The Free Writing Thread!

[DeletedUser]

On my 'awesome' recruiting prowess:

Once upon another world
Where, mighty, I once played
I was recruitment officer
And all day long they'd say:

"Hello, can I join your tribe?"
"Of coarse you can young man!
I'll carry forth an invite now"
I'm sure he knows the land.

Suppose I better check him out?
Too late, the invite's sent
Sometimes my body goes with things
My mind had never meant

Oh well, doesn't matter
It's more points for the tribe
With all these awesome members
We're sure to stay alive

"This big guy keeps attacking me"
"Oh really? Does he just?
We'd better get the tribe to fight
And turn the guy to dust!"

"I'll mail you out an urgent call
And make a forum post.
Within two hours we'll crush his spine
And then we'll start to boast"

The call is out, the forum's up
At any time we'll see
A wave of angry tribesmen
Each a patriot, like me

They'll be coming forth with much support
Or growing wild with rage
And taking to their enemy
Like a paratroop brigade

Yes, at any moment now
With only two days passed
We'll see a tribesman make reply
And sort this thing at last

And more reports are flooding in
Of tribesmen in despair
It seems the times they're in distress
Are the only times they care

'Twas then that I began to think
Of lax recruiting ways
And the 'softy' touch that doesn't let
Me scream: "just go away!"

I questioned all their motives
With incendiary mail
By God, I swear, I put them on
A cross with verbal nails

And in return I found my peace
For each of them assured
That they were seasoned veterans
And of that I could be sure

It filled my insecurity
About recruitment skill
With nothing but the very pride
I keep within me still

 

[DeletedUser]

Your beauty radiates with the warmth and grace of the sun, so awe inspiring it causes my heart to skip a beat, the words i have to say begin to asphyxiate me, if you were to continue to cross my path until i died it would be a worthy death.. if i could only speak i'd tell you how it haunts me, it cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams, i'd tell you.... just how much.... this... hurts me... When my time is up, and my life is done.. will it feel complete? Will i ever feel complete? At least i can say i tried.

 

[DeletedUser]

Another good one. Yep, you should keep it up, I do like these.

:icon_smile:
Thank you:icon_wink:

[spoil]

Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night,
Its only right, to think about the girl you love
and hold her tight so happy together

If I should call you up, invest a dime
and you'd say you belong to me, and ease my mind
Imagine how the world would be
so very fine, so happy together

I can't see me loving nobody but you
for all my life
When youre with me, baby the skies will be blue
for all my life

Me and you, and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
so happy together

If I should call you up, invest a dime
and you'd say you belong to me, and ease my mind
Imagine how the world would be
so very fine, so happy together

I can't see me loving nobody but you
for all my life
When youre with me, baby the skies will be blue
for all my life

I can't see me loving nobody but you
for all my life
When youre with me, baby the skies will be blue
for all my life

Call you up, ease my mind, ease my mind
EASE MY MIND

I can't see me loving nobody but you
for all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies will be blue
for all my life

I can't see me loving nobody but you
for all my life
When youre with me, baby the skies will be blue
for all my life..

Babababadabababadababadababa
So happy together.
Babababadabababadababadababa
So happy together.
Babababadabababadababadababa
So how is the weather?
Babababadabababadababadababa
So happy together.
Babababadabababadababadababa

[/spoil]

Now that isn't really one of your own texts, now is it? xD

My writing thing from ages ago

[SPOIL]War. It's intoxicating. The sound of the drums pounding all around you, the feel of the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you grip your sword tightly, the knowledge of death's embrace mere moments away. No-one hears us, we have nothing to say. Tools for the war-mongering elitist, our blood forming the statistics they love so dearly. We march, day and night, powering ever-onwards, no stopping; no injury or hunger will pause or break us. We are perfect. We number in the thousands, wives, children, homes and loved ones, all left forgotten as we march towards our own destruction. We are numbers, we are everything, and we are nothing.

The clock ticks.

