Many people have seen bits and pieces of my writing, yet finally I wish to share it and get some type of comments/feedback on it. This is a compilation of my writing including; poems, songs, books, etc etc. There will be a table of contents and each story will be on one post, so sorry in advance if they are a bit long. Table of Contents 1. Stones 2. Cry of a Raven 3. Labyrinthian 4. No Named Poem 5. Rave 6. Plans for Two 7. Endangered 8. Savior 9. Returned Please comment your feedback on this thread, not on this one. As this might fill up with some poems and stories please use the following format for commenting: Name name of the story/poem you are critiquing Feedback/Comment/Concern please state which one of the 3 it is What you have to say your comments can go here. ~Fiddler
Stones My heart is stone. My blood is ice. Tonight’s the night, You will see me cry. Tomorrow the moon, Will shine oh so bright. With the blood of my might, It will shine a bright red. Screaming to the dead. Show me your pain. Because this is my game. I was feeling kind of depressed when I wrote this some time ago, I know its probably not the best first poem to share but its still poetry
Cry of a Raven It’s a bloody night When the raven cries Screaming in flight The young one dies The one with black wings The color of night Shall save the world From a humans fight The night rains blood From guns and knives Hit in the heart Of the ones you fight An angel will save us Cry out her name And the blood of your mothers Killing with her might Sword in hand Killing everyman
The below content is a bit gory and a bit disturbing, please do not read if you do not sleep well at night. Prologue Chapter 1- Memorize ------------------------------------- She was running, consistently running not looking back; she couldn’t look back dare she be stuck here to die. Their screams echoed the halls, whipped through her soul with horrifying agony, clawed at her conscience with razor sharp talons. She knew she couldn’t look back, had to keep up this impetuous pace. Least they catch up and drag her back by her hair. Her stamina was waning; she couldn’t keep up this pace. Was she closer? Did she take a wrong turn? This place a maze and puzzle for the mind to consume. Dead ends filled with horrendous surprises left her scared to turn the next corner. Blood stricken footprints marked her already traveled pathways. Her cut palms scrapped the walls as she stumbled to find the ending of her misery. Tears adjourned her dirty face; she wondered if she will ever see her family again. Ride in the next rodeo or competition. Sleep under the starts with her best friend with her dog beside her. Bury her hands in her alley cat’s fur. But she couldn’t think of them now, she didn’t have time to stop. She had to keep pushing, looking for an escape from this terror. With all the twists and turns her faith was dwindling. “Kassie…you will never find that exit. You know you cannot escape in your condition. Look at yourself, your broken and scared. You will die from blood loss if you suffer another injury. Come back to me Kassie now and your punishment will not be as harsh. Continue down this path and you will endure more than the rest of your friends are.” His voice was alluring; it pulled her to go back to him. To throw herself at his feet begging forgiveness, to accept the punishment he would give her for running from him. She knew she shouldn’t go back, her mind screamed no while her heart screamed yes. “Why should I come back to you? You wanted to kill me a couple days ago, why not now?” She knew he could hear her even with the ear shattering screams in the background. She was at a standstill, debating if she should go back to him or if she should continue with her struggle. Could she make it to the door without dying? Could she even find the way out? Was she strong enough to not go back and help the others? Is she able to listen to another heartbreaking scream? Her body ached in pain, would they last till she was free? There’s a winged woman slaughtering anyone who comes within her path. She's standing there and she can't help, she can't scream, she can't move. She's stuck in agony, watching all her friends die before her eyes, while she's on the sidelines doing nothing. As she's watching her loved ones die by the hand of this woman who looks exactly like Kassie. Blood dripping down her fanged teeth, a wicked smile struck this beautiful creatures mouth. A sword in hand poised and pained. A droplet of blood drips down the eternally sharpened blade splattered the ground by her feet. Yet, with all the death surrounding her; she feels welcomed, she feels gratitude, she feels jealousy, and awe of this beautiful winged girl and her deadly persona. Kassie was startled awake; her ever lightened nightmare still pursued her fear. She was afraid to admit it but she was scared to die. What normal human being wasn’t scared of something? She would consistently ask herself this each