself in a separate time and space.
What would you say...
...if I told you the oceans had swallowed us up?
If the tides had left us with nothing but a blank shoreline to write on.
As if it were a message from the strongest waves. A call to rewrite history, and shape the greatest of all countries.
A land, distant from the pollution and conflict of our dry, forgotten souls.
Buried beneath the deepest sky, underneath the crashing waves.
Breathing the water as if it were pure air, we'd sing to the clouds on the darkest of nights. Our thunderous echoes would wake the storm.
While lightning struck, we'd watch from below and laugh, knowing it could never catch us.
As the rain pittered and pattered above our heads, it would break the seal between our world and the next, offering a glimpse into the future.
And turning blindly from the worries of tomorrow...we'd swim away.
Would you believe that?
What would you say?
3.
Deceptive spirals from the rising pit in front of me...
My dignity is one of the few friends I have left. A desperate call from the broken souls flies into the wind...only to be returned frozen, on a bitter current.
Spirits are crushed, their armor is torn, swords shattered from the helm. A devasting defeat from a gallant effort. Clutching for a fragment of hope, I look to my king. Despair has taken him as well, and I look away in disappointment. If not my great leader, who is left to look upon for a brighter horizon?
Calling out once again, my fellow brothers shout!
They are silenced yet again...the silence...
is...deafening.
Hope is an artifact, foreign to me for quite some time...but I will continue to search for it.
Though the wind is cold...my heart shall not reflect it's deathly gaze.
Poetry/Creative Writing by Classicfall
Poetry/Creative Writing by Classicfall
by Classicfall on 11-09-2008 3:25 pm
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RE: Poetry/Creative Writing by Classicfall
by Classicfall on 11-09-2008 8:40 pm
Thanks guys! I added two more. =]
The second one was something I wrote a couple days ago.
The third one, I wrote almost exactly a year ago.
The second one was something I wrote a couple days ago.
The third one, I wrote almost exactly a year ago.
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by ShyGirl on 11-09-2008 9:04 pm
You really have a talent for writing. (:
The second one is my favorite right now.
The second one is my favorite right now.
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RE: Poetry/Creative Writing by Classicfall
by Classicfall on 11-09-2008 9:18 pm
Cool. Good to know, about the second one.
I'm happy to see that my writing has gotten better over the past year, rather than worse.
(Grr, I just realized that I have the word "souls" in every piece I've posted so far)
I'm happy to see that my writing has gotten better over the past year, rather than worse.
(Grr, I just realized that I have the word "souls" in every piece I've posted so far)
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RE: Poetry/Creative Writing by Classicfall
by Classicfall on 11-16-2008 3:35 am
Shimmering in the light, everything held dear.
Deep in our basements and treasure troves, our lockboxes and pieces, we've hidden ourselves.
Everything priceless is held in the light from above our heads. Right at arms length, they remind us of our reasons for living, yet we remain. We stay, crouched and huddled in our oldest clothes, searching for a warm fire to keep our spirits kindled and awake.
From the shadows, we venture out at times.
Thinking ourselves to be candles in the dark, we attempt to communicate with the ones we love.
We gather in groups when the stars can be seen.
We seclude ourselves when the wind blows.
Preparing our beds on the sharpest rocks, we enjoy the tearing.
Claiming the furthest caverns below, we deprive ourselves of potential.
We find happiness in it, and a false sense of hope.
...
And after all this time, I can honestly say that I'm not one of you.
Deep in our basements and treasure troves, our lockboxes and pieces, we've hidden ourselves.
Everything priceless is held in the light from above our heads. Right at arms length, they remind us of our reasons for living, yet we remain. We stay, crouched and huddled in our oldest clothes, searching for a warm fire to keep our spirits kindled and awake.
From the shadows, we venture out at times.
Thinking ourselves to be candles in the dark, we attempt to communicate with the ones we love.
We gather in groups when the stars can be seen.
We seclude ourselves when the wind blows.
Preparing our beds on the sharpest rocks, we enjoy the tearing.
Claiming the furthest caverns below, we deprive ourselves of potential.
We find happiness in it, and a false sense of hope.
...
And after all this time, I can honestly say that I'm not one of you.
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RE: Poetry/Creative Writing by Classicfall
by Classicfall on 11-16-2008 9:30 pm
*bump*
So nobody likes the new piece?
So nobody likes the new piece?
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by Cammiface on 11-25-2008 1:26 am
holy cow!
These are friggen amazing!!
I love them!
You have to post more!!
These are friggen amazing!!
I love them!
You have to post more!!
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RE: Poetry/Creative Writing by Classicfall
by Classicfall on 11-27-2008 12:35 am
It's been nearly a year.
Nearly a year since you've built us up...and so much has changed.
Explosions of life, and color, spinning vividly in our wildest dreams.
Everything we could think of, right off-hand, planned or otherwise was within reach.
There was no sound barrier, we created our own boundaries.
We flew off...we twisted...we fell. We built a separate dimension.
The sun never blinded us, our world was brighter.
Distance was of no limitation, only time. And even then, we conspired against it, plotting ways to overthrow its reign.
The rain, yes...
We would control the clouds, shifting pressure, and space. Bending the storm so it would appeal to us.
As the rain drops fell, you would push them aside, allowing us to run.
As the wind was angered, I would cover you, shielding you from the careless debris.
We would fly...straight through the heart of the most dangerous hurricane.
But you became a victim. You allowed yourself to become vulnerable, where you were once unstoppable.
You stopped allowing others to grieve, and cry...and you did the job for them.
You carried the burdens of the greatest population.
How many times must I tell you, my love?
...You can't bleed for the whole world.
You will destroy yourself. And when that happens, I will forever be to blame. Though the world may reject my theory...In my mind, I'll know that it was my fault.
Even if it isn't true.
My world has lost it's light without you.
Come back.
Nearly a year since you've built us up...and so much has changed.
Explosions of life, and color, spinning vividly in our wildest dreams.
Everything we could think of, right off-hand, planned or otherwise was within reach.
There was no sound barrier, we created our own boundaries.
We flew off...we twisted...we fell. We built a separate dimension.
The sun never blinded us, our world was brighter.
Distance was of no limitation, only time. And even then, we conspired against it, plotting ways to overthrow its reign.
The rain, yes...
We would control the clouds, shifting pressure, and space. Bending the storm so it would appeal to us.
As the rain drops fell, you would push them aside, allowing us to run.
As the wind was angered, I would cover you, shielding you from the careless debris.
We would fly...straight through the heart of the most dangerous hurricane.
But you became a victim. You allowed yourself to become vulnerable, where you were once unstoppable.
You stopped allowing others to grieve, and cry...and you did the job for them.
You carried the burdens of the greatest population.
How many times must I tell you, my love?
...You can't bleed for the whole world.
You will destroy yourself. And when that happens, I will forever be to blame. Though the world may reject my theory...In my mind, I'll know that it was my fault.
Even if it isn't true.
My world has lost it's light without you.
Come back.
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by Narcotic Bliss on 11-27-2008 12:45 am
Aww, that one was really sweet, and well written.
These are really good Classicfall, can't wait to see more
These are really good Classicfall, can't wait to see more
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