Old 07-03-2003, 03:14 PM
Any of you schmoes write?

I can imagine some schmoes being incredible writers and I was just wondering if anyone wrote (short stories, poetry etc). I used to write short stories but I kinda gave up on that after inspiration ran dry.
I'll start us off by posting a poem I've wrote recently (this thread isn't going to be an endless charade of congratulating people on their wonderful writing) and its called Possession.

He holds her in his arms
trying not to let go,
He loves her, she knows that
Yet the time has come.

So she kisses him tenderly
On The Lips...
His lips, warm and welcoming
Her lips, ruby red.

They merge together
temporarily becoming the same person
for they love each other so
this is the last glimpse of her.

He was in possession
of such a porcelain doll,
The doll who was
this lovely young girl.

She exits the room,
wiping back a tear
which mixes with her make-up
making her look so delicate, fragile...

The door is slammed shut
and he lies back on the bed,
the meeting is over
and she is gone, gone for good...

The pain is agonising
and he will never survive,
he opens the window
and jumps.

While he falls,
he thinks one last thought
and that is of himself,
possessed by her heavenly love.
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Old 07-03-2003, 06:00 PM
that was solid scottish,and yes,i wrote like 3 poems,but lost touch of them...all sucked anyway,but its the meaning thats important eh?

i write stories,frequently have tried atleast,but I personally like just writing scripts.
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Old 07-03-2003, 06:30 PM
i have written many many poems. nearly got around to get published once, but i had one or two medical complications, and when i came out of the hospital,i never carried it through.

also, i used to have certain depressive problems and that fueled my creative drive. i find it really hard to create now that i am a happy, well adjusted person. i sometimes manage the odd one or two verses though

i am a bit shy about sharing...
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Old 07-03-2003, 07:13 PM

s-m-f, That was a good poem. The only poems I have ever written all sucked, in my opinion anyway. I do however write the occasionally good short story.
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Old 07-04-2003, 06:07 AM
Hell yes, I write!

I write every single day. I try to write about 2,000 words a day. I write novels (mostly) and short stories (sometimes - but they are much harder than novels because you have to know exactly what's going to happen and exactly how it'll end). I've never written any poetry because I enjoy telling long stories full of quirky characters - so poetry isn't the medium for me.

I like to read poetry, though - and I reallt enjoyed your poem at the start of the thread, Scottish_Movie_Freak.
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Old 07-04-2003, 01:11 PM
I've written sporadically for about ten years, but, and it still hurts to admit this, I don't really have what is required. I have neither the skill not the patience to make it as a writer. I have dozens of fragments of short stories and ideas for novels and even several chapters that were the result of a couple of aborted attempts at writing a horror novel. When I add it all up it pretty much amounts to a lot of wasted hours wracking my brain only to be left with pages and pages of sub-amateur drivel. I'm planning on giving it another shot soon.
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Old 07-04-2003, 04:01 PM
I am beginning to write novels now.

My writing life started like this:

Freshman year in HS and so on
Short Stories
Longer Stories
Longer Poems
Stranger Stories and Poems
Short Screenplays, stories, and poems
Long, Short Screenplay, some stories
Short screenplays
Now I am just thinking and have 8 scripts, and 4 novels under production with no time to do it.
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Old 07-04-2003, 07:10 PM
I've tried writing scripts before but I really find that too difficult and time consuming. Poetry and short stories are more my sort of thing.
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Old 07-05-2003, 06:07 AM
I'm mostly in writing poetry, but I can write stories and plays.
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Old 07-05-2003, 09:27 AM
I wrote a couple of plays in French, both of which were played on stage at my school and the audience seemed to like. I also wrote a few poems a while back, some of them in English, so if I can just find 'em, I'll post 'em...and let you folks make fun of me.

