i was just wondering how many people out there write stuff. whether it be stories/books, poetry, songs or whatever & for whatever reason. Hehe im just curious thats all.
I found writing songs is good (well for me anyway) to get alot of shit out of you, i mean i've written 5 songs in the last 3 weeks. And i find myself writing them and enjoying it, which is really wierd, since i used to hate writing alltogether. And i seem to be getting a happier with myself for not being so down all the time now. It's really quite good all round.
Well enough of my ranting. Thanks for reading :)
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Cool dude, I've been thinking of ...
Cool dude, I've been thinking of actually writing songs, I think of tunes in my head a lot, but trying to play it is hard, & its normally hard rock/metal stuff that comes in my head for some reason.
Maybe someday it might happen, I just don't want to write stuff that doesn't make any sence or is just really stupid
i guess you have to just find something ...
i guess you have to just find something that either interests you, or you want to express. Don't worry dude somehting will come! *gets back to writing*
Don't expect that the first thing you ...
Don't expect that the first thing you write is going to be great. I have notebooks full of utter crap that I used to write when I was 18, but I kept at it and now ten years down the track I'm writing stuff that I'm proud of.
I reccommend just writing/composing/creating whatever. If it sucks, don't worry, because one day you'll discover that in the middle of it all is something good.
I just re-read the pratchett/adams ...
I just re-read the pratchett/adams rip-off novel I wrote when I was 16. Terrible. My wife laughed at some of the bits I read out loud to her though, so it wasn't all in vain.
And then when I was 21, I wrote a Martin Amis-esque piece of crap novel that was equally embarrassing and half-baked. I decided then I would wait until I felt mature enough in myself before embarking on my next extended writing mission. I'm still waiting...
i write porno mainly scat munching for ...
i write porno mainly scat munching for the over 60's age group,
I write stuff, I guess you could call ...
I write stuff, I guess you could call them poems I prefer writings because I don't feel they are solely poetry, that label just doesn't sit well for me. It is strange because I feel quite apprehensive in admitting so, like it is some shameful dark secret. People seem to like my stuff but I don't know if it is really any good or not. I don't write as much as I'd wish and I find I can't force it. Usually it is based on emotions that are strong enough to form images that form sentences that form some twisted idea of sense.
I like your writing, Stefan. You're ...
I like your writing, Stefan. You're great with imagery.
Thanks, that means a lot. I really ...
Thanks, that means a lot. I really should stop seeking validation though.
In a moment that I may live to regret I ...
In a moment that I may live to regret I have decided to share some old stuff of mine:
Let go
I can't see the sound
but I can feel it crawling,
crawling in my mouth
I have to get it out
sing, scream, shout
motherfucker
release
I've held this dog back for too long
chained up and underfed
wicked smile, mad eyes staring void
grrr rr
rip, smash, carnage
motherfucker
release
motherfuck
rel
relish
Little Red Man
The spirit of contention is of the devil
he is there controlling your mind
do you love it? I do
that smile is wicked but I know you can do better
come walk with me in the screams of disguised pain
all inflicted by a little red man
that's where all your troubles lie
not chance, not coincidence,
not weakness, not ignorance
a man, a little red man beast
lighting fires in your thoughts
and you're all out of water
cried it all away
because you let him in, he is
there because you think it
the little red man, beast, devil
root of evil, not us
a child of fire
breeding within
Nick Nacks
cerebric nick nacks
lye in my room
comtemplating ethreal being
attempts to launch satellites fail
a new polymer glue is created
life seems so fucked and sedated
help help help
plane careens into a cliff face
criminals sprayed by girl's mace
car crashes into old tree
life likes to mock me
luck has run out
see me round no more.
The Scribble
the smiley faces converse
secure in their trust
a glowing eye secretly watches
emerald stare kills all intelligence
machine gun fire bursts
slowly the smileys vomit blood
the eye becomes a disjointed scribble
rolling in the intestines, content
those that escaped fear every corner
pot shots taken from the marshmellow sky
scattered in silence
every pin drop a bomb
whispers "beware of the mess, he is out there"
echo the bare streets
till eventually no one comes out
and the scribble is left alone to shoot itself
There I've given you some of my older stuff, it ain't too hot but so what, show me what you got.
i like those!, nice work man! and ...
i like those!, nice work man!
and really love "let go" i think that is excellent!!
thanks. second thoughts are settling ...
thanks.
second thoughts are settling in though, not my best.