repetitive daybreak. Is it possible to overcome her fear even if the probability was microscopic? Was she able to embrace the ending she will face eventually? “Kassie, darling are you awake?” Her mother’s soothing voice ascended the stairs while she walked up checking on her. Her mother was a charming woman of 38; named Annabeth Nightingale. Annabeth had hair black as ravens, eyes blue as the ocean at noon, skin brown like new leather. Her mother was a world renounced writer. She has written many a novel in her days but now stays with writing poetry and taking care of her daughter. Kassie’s mother may have been renowned for her writing though refuses to use the money she earned from her published works. She believed in hard work to gain the things they need. Instead of living the glamorous life they lived in middle class. Sometimes they barely had enough to live off of from her father’s paycheck. However; they were all happy and content in the life they lived. The Nightingale’s owned quite an abundant of land which they have transferred into stables, farms and ranches. Kassie’s mother and father were not country folk; however Kassie was. She drove out daily before dawn on the weekends tending for her horses. Her parents named the stables “Deceiving Invention”, whose name was supposed to represent their grandfather and his inventing perspective. Of the late Kassie has been neglecting her obligations to her horses. “Yes mother I am awake; there is no need for you to continuously check up on me every day to assure of the fact. I am old enough to wake myself up; I am not a child anymore. I beg of you to stop treating me like one.” She was annoyed at her mother for treating her as a child. Her annoyance showed in her tone which she knew shouldn’t have been used. Her sly move probably will land her being grounded, though she didn’t exactly care. “Excuse me? Is that how you talk to your mother?” Mother was angry as usual; though Kassie didn’t care. Her mother was always angry at something it was inevitable. “No it isn’t, however I would benefit from you not monitoring me mother. I am no longer a child, which needs not to be overlooked.” She sighed softly under her breath, desperately hoping her mother did not catch it. “Neither are you an adult, in conclusion I will overlook you if I want to or not.” Her mother’s tone was one not meant to be argued with however Kassie wanted to. Annabeth finally entered her room, lingering at the doorway as Kate got dressed. Her school attire consisted of a pair of boot cut jeans, a belt and buckle, and a pink flannel shirt. Even for the first day of school she refused to dress up for the occasion. Hopefully her first day as a sophomore in high school would go smoothly as planned. Considering after school she had to quickly get over to the stables before her new horse arrived.
No Named Poem A poem is nothing without a name, It's a written word of thought. Emotions and Complications; Wonderful and Deep. But a poem is nothing without a name. What is a poem? A set of lines for your liking? Scribbles to be hated on? Or a series of emotions flowing? Yet a poem is nothing without a name. Not a story, not a song. Not a fairytale, not a movie; or a comic or line. A poem is my feelings I share with you. Still a poem is nothing without a name. It's useless and annoying. Despicable and deceiving. Ungrateful though delightful. Poems are nothing without a name.
Rave Musique éclabousse sur moi lumières noires électrisants Son entendu à partir de la porte Music splashed on me Black lights electrifying Sound heard from the door
Plans for Two All of our bridges burned down I wasted my time You walked out on the town Now I'm paralyzed Turn your back on today Leave it all behind I gave you my love to borrow But you just threw it away I spent all of my change on you If happy ever afters did exist Would I ever get to meet one? 'Cause tomorrow is a new day Partial lyric rewrite of Payphone by Maroon 5
Endangered I'll cradle you in my now shaking arms, If only I could have stop them from bringing you harm. I failed you yet again; You always die in the end. I tried to save you; I took the sword. Yet here you lie, dead and stiff as a board. I jumped off that building in pursuit; oh the falling, I was screaming at you. I lay here, bleeding, as I cry If only you weren't the one to die. My little sister; a lifeless body, all due to me. I wasn't strong enough wasn’t tough. I should have stopped them. Should have killed him. I'll take the blade from my back; As my dream begins to fade to black. I'll stab it through my heart and let myself fall apart. I bolt upright, now awake though my body begins to shake. I walk onwards to your bedroom hoping you haven't met your doom. You lie there so peaceful in your sleep not even making a peep. "I love you Channing." Is all I say; But the memories of my dream do stay. I cannot sleep for many nights Afraid to reawaken my frights. I tried a rap like poem? I know, I failed.
