angeleyes
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Post by angeleyes on Oct 7, 2005 21:23:16 GMT
I know we've got a Poetry thread to post our favourite poetry, but I wondered if anyone wanted to share some stuff that they've written? It can be anything you like, hence the title 'Creative Writing' - poetry, short stories, etc. I've found it quite hard to share my poetry before, I think cos I'm afraid of people's opinions! but at the moment I'm in a creative spurt and have decided not to throw away anything I like - cos writing is like painting in that way. Come back to it later on and there'll be something you like about it. This just started with the first line, and then I just generally... gibbered on I'm intending to find a poem generator at some point, which spews out random phrases to start poems with to help me be spontanously creative that way. [Untitled]
Silence in the night sky The world sleeps And turns a blind eye, Blissfully unaware of the magic That sparkles in the dark.
Softly do the stars shine, Beyond the reach of the living and surround our keeper of time - So pale and mysterious As he watches the night pass over us.
Patiently the magic waits, still, quietly, knowing it is getting late and time to move on soon.. To gently disappear.
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Post by angeleyes on Oct 7, 2005 21:50:18 GMT
Just thought I'd also share a (very) short story, also made in a random outburst of creativity earlier this year. It gives an insight into my sense of humour, and desire to be original! I also like playing with words and language. This was inspired by what we did in a couple of music lectures last year at uni, and Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky. I never knew how enjoyable making up random nonsense words were, even though I did a bit during the days I was writing a short novel The Adventures of the Pifflemuss [/u] A few things about the Pifflemuss:
The Pifflemuss, is a weeble glanger. And in being a snarb, it also likes to eat the sweet Lye Lye from its eternally beautiful habitat - known as the Wimmel.'Twas midnight one fine day, when the Pifflemuss went skatching into the woods. Snaffling and goozleing here and there, he queegled with joy, dancing and bandering. He travelled far, sweating as the woods grew increasingly colder, for glangers like the Pifflemuss were very healthy. Feeling quite kwiley, he found the need to rest for the remainder of his journey...until suddenly, he heard a Glopper come smarking between the pitterkops! Marfed, he liffled away towards the glongerdips, and veeboed - shaking and gippering. The Glopper, clawking and spickling as it drew nearer, caught the Pifflemuss' scent and cried "Sfpitch! Sfpitch!" knowing he had found a weeble glanger to prey on. Stealthily he meeped and eebed, snaffling around the glongerdips. Whatever would the Pifflemuss do? To be continued...
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Post by Naughty10382 on Oct 8, 2005 20:16:16 GMT
Lovely poem and very funny story angeleyes!
Here is a poem I wrote quite a while back...
You weren’t there when I needed to hold you You weren’t there when I needed your touch You weren’t there to share in my life You weren’t there to see me smile
You weren’t there when I was happy You weren’t there when I felt down You weren’t there as I lay in my bed You weren’t there to pull me round
You weren’t there if I was scared You weren’t there to hold my hand You weren’t there as I lay crying You weren’t there to understand
You weren’t there when I had success You weren’t there as I felt depressed You weren’t there when I wanted you You weren’t there but I love you true
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Post by Mirela on Oct 8, 2005 20:18:31 GMT
Lovely poem and very funny story angeleyes!
Here is a poem I wrote quite a while back... You weren’t there when I needed to hold you You weren’t there when I needed your touch You weren’t there to share in my life You weren’t there to see me smile You weren’t there when I was happy You weren’t there when I felt down You weren’t there as I lay in my bed You weren’t there to pull me round You weren’t there if I was scared You weren’t there to hold my hand You weren’t there as I lay crying You weren’t there to understand You weren’t there when I had success You weren’t there as I felt depressed You weren’t there when I wanted you You weren’t there but I love you true That's lovely
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Post by jasmine on Oct 8, 2005 20:43:37 GMT
Lovely poem naughty. You will have to put up a picture of the Pifflemuss angel
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