We approach our target. A village, small, defenseless. Nothing but the innocent reside here, but they are of no consequence to our masters, the fat and drooling pigs who puppeteer us. We are seen coming, our numbers cannot be hidden. A few men scramble out with make-shift spears and swords. A pointless waste of life, they try to defend, but they number a few hundred to our few thousand. There is no honor here, no glory, and no valiant battle. Simply slaughter. The pigs who command us do not see the tears or hear the screams. The see only a new village under their control, ready to begin reconstruction and mass production. The screaming is so loud; it runs through me, tearing into my mind. Not the screams of the innocent, or the dead, but the screams escaping from my own mouth, and on the tongues of my brothers. We scream for those who can scream no longer. Because of us.

The clock ticks.

Months of pillaging, violence, destruction and chaos has brought us to this point. We stand looking out on the greatness that is world domination. There is only the enemy who stands between us. Our puppet master commands us to destroy, and we will. We stand alongside the soldiers from the other puppet masters, the friends of our own. They have united us to fight the enemy. The enemy... Not our enemy, but theirs. We are soldiers, mass produced by those in power, to fight wars we know nothing of. We fly a banner on our horses and spears, blue, our united force is called "Frost". Some of the other armies draw great pride from these banners. Ours does not, for we cannot be forgiven, nor can we forgive, the slaughter and death reigned in its name. We can see the enemy on the horizon. Death sniffs the air impatiently, waiting for its fill.

The clock ticks.

We stand face to face now with the enemy, our distance measured in meters now. The puppet masters edge us closer, waiting for the moment to begin. This is honorable, an honorable battle, no-one will strike until the agreed upon time. This... There is no honor in this; there is no honor in war. There is only death, and those who survive, will have died regardless. We wait.

The clock ticks.

The cavalry charge. We are infantry; we do not partake in their "glorious" rush. We run, though our speed seems slow compared to the horses charging around us. I see a horse without a rider, his rider has fallen, but he cannot stop, he is caught up in the charge. I watch, as he is forced onto the enemies spears, by our own forces. Our own, glorious charge. We run, towards death, towards freedom, towards... Glory.

The clock ticks.

Chaos reigns. Some men fall, some men rise. I wander the battlefield, I do neither. Arrows flies past my head, nearly taking it off. I laugh, a dry, humorless laugh. I do not fear death; I welcome it, though it seems no man on this damn battlefield will slay me. I wander, and before I knew it, it was all over, our puppet master was calling us back. We were to be stationed in various key settlements and bases, throughout the frontier, to defend against enemy counter attacks. We are move to our designated positions.

The clock ticks.

I saw them today. Noblemen, a squad of them passed through the village we are defending. The only lives the puppet masters will value. They had a personal escort of heavy cavalry, almost four thousand of them, headed to the front-lines. Those troops probably are worth more than these villages we are defending. Most of them will die, we know it, and we salute the living dead as they ride past. They don't return it. We are just infantry, not worthy of their time. We allow them their arrogance; we won't have to suffer it for long.

The clock ticks.

A year has passed. A year of war, and it feels both like a lifetime, and a moment. We have seen little combat since the start of the war, though now we are being deployed to defend key villages that have been taken from the enemy, in the heart of their territory. We will see what lies ahead. For now, we march.

The clock ticks.

For the first time I have seen what we have done.

We have entered the broken city we are to defend, and have stepped over the fallen citizens entering the gate. My heart strains, we heard stories, but to see what we have done... Death runs rampant in the streets. War is brutal, but even for war, this is an atrocity. So much loss, to take so little. The enemy is coming; we receive word from the puppet master. This place is not worth the death it has seen, we are godless, and we are soulless. We curse the name of those who sent us to fight their war.

The clock ticks.

The puppet master has been brought to the fallen cities. He sees the death and destruction, and he is silent. I glare at him; my eyes are full of hate. Not for him, but for me. He looks at me and he laughs, the same humorless laugh that I have, that I will always have, as he says;

"It's all just a game, and we won. We won."

He falls over the dead under his feet. He falls over his own victory.

