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Portfolio of the Insane [White's Musings]
Alright... Writing has always been something I've wanted to do and it's always been something I've done, even if it wasn't too terribly good... I'll be putting my poetry as well as my stories in here and it will be like a Journal if anything... It will not be updated on the first page, but throughout the entire thread... On random pages. So, in other words... If you keep up with the thread from the beginning then you probably will not miss a thing. <3 Thank you for reading and holding an interest in my works. [Navigation] Poetry: [Happy Birthday Brother] [Murderer] [Ultimate Loss] [Mess] [Follow Me] [Dark] [Lifeless] [The Real Me] [Smoldering Lies] |
This is one of the first poems I ever wrote... Besides the one I've written about my favorite dog that passed away as a cruel twist of fate... January 31, 2007 Happy Birthday, Brother Blood spatters the ground, I fall, but hear no sound. The grass is wet under my skin, I try to fight the dark, but there's no way to win. Then I see the flashing lights, people are shouting, Must be the police, they should be scouting, Looking for the one that did this, Tortured me with the razor blade's kiss. We shall both have a price to pay, He will go to jail, but I will die today. One price is worse than the other, Bad enough, he was my brother. I looked up to him, But my vision seems to dim. An officer stands over me, I think I can barely see. I felt like I should cry, Then he said "She's going to die." I hope you are happy now, my dearest brother, I just wonder what you will tell mother. I guess I will never know, Because now, it's the end of my show. I don't feel the blood anymore, My neck and wrist- no longer sore. Then I realize, That this is my brother's surprise. Brother, you will never forget my Birthday, Because on that day, you took my life away. |
No one has posted here... And I want to add another poem... So, I'm just going to do it. xP Murderer Silence falls over the entire crowd, Like a flash of lightning, only not very loud. Crimson pools in the middle of all this, Everyone stares, a sight they cannot resist. The body falls to the ground, never to move again. How can the crowd explain? There's no way to begin. A stench arises as the scene begins to repeat. It's the smell of death, the smell of defeat. Thick crimson still spreads on the floor, Realization explodes, making this something more. And now the silent bystanders are backing away, No longer do they want to watch, or stay. Metal falls to the ground, clattering lightly, Sirens approach, lights flashing brightly. The investigation will not last very long, The evidence is obvious, murderer strong. Some people wondered why he didn't run, But he knew it was over, caught, it's done. Murderer gazes down at the knife, Not even caring that they took someone's life. He poicks it up carefully, out of the blood. The corner was covered in a crimson flood. He carefully presses the blade to his wrist, The Murderer takes a deep breath, makes a fist. Murderer harshly scraped it across his skin, His life is over anyway, no way to win. Blood drips, already adding to the large pool. Murderer presses the blade deeper, suicide-- cruel. He'd be dead before the police arriced on the scene, No one would be arrested, Murderer's record, clean. The stench of death gets stronger and stronger, With two bodies, the stench would linger... Longer. Murdered and Suicide both lay there dead, Suicide's wrist slit, Murdered stabbed instead. The police finally decide to show, But they missed two deaths in a row. The crowd disperses, nothing left to see here. But the memory remains, always vivid and clear. |
See, I really like the writing forums here. I had a short story posted myself but removed it after getting a case of the shyness. I should maybe re post it, but I could possible write a freshy instead ( which could be more fun)
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Yeah. You could do that. I've been meaning to read everything that's in here. I love writing forums... Since, I'm a writer myself. xP |
Ultimate Loss The beating quickens... The breathing deepens... Nothing makes sense... As the knowledge steepens... Then your hand... Becomes acquainted with your chest... As you finally realize... This is not like all the rest... Now the panic ensues... As your heart beat slows... Your body is simply shaking... As the tear trail flows... Knees hit the floor... As the wall becomes a brace... Emotions drip from your eyes... As your heart is stuck in a race... Life crashes down around you... As you finally have the courage to look... To see what you already knew... But, you are an open book... People are crowded around you... Trying to comfort the best they can... But it;s no use... Because this wasn't part of your plan.. .Running from the room, You can't stand to be there any more... Only one things proves you were ever there... And that would be the tears on the floor. How could they all understand anyway? They weren't connected like you... But... Without your father... There's nothing left to do... |
I love these so so much |
Awwwww. Thank you, Morgan. It means a lot. x] <3 |
Welcome love! |
Mess They tried to fix me. They just made a bigger mess. They tried to love me. They just turned out like all the rest. I am a pretty little corpse. You saunter in. Mouth full of hope and promise... Eyes full of lies and rapist... Hands full of rope and sadist... All behind that innocent smile... That melts my resistance... Come inside, I am open wide... Pretty little corpse with no place to hide... No peace for the freak. Hang me up. Back where I belong, right? Tell them whatever you want when you see them. I won't. |
Follow Me Crystaline words to soothe the soul, Love so true, to make you feel whole. Close your eyes, feel the words, Ready to shiver from what you've heard? Come, take a stroll in my mind, To be amazed by what you find. We'll skip the first door, for your safety, The second door too... Hmm, maybe. Yes, the third door is safe, come in, My morbid thoughts can now begin. Blood, torture, look the other way, No, they won't leave. Yes, here to stay. Let's move on to door number four, Yes, come here. The torture, no more. Here is the next place we will go, But first- Something you should know. Be sure to close the door when you are out, Yes, it will be bad, do not doubt! The door is closed? Good, we'll move on, Oh, yes. When you close the door, it's gone. You can't go back to the same door 'till next time, No, I'm your guide, I won't resign! You don't like it? Then leave please, Don't waste my time, you're a disease. If you don't like it, then I want you gone, But for those of you that care, let's move on. Now, shall we proceed? Come this way... Follow me. |
I love this! |
You would, you freak. XD |
Interesting poetry, nicely done. I've only been good with lymrics myself, along with short stories I keep to myself.