I also write screenplays, of course...but that's another story.
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Old 07-05-2003, 09:29 AM
Oh, and I also wrote a novel, once. Worked several years on it, worked very hard, and it got rejected by every single publisher I sent it to. Still, they all sent me handwritten notes saying I had potential and just needed to work on it some more and mature my style and I might have something...and that's a great motivation. Most of the time, when you get rejected, you get a custom typed letter -- I got special ones from everyone. It's encouraging.
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Old 07-05-2003, 02:29 PM
I write short stories and poetry (very dark poetry). One of these days I'll post one of 'em.
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Old 07-05-2003, 10:29 PM
I won first prize in my University Writing Contest in May for my poem "Wheat Fields."
I also won third prize for my personal essay "Education Inspiration."

I'm not bragging. I like writing, and I think I'll try a few short stories eventually. I have tons of ideas in my head. Also, I want to write some screenplays, because lord knows I have plenty of them in my head too, but I lack the time.
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Old 07-07-2003, 12:06 PM

The problem with being a writer is that staring at a blank page with a pen in your hand becomes work.
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Old 07-08-2003, 01:47 AM
I've won a playwrighting competition a few times, and nearly had a poem published. I write constantly, whether it is a script, a short story, a novel, the occasional (and usually awful) poem, and always in a journal.
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Old 07-08-2003, 07:22 AM
My first novel is on its way for getting published. I've written some short stories earlier but never published any until I was convinced I should go along with this one. Maybe it would be all done by the start of 2004 .. I hope!
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Old 07-08-2003, 09:05 AM

Hey Congratulations Jedi, I hope it's a hit.
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Old 07-08-2003, 05:54 PM
Originally posted by Shatter
Hey Congratulations Jedi, I hope it's a hit.
Oh! Thanx! but writing books isn't much of a job here. But I do it coz I like it.
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Old 07-12-2003, 03:42 PM
Does nobody have the courage to post some of their work?
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Old 07-13-2003, 03:54 AM
I have been known to pen some pretty dark poetry in my day. I also write short stories when I get the inspiration. I wrote one song to play on guitar but it took me 2 years to finish it because I am really just THAT anal.

It's a very good creative outlet though. Sometimes it's nice to spill our hearts and souls onto paper.
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Old 07-13-2003, 03:55 AM
Originally posted by scottish-movie-freak
Does nobody have the courage to post some of their work?
In a word...Yes

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Old 07-13-2003, 04:09 AM
Here's some I've written:

A silent sigh
A gentle whisper
That uncomfortable moment of silence
A fading pain
That I'm slowing losing forever
That smile on your face
That I'll always remember
To dream another dream
Where I'm fighting for a girl like you
Is a mad, mad, mad plan
That I wouldn't mind diving into


A feeling I can't control
A passion that will forever withstand
That sensation in my heart
That's as indescriable as man
To hold your hand would be pricless
To be in your heart
An even greater gift
To know that you care and will always be there
A privlege to any breathing man
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Old 07-13-2003, 04:18 AM
I retract my statement-- some of us do have the courage to post our personal work. Notchreturns, for one.

And let me tell you, that is truly beautiful. Wow. For once, I am speechless.
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Old 07-13-2003, 08:15 AM

Wow notch, that was good stuff.... I find most unpublished poems to be pretentious and stuffy, but I really liked those two.

I also like yours, Scotty, good work.
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Old 07-13-2003, 09:04 AM
Okay, this stuff is pretty dark.

Before the Moment by Paul Dirk
You brought me here
Right to the edge
Now everyone's watching
What will you do?
Will you still be here-
After the moment of truth?
Will you help me dig-
My resting place?
Nothing is alright
Life isn't worth living
Has it ever been?
Death isn't worth grieving
Especially mine


Dead to the World by Paul Dirk
Nobody would notice
If I were to die
Only my mother
Would be there to cry
I wasn't ever here
I never will be
I'd rather be alone
Then have you with me
I'm dead to the world
Just like before
My pain is your pleasure
You give me some more
Faith is something
That I don't possess
I left my soul with God
He made me a mess
I learned to love
Way back then
I cut myself
To feel again
The only things I feel
Is heartache and rage
I live in solitude
Inside my cage
I'm dead to the world
It's nothing new
Suicide is easy
This much is true
Give up on me
And go on with life
Don't live on the other end
Of the knife
Everything fades
More and more
Like a slit
Turning into a sore
I'm dead to the world
Already faded
Engraved in stone
My death is belated