There's this song by Justin Timberlake called "Cry Me a River." Good song. You should totally listen to it some day.
I do believe that song was made like a long time ago? I think I've heard it, but never quite understood why he wrote it.
I think it had something to do with his chick cheating on him then begging him to come back. I could be wrong though.
Ah that makes some more sense, Justin is good just never really got into his music. Does he still sing?
Savior You could have helped them, you could have saved them; but you failed. All of it, the pain, the agony, the disgrace, it’s your entire fault. Those lines repeat in my head as that wretched dream repeats in my head. She stares at me with her consistent worried expression, she being Savannah. My best friend was always worried, always concerned, always there when sometimes I wished she wasn’t. When I wished no one was there, they always were. “What?” Irritation vibrated in my tone, and she knew it. “Y-you’ve been staring off into space for an eternity now. Biting your lip, shaking your head; what’s wrong?” Curiosity struck again, always wanting the know everything. Every second, every day, every bloody detail she wanted to know. “Nothing, everything is peachy. I was, you know, thinking about school and all.” Faking happiness trying to make my lie believable however she knew me better. Her all-knowing eye’s saw through my white lie. “It was another dream, wasn’t it? You can’t let them bother you. You don’t ever sleep and when you do; you wake up hating yourself.” “Fine, yea it was a dream. It always seems to be another depressing, slaughter house dream. Are you happy now?” Anger stricken I spat out the last word. “Happy? My best friend is sleep deprived, anger driven, beating herself up about things that will NEVER happen. And you think I’m HAPPY about this? Why in the damn world would I be happy? Please do enlighten me on this.” She kept her gaze locked, a challenge to those who knew her well enough. “Never going to happen? How do you know Savannah? How do you know that tomorrow won’t be the end of the world? That people will be slaughtered because of one depraved person? Answer me that. You believe I love staying up every night? Well news flash; I hate it. I hate dreaming, I hate myself, I hate everything this sickened world throws at me.” I’ve made my point and I got up to leave but she interrupts my plans. “Tell someone. I don’t care who, I don’t care when, I don’t care if they are a nuthouse, just tell someone. I refuse to sit here and watch you slowly kill yourself. So if you don’t tell anyone, I damn right will.” “You don’t think I haven’t told someone? You think this is something I’ve kept bottled up? Would you believe me if I told you the person I told is an Angel? Huh? Yea I didn’t think so.” The conversation was ended there, I muttered a goodbye as I walked out. Clip from a book I've been writing for a long long time now.
You gotta stop saving the world from nulcear destruction in your submarine and take a break from getting all those Ph. Ds, so you have more time to do what normal people do.
I saw some movies in theaters but I never knew he acts, actually I didn't know a lot of things lately. But Hansel and Gretel was amazing, I love what they did with the child's tale.
Returned Return me to this world you see Enter the land to be, Let your voices ring. While all the birds do sing. Return me to this world you see; Can I run wild and free? Left; is the road for the dead. While everyone gets in bed. Return me to this world you see, For I wish to indulge on tea. Leave me alone by the river, Id hate for you to catch my fever.
Thorns of a Rose I admit it I love you, You're the beautiful rose I want to have for my own. If only it weren't for your sharp thorns, that hurt me before. I promise you though, you had me when you said hello...