Erin started it.

( The Centipede WarCollapse )

Interrupted by selfish fixes,
Classical piano and ninetees mixes,
set aside sincerities,
they are pointless and unclear to me,
dependent indecision,
forgive this indecision,
I'll forgive this in decision.


I'm in love with this and it's meaning... or lack thereof.

Ok, guys... Here's a new poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class. I'm going to see if I can single-handedly jump-start this community! Who's with me?

Anyone? Yoo hoo....

The assignment was to write a poem describing a game that would be basically impossible to play. It was a fun, zany assignment. Constructive criticism welcome.

( The Arm-Wrestling Cookie GameCollapse )

There was no way around it... I had stumbled upon the fact that I was clearly insane. Reality had seemed to become as distant as my home in this pointless walk with no ultimate destination. I found myself in the middle of a re-occuring nightmare. Yet I was certain that I was suffering from another case of deja vu. The flickering yellow lights that led me around this empty city made the cold, damp ground appear to be dry. The same cloud followed me and let it's rain pour down directly upon my face. This was the only fact that explained my wet feet, because my sight mislead me to believe that not one of these raindrops had made it to the ground. This city's weather had never led such a direct assult on me in years, yet the journey continued. I couldn't go home knowing that I had spent so much time there in the past few weeks. Maybe I could just keep walking and end up somewhere new. Somewhere that I have never seen, providing some type of rebirth for my life, which seemed to be as half empty as the canals that surrounded the island where I reside.

Would changing my mind be that demanding?



Post free-fall,
from roof tops oh so tall,

Mid free-fall,
no regret at all,

Mid landing,
nearing ground not so understanding.

Landing,
would changing my mind be that demanding?


I can only hope i wont wash ashore



You know me all too well,
warned me of rising tides and swell,
of how my legs would fail and one last breath,
as I become content with my destined death,
making one breath become a worthy last,
in what seems to be hours passed,
the surface has never seemed further away,
even with sunset lighting the way,
I can only hope that I will never be found,
washed upon sandcastles and shell-covered ground.




happy not sad



Happy, I'm so happy,
I'm not writing about death or dismemberment, I'm so happy,
So much that I just want to clappy,
and watch television with a duck named Daffy,
and fill my mouth with laffy taffy,
just because I love being happy,
I dislike the feeling of feeling crappy,
and I didn't say hate 'cause thats not happy...
and if I get lost I can use a mappy,
and widdle some wood with my pappy,
and then I will unset the bear trappy,
cause I want all animals even bears to be happy,
and listen to the music of lil scappy,
and I've typed enough so time for a nappy.

There you go Kates!

Since we have a new member and all (who is the only one who's been posting anything lately) I figured I would help get things up and running again now that I'm off school and have time to do so. Here's a new story, that while is kinda sappy and cliche, I thoroughly enjoyed writing. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Hope ya enjoy it!




My fingers curl around the styrofoam cup of lukewarm coffee. I can feel the water beginning to leak through the holes in my sneakers. I glance at the clock that's hanging over the bar: 7:46 PM. Glance outside. The light spring rain has turned into a steady, gray downpour, only interrupted occasionally by headlights from cars speeding down Woodward. I curse silently for leaving my pack of Marlboro's in the car.

( A Pair of Blue EyesCollapse )

Could the sun just explode across the dead grass,
along with showers allowing spring to pass,
just forget about April it's time for May,
with all of this happening in what seems to be one day,
Into summer with the most possible haste,
just let it be fall we've no time to waste.

If I werent leaving right now, I would go over this about fifteen more times until I was actually content with it.

...But hopefully someone that reads this will be.

Interrupted by selfish fixes,
Classical piano and ninetees mixes,
Dead brain cells and satisfied thirst,
after endless periods of my absolute worst,
the earth has seen better days in it's past,
by the grace of god they could never last...

To be completely honest, I didn't really feel like filling out an application. I've done my fair share of filling out applications lately. Anyways, this is an older one. It's really short as well, but everything I thought of adding to it totally changed it's meaning.

Prior to an establised beginning
Rewarding thoughts filled deserving heads
While trusting in thoughts being substantial reward
And countless reviews with limited doubts
then wandering minds stumbled upon unheard of reality
One idea diverged through the doubt
And destroyed all obstacles despite the odds

I had to edit this after I remembered a Haiku that was part of a project in high school.

Pink cotton candy
Could it be that you're eating
house insulation

I thought it was pretty funny at the time... and how weird... I still do!

Opps,
did you slip?
Yes,
see the drip.

Close yopur eyes,
pute the pressure down.
How sharp
is you crown?

Lines in the sand
stay on your side,
because the sun is to hot,
and your hair is to fried.

Face down,
pick up your flower
because your meat is stale
and your milk just went sour




Indeed...

~Lorrianne