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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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