White Room by Paul Dirk
I sit in a white room
Black curtains pulled shut
Right from the bottle
Hello, good bye, good luck
I sit in a white room
Black curtains pulled shut
Sipping smoke
Hello, good bye, good luck
I sit in a white room
Black curtains pulled shut
Dropping acid
Hello, good bye, good luck
I sit in a white room
Black curtains pulled shut
Rolled up dollar bills
Hello, good bye, good luck
I sit in a white room
Black curtains pulled shut
Needle in my arm
Hello, good bye, good luck
I die in a white room
Black curtains pulled shut
Choking on bile
Hello, good bye, good luck


Goodbye Sunlight by Paul Dirk
Lost in an internal struggle
Drugs and alcohol
Lost in the darkness
Goodbye sunlight
Goodbye to you all
This life never wanted
A bastard without a care
Nobody ever wanted
To claim me as theirs
Maybe Jesus loves me
Maybe he isn't real
But I'm too tired
Way too tired to care
As I close my eyes
I try to clear my mind
Once again I fail
Just like everything else
The sun is permanently set
Will never rise again
These are my last moments
Goodbye sunlight
Goodbye to you all


These are just a few samples from three whole books of poetry. What do you think?
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Old 07-13-2003, 06:19 PM
Good stuff, P&J. Poems about sadness are always the most effective.
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Old 07-14-2003, 12:58 AM
Thanks for the nice words FlowrChild and Shaw. I guess when the material is close to your heart, it's bound it show good results.

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Old 07-14-2003, 09:56 PM
Very nice work P&J and Notch. I write frequently. Poetry and short stories. Here's one of my favs that I've written...

~The Beast~

I scream on the inside
the void that is my soul mocks me with an echo,
reminding me ever eternally of my loss.
Never to life again, but to live forever.
Darkness closes in and my hunger....swells
As if conjured by the night itself my sheep strolls into view unaware of anything, like all sheep.
I wait hoping my beast will subside but the prey stops. waits. Does she wait for me?
The darkness?
Or the bus?
Why does she taunt me so?
She must know.
Know I wait.
Know it waits.....inside.
My scream becomes a duet.
I fight with my beast, clawing my face and licking the wounds. Again it grows stronger.
Pining me we stare.
I blink.
It roars, I scream, the sheep bolts.
As our pain rips across the streets,
echoing through the empty buildings.
With my speed she has no hope.
With my beast at the wheel she has no prayer.
With my hunger quenched she has no life.
That hour only took minutes.
And my beast sleeps again, leaving me the mess of its party. Again I say that was the last one.
My beast wiggles in it's slumber.
Almost a laugh I hear.
Again I scream on the inside.

Copyright Erica Lynn
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Old 07-16-2003, 04:52 AM
Here's some I've written tonight, for those of you who care:

I could've gone to that place
But I didn't understand
A method far inside me
Unmasked by fear, drenched deep within me
Crying and shaken
Tears of dread lying around
Naked for all to see me
Too afraid to shout it all out


A cunning silence ripping me down
Defying my laws
Changing my very thought
A masterplan that ceases to begin
An old, dodgy way fighting for my heart
I look around
Many strangers I see
Deep around the corners and far past the edge
There is still one for me, I can see
Far out there, beyond all corners...
... I hope she sees me
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Old 07-16-2003, 06:58 AM
When Will God Leave Me Be? by Paul Dirk
Every single waking moment
At the same waking time
I awake to the same old day
Everything is frozen
In a constant moment of grief
When will God leave me be?
Happiness is held away from me
As I hear the creator's laughter
Nobody wants me here on Earth
Nobody wants me at all
Could you live-
Without someone there to love?
Could you live-
Without someone to love you back?
Welcome to my world
My never changing existence
This is my life
This is my pain
This is my horror
This is my Hell
When will God leave me be?

