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http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2..."
Oooooh, this is scary!

Two people at war with one another
But neither one apologizing first to the other.
The words screamed I will never forget
And now the silent treatment I get.
‘Grow up’ she tells me
And lets me go free.
Through my heart she threw her spear
And her hatred toward me is clear.
Me she does not love.
She rid herself of me with a shove.
I think back to the time
When I called her mine.
When anything I said made her laugh.
I wish I could go back.
I could undo what happened
When everything blackened.
Maybe no blood would be spilt
And maybe I wouldn’t feel so much guilt.


i'm srry i havent been on in three days. i also havent had time to write anything. i do have one poem from friday but i left it in school so i'll post it monday along with mondays POTD. so srry but i've been really busy which is y i havent been on.




Falling for you again
Is the last thing I wanted to do.
But I must admit, I’ve missed you.
Being back in your arms,
Surrounded by your charm.
Laughing once more
Just like before.
But then I remember what you’ve done
And I don’t want a rerun.
So I push hard
And you I disregard.
But then my anger breaks
Along with my heartache
And I look back to see,
You staring back at me.
Your eyes plead ‘forgive and forget’
But I’m not ready yet.

You say we should stop our squalor
So I put down my armor.
You say stop to the fighting
So I stop the striking.
Foolishly I trust you,
And don’t give a second thought about your word being true.
Then you come up behind me
And when I turn, the end is all I see.
Because above you is your gleaming sword
And me it is coming toward.
Around me my blood pools.
Forgiving you proved me a fool.
And now my heart bleeds,
Into the ground on seeds.
Now, when the red petals bloom
They will represent my unjust doom
And they will remind you
Of your sword slashing my heart through.
this was today's POTD and the one b4 was from the 19th

I got a perry the platypus t-shirt :O
oh and thanks:) i may write another later but i'll be creating a BUNCH over our long break!

Down my finger
Flows a sliver
Of bright red blood.
It drops
Onto my white,
Pristine paper.
The liquid puddles,
Then seeps,
And spreads further
On the blank sheet.
A red
Blossom
Flourishes
As petals
Peel back and reveal
An intricate design.
Then tears glide
Down my cheeks
And sprinkle the flower
With my despair.

and no worries everyone says that to me. i almost fainted in science cuz we were talkin bout cells and stuff and it was gross.

"MR.LONGO!!!! I dont feel so good...." then..."BAM" my head smashes onto the floor.



Her deep eyes wash over me
And I know she can see
Right through my false façade
Filling me with guilt and making me flee.
She knows I am lying through my teeth
To keep the real me underneath
Because I am truly shattered
And I can’t show my broken remains beneath.
Continuously into me her eyes bore
Waiting to see sight of the me from before
But this is now who I am
And the old, broken me is no more.
No longer will I be pushed and shoved
Even if it means leaving the one I have loved
She has to understand
Though I’m not with her she will always be my beloved.
But now with her eyes burning
I worry about her hurting
And I realize
For her I will never stop yearning.
Leaving her was a mistake
And I wish she would stop making my heart ache
Because every time I remember leaving
I see her heart crack and break.

Everywhere I go, I hear your name,
Driving me slowly insane.
I don’t want to listen anymore
To the lies about how you were before.
They wait for me everywhere I go to say
That they heard that I was the one who had betrayed.
But they weren’t there
When your anger would flare
And you would strike out
And in my ear you would shout
About hating everyone and everything
But I was done listening.
So one day I left
Because you let me bereft.
All the hatred you had inside,
You were like Jekyll and Hyde.
And I was terrified of the monster
That you could foster.

eh...holiday-themed writing.

Everywhere I go, I hear your name,
Driving me slowly insane.
I don’t want to listen anymore
To the lies about how you were before.
They wait for me everywhere I go to say
That th..."
where do you get the ideas to write the kind of subject matter that you do?

ummmm.... maybe-- i haven't really planned to but I will probably write one or two:)


http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2..."
jen, i thought what you wrote was a great start to an awesome mystery. you always do a great job with detailing the situations you put your characters in. i particularly appreciated the immediacy of the setting. i felt like i was right there next to your main character. can't wait to see where the story goes. please post more soon =)



I should have known.
Being with you would get me nowhere but alone.
I am broken hearted
Now that we have parted.
I gave you my soul. I gave you my love.
But when you saw her, you gave me a shove.
Never have I been more hurt and in pain
Than when you left me for her in a vain
Attempt to get something new
Because I wasn’t good enough for you.
Trying to stop you, I grabbed your hand
But you already had your mind set to disband.
Repeatedly I called and called
But you didn’t listen so I bawled.
Then he came along to help me
And I let him because, thanks to you, I am free.
When I was with him and saw her laughing with you
I would wonder if you could, would you undo
What you did to my heart so fragile?
Would you return to your damsel?
But then I remember, I have someone else too
And he helped me get over you.
Then in just a while
I see you without her. Without a smile.
It just goes to show
You reap what you sow.
When you take hearts and make them brake
Yours too will be filled with ache.
So now you walk alone.
You should have known.

With every girl he flirts around
But when he sees me with my sad frown
I don’t get a smile, wave, or hug
And if I ask him something he will only shrug.
Everyone surrounds him and gives him adoration
But with me he will not have a conversation.
Not important enough for his affection
I am filled with rejection.
Even from him a kind gesture,
Would make me feel better.
But I am done with wishing.
And to think I used to be the only one listening.

In this dark gloom
No flower can bloom
But they would die still
Because they couldn’t survive this chill.
Their petals would wilt and fall to the ground
Making hardly any sound.
Blowing apart in the wind going by
Churning around up in the dark sky.
Traveling across a vast barren field
Gusting forward, but then they heeled.
Then down they cascade
And from sight and mind they slowly fade.

Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love to sit under thee
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love the shade you provide
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love the sight of your cascading branches
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love the smell of your tiny blossoms
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love to sway on the swing strung on you
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love leaning against your trunk
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love looking at my initials in your bark
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love gazing at the world surrounding you
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love the silence you are surrounded in
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I am so sad I have to leave
Goodbye willow, willow, willow tree.

In this dark gloom
No flower can bloom
But they would die still
Because they couldn’t survive this chill.
Their petals would wilt and fall to the ground
Making hardly any sound.
Blo..."
awww....this is beauty. i love how it flows. and somehow it makes me wanna cry. it's death in a pleasant form. you captured that quite nicely. and this is also new to from you. i'm not used to this subject matter from you. fresh.

Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love to sit under thee
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, willow, willow tree
How I love the shade you provide
Oh willow tree.
Oh willow, wil..."
ahahahaha...i couldn't help but to laugh when i finished this one. the end did it! the whole poem was bubbly and happy with the rhythm it automatically imparts on the reader, but then it became very personal at the mention of the "carved name" i loooved that line. great job jen. as always.