The clock stops.[/SPOIL]

I'm sorry, I really tried, but this was just too long for me :icon_confused:

Your beauty radiates with the warmth and grace of the sun, so awe inspiring it causes my heart to skip a beat, the words i have to say begin to asphyxiate me, if you were to continue to cross my path until i died it would be a worthy death.. if i could only speak i'd tell you how it haunts me, it cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams, i'd tell you.... just how much.... this... hurts me... When my time is up, and my life is done.. will it feel complete? Will i ever feel complete? At least i can say i tried.

Definitely liked this one! :icon_cool:

 

[DruidEarth]

Jeroen, I require that the next thing you write be happy.

 

[DeletedUser]

[spoil]Fly.

He is told day and night that he can do whatever he chooses, that he can achieve whatever he wants, that he can be whatever he wants to be. In short, he is told he can fly.

But the very idea, the very thought, of flying scares him. The laborious and rhythmic repetitions of his wings are so strenuous that he fears he may not be able to handle the exertions. Like a baby bird, he must one day take the leap. But he will postpone the leap for so long as he can.

When he is forced over the edge, he feels the most exhilarating rush of adrenaline he's felt throughout his life. It's as if the world has ceased to exist, that the hordes of organisms below and above him are waiting to see what he says, what he does. They're waiting with bated breath for his next action. The eyes bore into him, and he begins to feel the pressure. His heart flutters, his mind stops working, and he feels the fear beginning to creep up on him.

He feels as though he cannot fly, as though he has no wings, as though they are immobile and will never move. Try though he might, he continues to plummet towards the ground with intensifying speed. Soon it will be too late for him to spread his wings.

At first, as if to taunt him, a bird appears to his right, telling him to fly. As the ground fast approaches, the bird nudges him and encourages him. Suddenly, he feels his wings once more. He struggles to open them, struggles to fly, and struggles to achieve his greatest hopes. The bird continues to encourage him with muttered endearments, and eventually, the unthinkable happens.

His wings spread wide, the wind catches under them, and he begins to glide. A feeling of weightlessness takes hold, along with a giddy happiness that refuses to evaporate. Suddenly he flaps his wings, and rises higher. What a feeling!

The bird continues to fly alongside him as he rises. Flight is so amazing, he resolves never to come down so long as he has the strength.

He and the other person go on to fly, to achieve their greatest hopes and dreams. Who would've thought that the little bird could fly after all?[/spoil]

Written over 2 years ago, when I was but a wee lad. I may post more from my hoard of stories, if feedback isn't too harsh :icon_redface:.

 

[DeletedUser]

I truly and absolutely loved that one!!!
Gonna write a new one right now

 

[DeletedUser]

I always thought it was wise to be sure
To save for later so my future was secure
To practise and to study hard for school
Only now do I realise what I was: a fool

Working for later won't bring you happiness
It merely makes you enjoy your life less
You hold back for a future that might never arrive
Scared of drowning, you decide not to dive

But later has already begun, you should know
So let the girls dance and let the beer flow
Who would keep saving for later? It's a silly thing
While you know that in the end, you'll die still saving

Make the most out of now, enjoy life as well as you can
It's called 'the present' for a reason, as was said by a wise old man
You should never turn a thing down, which you would probably enjoy
Or you'll become a dull marionette, for the government a toy

Because I know that someday you'll be who you wanted to be
Meet who you wanted to meet, and then you will be free!

No matter when you read this, today is never coming back
So feel the wind, touch the trees, go get drinks whenever you lack
Go talk to the girl you never dared to start a chat with when you had the choice
Today is merely a day that could have gone by without the memory of her voice


Live day by day, enjoy it all, and all will be just fine
At least you won't live your life standing by the line
Don't hesitate, just kiss the girl, and risk a painful smack
But if succesful, you've gained a good memory, instead of an attack

 

[DeletedUser]

The past is but mem’ry
That cannot be touched
And imagin’ry futures
Evade just as much

The present, therefore
Is all that exists
A transient moment
That never persists

Imagin’ry futures
And memories past:
The worlds that we live in
Instead of our last

 

[DruidEarth]

Don't hesitate, just kiss the girl, and risk a painful smack

My favorite line. Made me laugh.

