Geoff's Writting Attempts

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Majimaune

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Okay finally I have decided to start a thread for myself and my writting. Personally I don't like most of it but lots of other do so I'll let others judge.

A lot of my work is poetry. They are all reletively short so nice quick reading :)
 
I'll start it off with the ones I actually like and then they will go in no particular order.

OUT

Out of my head I went,
Higher and higher
Towards the clouds.

I saw them making shapes around me,
Dancing and curling with me
Moving together as one.

Then I fell.
Down towards the Earth.
The one thing I noticed,
Before I hit the ground,
Was the brilliant red of the rose,
Scattered all around.


REFLECTIONS

I looked in a mirror the other day
And guess what I saw,
I saw a small green man
Staring back at me.

He spoke to me
"This is your true image"
And held another mirror
To my face.

To my surprise
It was perfect
A flawless image
One of my soul.


White

When all turns to black
Don't give up hope
A light will soon come
From within your own heart

When that light comes
Follow it
Stay with it
Know what you are doing.

When the journey ends
You find yourself
In a garden of brilliant white and green
The white of roses, the green of life.


ONCE I SAW THE MOON ON HIGH

Once I saw the moon on high
Red was it in colour
Many a strange man said that night
That the world would end
When morning neared

I could not sleep
So wrought with worry was I
That when dawn came
My head was in the pillow

A great light appeared
Infront of my closed eyes
It blinded me forever
For not believing the truth.


FEAR

The clash of steel
Puts fear in all hearts
No matter how brave
No matter how mean
All quail at the face of death

There was one man
Who fought the very Earth itself
He alone defeated this fear
He did not defeat death
But took it willingly.

BIRDS

When the Sun shines
In the garden where
My mind does dwell,
The birds start to sing.

There is much noise
As they fly and chirp
Rustling the trees,
Waking me from slumber.


DEATH

When all around seems black and white
Take a closer look.
You learn to appreciate
The real colours of the things around you.

The rose
The red red rose
Withers and dies and turns to grey
But it does not mean it is truly dead.
No one is truly dead.

One Life Three Deaths Prologue by ~Majimaune on deviantART

maji's one page story No. 1 by ~Majimaune on deviantART

maji's one page story No. 2 by ~Majimaune on deviantART

Those links there are just some other, longer stuff that is either not typed up or just part of something not yet all typed up.

There is a few more things that I haven't put up here and they are all located here
 
Thanks. Yeah I did go to put it up in there but noticed it was locked and so started my own thread. Its not all poetry either.
 
All I Can Do

All I can do
Is think of you
My mind is elsewhere
Can't concerntrate

At night I lay awake
Just thinking of you face
Just thinking of you.

If somebody was in your head
You would be the same
Especially if that person
Drives you crazy
 
TRAPPED

There were flames spreading all around, blocking the doorways. We were trapped. I could feel the heat from the fires and I could see the creatures beyond who started them. They were horrible and deformed with large milky white eyes from being in dark places for too long. Thats evolution for you there, I thought.

One of my party started towards the flames.

"Get back," I yelled but it fell on deaf ears. The man was half mad with thirst for we have been trapped in the caverns for days on end. All he wanted was for his life to end. Stumbling he fell into the flames. A great cry was heard as he burned. The smell of roasting flesh filled the air except it was a sticky sweat smell that none of us could handle. All retched at the smell of our burning comrade.

The air started to become thick with smoke and what oxygen left in the air was too little. I coughed. We couldn't last much longer in this room. No chance of survival. I coughed again, this time not the only one to do so. I couldn't breathe. My brain screamed for more air but there was none to be had. I colapsed in a heap, never to rise again.





People please comment.
 
I like your poetry. It has a unique style. As for stories, I somehow have a thing of reading in Deviantart, so can't comment on those.
 
Right. Well one of them I can repost up here as text but the others I would have to type up because they are actually scanned in after I wrote it out cause I'm lazy and didn't feel like typing them.

Oh and thanks.
 