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I've written a few short stories myself, but I'm not sure if they should be posted on here... xD |
Heh heh I know the feeling. I've run more stories through my head than I have written them down, but I use them mostly to amuse myself.
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I always forget about this thread for some reason. xD I guess I just don't expect people to post in here. |
Dark I walked closer and closer near, Reluctantly staring into the mir. I don't know why this scares me so much, I pull my hand up, my face, I have to touch. My fingers scrape the reflection on the glass, I look down, not wanting to remember my past. The features on my face are no longer clear, Just a dark silhoutte staring back from the mir. I take a step back, not believing it was me, But the reflection moved as I did, Directly. I just stared at the darkness I despised, The darkness, only I could see, no one else realized. This was always something I never wanted, My spirit, saddly, has always been haunted. The voices in my head continue to break me down, They bring me to my knees- to the cold ground. I continue to stare, the mirror taunting my being, I can't look away, even though I hate what I'm seeing. I look down at my hands, it's completely black, I shake my head, and take a step back. The mirror no longer shows me lies, My skin is now as black as night skies. The truth is now inside- as well as out, People will look at me and no longer doubt. Everyone will know I live up to my name, Dark, what people call me, makes me feel shamed. But now I am the dark silhouette- defeat, There's nothing I can do... Now the darkness is complete. |
oohhh they are really amazing white <3
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Thank you so much!! <333 That means a lot. x] -Looks for the next one to post- |
your welcome X3
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[Lifeless] Hoping, Weeping, For things that can not be, Then the lies start seeping, Still, no one else can see. Wishing, Dreaming, For an eternity, But all you see gleaming, Is what everyone else can see. Trembling, Dying, Afraid of other's sins. But in the end everyone cries, Truth be told, no one wins. Drowning, Hating, Things are always your fault, People are waiting, Spilling the salt. Whimpering, Rocking, Now you have your eternity, All the boats are docking, But you stay where everyone else can see. Lifeless, Cold, Your eternity is death. You still feel bold, But, this, no one else can see. |
[The Real Me] The people all say that I have problems, But I disagree. They just do not see the real me... I'm just a unique soul, At least, that's what mother tells me. But the sadistic thoughts won't leave me be. Sometimes I just want to die, All I can do is sit there and cry. I go to school with cuts on my arm The people all whisper, thinking I caused this harm. But they think right, It's just not a pretty sight... People always ask me if I'm okay, But I never have to say... Because the answer is always the same. Most people that judge me & don't even know my name, I'm tired of the stereotype, Being like my isn't just a lie. I have feelings that no one can believe, My biggest fear is to be decieved, By the ones I care for the most, And then sit there and cry as they boast, About how they killed me inside and out. Then I can go home and shout, As I cut on my skin some more, Basking in the blood and gore... The people say that I have problems, And I agree, Even though they don't see the real me... |
Yes, I think I've read all these at one point. XD
You know I enjoy your poetry. I really have to say I love Dark the most out of these. <3 |
x] Dark and Murderer are my two favorites. Also, YAY. Someone posted. XD Now I can post another poem. [/searches for one] |
[Smoldering Lies] Bite my neck and tell me that you love me, Maybe that will pull me out of my reverie. But don't say the three words unless you mean them, If you don't then the words cut like a broken glass rim. But I'm used to that pain anyway, Those are the only words, to me, people seem to say. No one ever means that phrase, Even though they utter it to me for days. I know what they really think, And it makes my heart sink, To know that people will lie to me like that, They think they are sneaky as a cat. But I always know, And the pain and loneliness seem to grow. Every time some one lies, They can come up with the craziest alibis. So I just stay alone, Never answering the phone. Bite my neck and then go to die, While I lay here in the lies and cry... |
I really like that one. :D
I wish I could rhyme and it be good like this. Mine sound very forced and not as deep as I could without rhyming. |
I enjoy to have them flowing like this very much. <3 |
Oh my... I should post some of my newer things in here. @_@ |
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