Two random haikus I wrote yesterday on the spur of the moment...

A time of freedom,
Letting go forever now.
What do I have left?

Let go! Take the plunge!
Who knows what could happen then?
Maybe fly, else die.

 

[DeletedUser]

Just another day in the life of a cantelope

I found this rock today, and i picked it up, and i put it in my pocket, then i mistook it for candy. Then i ate it, then i threw up, then i walked into a kid on a bike, then i said watch it or i'll write you a citation, then i did. Then i went inside, and i got a spoon, then i went to the sink, then i filled the sink, then i emptied the sink with the spoon, then i got a towel and dried myself off. Then i went and sat in my bath tub, then i i got all the towels out, then i made a fort out of towels, then i got all the soap and put it in the toilet. And then I drank a beverage.

 

[DeletedUser]

Just another day in the life of a cantelope

I found this rock today, and i picked it up, and i put it in my pocket, then i mistook it for candy. Then i ate it, then i threw up, then i walked into a kid on a bike, then i said watch it or i'll write you a citation, then i did. Then i went inside, and i got a spoon, then i went to the sink, then i filled the sink, then i emptied the sink with the spoon, then i got a towel and dried myself off. Then i went and sat in my bath tub, then i i got all the towels out, then i made a fort out of towels, then i got all the soap and put it in the toilet. And then I drank a beverage.

I'm starting to understand the name 'Sterile Mess' :icon_eek:

 

[DeletedUser]

Just another day...

In the life of a human being. I got up this morning and thought to myself, "Gee, what a particularly average day this is turning out to be. Here I am, talking to myself, and thinking about the weather, 10 minutes before my alarm is going to go off!" Yep, there I was. Don't you hate it when you wake up on your feet ten minutes before your alarm clock goes off? It doesn't happen often, but when it does... It sure is a rude awakening.

So, I suppose this is the part where I tell you a little bit about myself. I'm just your average teenager, with an attention span of a fish; about 7 seconds. I drive a 1984 Honda Aero 80, which is a fancy way of saying, "I drive a red scooter." It may be an embarrassing little machination of the devil, but it gets me around. Just to spice things up, I put Atuobot decals on the side of it. Well, it appears my seven seconds are up; break time.

Well, it appears my seven seconds are up; break time.

Now that my break is over... Where was I? Ah, yes... I drive a red scooter. It's a nasty little thing that can accomplish a whopping speed of 70kmph. That is, it can go 70kmph downhill... Uphill, about 50kmph. On a flat surface, almost 60kmph. Anywho, I don't want to talk about it anymore.

You may be asking yourself, "Why does this silly person blog? Going outside for some fresh air is clearly a better option." But the truth is... I'm only in this for the money. Seriously. If you could donate like, a dollar to a paypal account i plan on making sometime, that would be tremendous. Seriously, I have this puppy, his name is marley, and he needs food. I also need a daily coffee. But I'm currently unemployed. So how about you pay for my coffee - a medium with milk - and I'll pay for the dog food. Deal? I can only pay for one; I need the coffee - I tend to swerve into oncoming traffic on my scooter without it, but I don't need the dog.*

Well, i'll leave you with those thoughts today. The freshest thought in your mind should be giving me all your money. Have a nice day.

*Please note that I do not imply physical abuse here. And i certainly don't mean I'd drop it into a river. But i would have to give him away.

I'm starting to understand the name 'Sterile Mess' :icon_eek:

Indeed.

 

[DeletedUser]

I see the mountains rise up high above my head
I'd like to climb them but my shoes are filled with lead
Still I enjoy the pretty sight that shows me all I want
How I'd wish to walk to the highest tops, it's such a shame I can't

I see the fields of green clean grass, starting under my feet
If I ever get to see you, I hope this is where we meet
The grass so softly, stretching out for miles out of my sight
I'm standing here, just watching it, because that is what feels right

I see an ocean so big, there's just too much to see
All the fish and other creatures who live there in the sea
The waves, the gulls, the smell and the colour blue
Oh shit, I didn't leave my home, all I saw was you

I saw your pretty nose, lighting up like a tree in the field
I saw your smile, which automatically makes me yield
I saw your eyes, in which I drown as in the deepest ocean I would
I'd travel thousands of miles to see you, my dear, if only I could!