ONE LIFE, THREE DEATHS

PROLOGUE

Somewhere in the North of Europe there was a boy of about five, he didn’t know for sure because he was never told. His father had left when e was born. He had two older brother, they were twins and around twenty years old. Both were drug addicts and always beat their little brother. His mother didn’t help him as she was an alcoholic and was hardly ever sober.

One night in the middle of winter, the snow thick on the ground, there was a knock on the door. The boy opened it; he thought is was probably the holoview company threatening to shut down their communications again. He was met with a hooded and cloaked human looking creature. The thing pulled down its hood. It had a tube running from where its nose should have been to its right ear, or remains of its right ear as the boy now saw. He continued to stare until the stranger, who had a surprisingly low voice, said something.

“Is this the Trapz residence?” he said it more like a statement then the question it was. The boy nodded.

“Who are you?” the stranger said.

“Ghael,” whispered the boy, becoming scared. The man knelt down so that he could look into the boy’s eyes.

“Does your mother know I’m here?” Ghael shook his head. The man answered; “Good. Come with me, I can show you a life that you could never dream of. Come with me,” he repeated in a kind voice, full of love. He offered his hand to Ghael. Ghael put his hand inside the stranger’s and was lead away from his family. He looked back just once and could see no light in the window. He heard his mother’s manic laughter, the one she had when she was drunk. It sounded horrible, like the sound of nails on a blackboard. Ghael somehow knew that that laughter would haunt him until his death…




There is more of this story I just haven't gotten around to typing it up but it is all written in a book.
 
That transition was quick. The little boy knew he shouldn't listen to strangers, but ah well, he has three drunkards as relatives :p.
 
Well it needed a quick transition for the story. I need to go back and re-write the ending of the story and edit the whole thing.
 
This one pretty sums up my emotions at the moment.

Lies

I lie to feel secure,
I lie to be accepted,
I lie to sound better.

When you start,
There is no stopping.
When the brain takes it as truth,
There is no going back.

You look at your life
And see a pile of ****.
All of it lies and deceit.

Thats not what I want
But its just so hard to stop.
 
Majimaune said:
This one pretty sums up my emotions at the moment.

Lies

I lie to feel secure,
I lie to be accepted,
I lie to sound better.

When you start,
There is no stopping.
When the brain takes it as truth,
There is no going back.

You look at your life
And see a pile of ****.
All of it lies and deceit.

Thats not what I want
But its just so hard to stop.
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I really like this one a lot!!! That is sooooo true of pathological liars :mad:.
Wow, you're 16!!! That's great to be writing so young... just don't write poetry during geometry class like I did, hahahaha. (It'll only get you into trouble.)
 
CharleneHaines said:
I really like this one a lot!!! That is sooooo true of pathological liars :mad:.
Wow, you're 16!!! That's great to be writing so young... just don't write poetry during geometry class like I did, hahahaha. (It'll only get you into trouble.)
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Who said you have to be a pathological liar to create lies to hide behind?

Poetry in geometry? Never. I like my geometry teacher, shes funny.
 
Majimaune said:
Who said you have to be a pathological liar to create lies to hide behind?

Poetry in geometry? Never. I like my geometry teacher, shes funny.
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No, sorry... I wasn't calling you a liar... Not in the least bit :eek:. I just think that desribes they very few that I know personally.

My geometry teacher was not... obviously, hahahaha.
 
CharleneHaines said:
No, sorry... I wasn't calling you a liar... Not in the least bit :eek:. I just think that desribes they very few that I know personally.

My geometry teacher was not... obviously, hahahaha.
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I didn't think you were calling me a liar its just sometimes when I say stuff it goes and people read it the wrong way cause I write/say stuff in a way that there are several meanings taken out of it.
 
CharleneHaines said:
Thank you! :D

I like your writing style, by the way... don't ever quit! No matter what anyone says! The thing is... you'll alwats have someone that doesn't like it... but then again, others will. So, don't focus on the negative side (I tend to do this)...:(
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Negetives are good, they help you to build on your work and expand your writing style I find.
 
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