Ah, I used to write wayyyy wayyyy back but I got more into poetry...then I just plain lost interest in writing so yeah.

@Imag: I rarely write but I liked the zombie theme of the writing contest this is for and it's brought back my love of the written word. I'm thinking I might start writing short stories here and there and try to get them published as a collection.

Nice, I have quite a few of my poems published, I just got tired of it. It got so repetitive.

Welcome back Beauty.

@Imag: Never been a huge fan of poetry, probably because I'm such a fan of horror and that's difficult to accomplish with such a medium.

@MB: Heyo!

Not much, just debating on moving to England within the next couple years.

Same, plus it has some pretty incredible looking girls from what I've seen. xD

@MB: Cranking out sentences. Finished up a paragraph I had started earlier and am working on another. I suspect my mission will be complete within the next page.

This is one of my first poems Vix.

He sits at his desk watching his crush
Watching her laugh, sing, the way she says his name

Making him smile as well just from hearing her
Wanting more than friendship

But knowing he can't have her
She loves another...another friend of theirs

Letting his heart break and mend again
He watches on being the unknown

All the things he feels for his crush
She may never know how he feels

Not wanting to ruin the friendship they have
So he sits and is silent saying not a word

For he is the unknown

-Imagination

@MB: It's a little over 2,600 words right now.

@Imag: Yeah see, I dislike poetry, especially mushy stuff.

*is like the only girl on the planet who doesn't care for sappiness and romance unless it's in a movie*

Then how about this one Vix?

Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.

Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.

Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.

Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.

Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.

Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.

Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.

Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.

Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.

So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?

You can't.

-Imagination

*pokes head down from rafters*

Hey Bella, I'm trying to find one of my poems that Vix will like :P

Don't care for that one either. Too cliche for me. You're just making me want to slip into future English teacher mode and edit and I already do enough of that on my own garbage :sweat:

@MB: I stopped for the longest time, then I started keeping an angry journal - which I haven't written in for months...Lots of crazy shit in that thing, haha.

image: ahh.. i sees i has a new one but i dont wanna post it

Hm...

This thought comes almost everyday,
We have become close friends as we were one in the same.
Then soon enough it will be the end I cry almost every minute
So much pain, so much hurt
My feelings and memories are like a hurricane.
I'm alone, scared during this storm and as the tears run down my face .
Seems like there is no way in stopping the intolerable emotions, pain, and frustration that the world puts upon my shoulders.
I hear no birds singing their joyful songs or the laughter of young children being able to enjoy life without a care.
It just seems like death has been and will be around me anyway.
So no matter what you try say,
Suicide is the only way out for me.
It's been way to long since someone has held me tight and said that they love me and that they need me.
It's been to long since I have had someone to protect me,
But you have never been able to see
In reality what has been happening inside of me.
You may ask and look concerned wanting to know why I cry,
But do you really want to know that I wish to die?
Can you handle the truth,
Can you handle the pain I have felt and dealt with by myself for so many years?
When I see myself in the mirror,
I can't see the joy I once felt.
That joy has been taken away since I can remember
I just turn my head as quick as possible for I do not want see what I'm actually trying to hide.
Suicide?
The quickest way to solve my problems once I'm gone
But will they really be solved or will they become a burden to those I still love but don't love me?
Time is the only one who can really tell us.
In the end will you miss me after I have cried my last tears?


-Imagination


Grammar isn't a must. Its the message conveyed through out the "theme" and "story" of the poem thats a must.

*waves hi to beauty from rafters*

@Imag: Still no dice.

Also, editing isn't just about grammar. Things like style and word choice play a huge role in it as well and that's what I tend to focus on the most.

@MB: It's a nice release for all of my pent up rage.