 

[DeletedUser102772]

why you lose troops when you attack Barbs

As I sit here pondering,
Atop my castle wall,
watching my troops go on to plunder,
Later they come with the dead,

I keep wondering,
How the hell do they fall,
As the horns thunders,
I still come back to what I said,

Then it hits me,
My troops are dumb as ducks,
To the realization,
I'm astounded,

I must agree,
They're stupid f*cks,
They're crumbling my foundation,
Because the ones that aren't liked get pounded.

 

[DruidEarth]

Just something fairly rough... It's not worth refining though. I don't know what there is to refine.

When the World Is Gone
The joy was first to go.
The freedom, the elation,
The flying alone and silent and loving.
The loving was first to go,
First to be forgotten,
First to be lost,
Perhaps forever.
The truth and the peace fled
And my world cracked
And everything started to fall,
Even me.

I lost my trust
In those I was meant to trust.
The lies they told
About reality
And life
And love
Chipped away at trust.
They never believed me.
They never saw the things I did.
The words they spoke,
The things they said
About me and what I knew,
Left me with nothing
But doubt
And betrayal.

The water was the next to go.
The freedom, the peace,
The moving alone and together,
One body, no body,
One water, all water,
All safe, all free.
When nothing could harm me
Because I was the water
And the water was free,
This is gone.
Now I choke and splutter
And drown.

I lost the music and all it carried.
The tears never came,
and the music never flowed.
My body was still
And the dancing was gone.
My lips were silent
And the singing was gone.
My mind was silent
And the music,
Once beautiful, once mine,
Was gone.

The wild was the worst loss.
It drove me to madness
And then a step beyond,
To where thoughts disappear
And reality fades
By our own choosing,
Our own mistakes,
Our own loss of faith
In everything.
Then the silence fell
And the darkness,
And but one voice remained with me
In my lonely world.

And then I lost you.
You were the last of my world.
You were the last of my old life.
You were all I had left
To hold on to
And keep myself safe
And sane.
You were the only thing that still mattered
From the time that was,
Before my world shattered.
You were all I had.

The time has come to start over.
The time has come to begin again.
What do place as my center?
What do I use as my core?
What can I build my world around
When everything before has crumbled?
What remnants of the past can I salvage?
Which pieces should I take,
And what should I leave behind?
How do I rebuild my world
When my world is already gone?

*insert two characters here so the forum stops yelling at me and lets me post*

 

[DeletedUser]

*insert two characters here so the forum stops yelling at me and lets me post*

Bad forum! :icon_evil:
Leave Druid alone! :icon_evil:

 

[DeletedUser]

Haikus are easy
And they do not even rhyme
Five Seven Five YEAH!

 

[DeletedUser]

When the evening falls and the daylight is fading
From within me calls a voice that I remember
For a moment I fought, but the thought is complete now
Close to her, now I hear her voice. Close to her, feeling so far away

No one knows how much time I still have left now
But I know it will be sufficient to see her some day
Now I spend the night, resting in the big forest
It is cold, actually freezing, but I can't go home

The forest needs me, I heard the voice calling me
It needs my help, my guidance and caring
So I'm here, in the grass, while the rain keeps falling
Singing and dancing in the rain, blessing every minute

I love this particular forest, it's so peaceful and quiet
It welcomes me whenever I like, and I visit quite often
It seems happy to see me, and I'm happy too
For I have gotten to know every tree and leaf

I am grateful for this life, and every more minute I have
Because my life has rewarded me with many many things
And of course there's been pain and cruelty, even depression
But in the end, all emotion passes away, and only I remain

Live the moment. It is never returning

 

[DeletedUser]

Motivational, lovely work

 

[DeletedUser]

At a party, people are dancin' as the music blares
I'm in another room starin' at a wall but noone cares
A little kid runs in, screams, then stares
Apparently my face is something that scares.