Lonely by Paul Dirk
Out in the blue
No one to talk to
How could I be-
Anymore lonely?
Fading to black
No turning back
How could I be-
Anymore lonely?
Turning old
Gray and cold
How could I be-
Anymore lonely?
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Old 07-16-2003, 05:37 PM

Has anyone considered submitting anything to Marvel Comic's new EPIC line? I may write a comic book script this weekend.

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Old 07-16-2003, 06:35 PM
I've had a thought and might try knock some kind of a sample poem together over the weekend. i cant be sure i will have the time, but if i can, i will write a verse or two, just to prove i am not a total idiot
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Old 07-16-2003, 11:22 PM

I'm not 18!

I really like that idea about EPIC comics, it doesn't sound too restricted and I tip my hat (if only I had one) to those guys for doing this, it's pretty daring.

By the way, how does one write a comic book script?
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Old 07-17-2003, 04:28 AM
Out of Here by Paul Dirk
Drinking some wine
Passing the time
I think I'll get out of here
Doin' some coke
Drinking some booze
I think I'll have another beer
Get me high
To forget
That I want to kill myself
Get me drunk
To forget
How much I love you now
Stolen dreams
Forgotten friendships
I think I'll get out of here
Hidden sadness
Hidden lies
Pass me another beer
No matter what
I'll never forget
How much I love you
No matter how
I'll never forget
That I want to kill myself
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Old 07-18-2003, 09:38 AM

Originally posted by the p&j experiance

By the way, how does one write a comic book script?
Not too much differently from a movie script, there's a sample on the EPIC site.

I'm going to work on my submission this weekend.
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Old 07-19-2003, 11:56 PM
Wow, good poem Scottish. I've tried my hand at a couple short poems, and while I don't necessarily think they're bad, I feel they contain a bit too much personal symbolism to interest or engage a reader.

I've completed maybe two dozen short stories and one novella, started hundreds of others, started two novels, and completed one extremely crappy swords-and-sorcery screenplay. I have one published story that you can read by clicking here, as well as get a gander of the author in his natural habitat.
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Old 07-20-2003, 12:05 AM
Lots of other poets here, too. Good work p&j, notchreturns, and EvilDeadGirl. Why do you choose poetry? Like I said in my last post, I've tried my hand at it, but it's a lot work fitting ideas into such a restricted structure. Does poetry seem more immediate to you, or do you just happen to have a nack for it?
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Old 07-22-2003, 01:50 PM
Heya Night Watchman.....

Actually for me poetry is a way to express my feelings at the moment and to me its also very inimate. Expressing my anger or love. I write short stories as well. I like to think that I have a knack for both. I display my poetry more so because I'm working on a book write now and well wouldn't want any of that story to be leaked so to speak...had my work stolen once....not really worried about the poetry so much though. Not sure why.
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Old 07-23-2003, 10:20 PM
The slaughtered saint rests,
His side pierced, the eyes gaze down
with sorrow on His breast.
Abba Father turns away to frown.

Risen above with shattered knee,
His thirst settled with vinegar
they spit and spite taunting thee.
Death will grip this carpenter.

"Father, why have you forsaken me?"
"I turn my back from this time here,
so you may rise above, your soul be free."
Still He hangs, the darkness near.

The dark consumes the crowd of sins.
A blanket wet with weight of hate.
The cup holds blood of the fallen lamb.
A savior to some, but for some too late.
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Old 07-25-2003, 04:42 AM
Kudos to all you Schmoes who have shared your work with us - I've enjoyed everything I've read so far!

I too am an amateur writer who seems to be constantly working on something, although my passions are didvided between creating music and writing! I've had a couple of short stories and a novella published in fanzines, but I'd really like to write a successful horror screenplay (who wouldn't, eh? )

I'm also working on a non-fiction book about the rock scene of the late 80s / early 90s, and how it affected me, and my experiences seeing bands, being in bands etc.... When I've got a chapter that I'm really happy with then I'll post it here! (I've got several chapters in progress, each dealing with a different aspect of my experiences.)

Keep posting your work Schmoes! It's great to be among creative types!
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