You know, I thought once someone else ...
You know, I thought once someone else posted writings on NZM, I would be encouraged to do so. However, reading Stefan's has made me have a rather large rethink.
Congrats Stef - but you already know I like your work
trust me jimi a few minutes after I put ...
trust me jimi a few minutes after I put them up I wanted to take them down.
I still do.
must not post when really tired is my new mantra.
OK Stefan, to at least ameliorate your ...
OK Stefan, to at least ameliorate your perceived humiliation, here's my own wanky attempt, written a few years back. I've occasionally gone back to it and thought I could potentially get a longer and more coherent poem out of it...
Stars' and planets' pale and golden cords
Flay the depths of this transcending dream,
Earth, sea and sky belong to me
But what am I when all I have is gone?
Churches made of sandstone, ruins lie,
Cosmic saints fall prey to entropy,
Time alone remains and I in time
Will diminish like my faith before.
Bind me to my insecurities,
Blind me with these dissipating dreams,
Drug me so I cannot hear him speak,
Time will soon forget the path I trod,
I will soon forget my angel-interrupted sleep.
oops, no title. The Sleeper....
oops, no title. The Sleeper.
Hey, Stefan, Little Red Man is a ...
Hey, Stefan,
Little Red Man is a great . When first I read it, I imediately imagined it as a spoken-word piece over a fuzzy electric guitar track. Something in the vein of Tom Waits' "What's He Building In There" or "The Ocean Doesn't Want Me".
that is nice heather, i like it :)....
that is nice heather, i like it :).
oops forgot to add i especially like ...
oops forgot to add i especially like the 2nd part :)
awwww, tweren't nuffin' <foot ...
awwww, tweren't nuffin'
cheers Heather and Soldier Boy....
cheers Heather and Soldier Boy.
i'll put one of mine up on sunday or ...
i'll put one of mine up on sunday or monday, probably take me 2 days to clean out my room and find it :/. but meh if you share yours, i shouldn't be afraid of sharing mine. After all, all i am to you is an unknown face behind a computer that may have walked past you 1000 times without knowing it. :)
In my early/mid teens I wrote a bit of ...
In my early/mid teens I wrote a bit of poetry. I still do now, but like Stefan, I can't force it - it needs to come from the heart.
I'm focusing on prose at the moment - short stories to be exact. I've had some of my work - poetry and prose - published in university anthologies and local papers. I hope to start something big - a collection of stories or a novel - by the end of the year, and then look for publication.
It's incredibly hard to get a ...
It's incredibly hard to get a collection of shorts published unless you're already really well-established as an author. It doesn't hurt to publish the short stories in magazines while you're writing a novel, though. It really helps to break the monotony of novel writing. And get yourself a writing group. it's the best thing I ever did for myself as a writer.
You know, I'd be very interested in ...
You know, I'd be very interested in reading something you've written, SoldierBoy...
Okay - a poem published by Massey ...
Okay - a poem published by Massey University under the name Evan S. Lazarus (my secret identity is unveiled!)
Homecoming
-------------
See the blue-purple gold shine through the lace
Feel the breeze as it procrastinates over her dressing table
Her bed buttered with milk for a fledgling star
See the woman - she's your's
And only your's
Angel with a halo of red and blue
You rest your head against her breast
She moves her fingers through your quiff
Your cracked lips thirst
Her brilliant eyes glimmer - they teel of spring
And speak the words of children that adults long forgot
And she's your's
And only your's
Sleep sound, child
For you have returned
That is really quite phenomenal. I'm ...
That is really quite phenomenal. I'm very impressed.
I don't write poetry, so I guess I can't join in the share-fest.
just wow!...
just wow!
Thanks guys :)....
Thanks guys :).
your flow is velvet. cheers for ...
your flow is velvet.
cheers for sharing, man.
I wrote a very clever story about a ...
I wrote a very clever story about a taxidermist today in english. my teacher was totally impressed with it - she esspecially loved the opening line:
"he always enjoyed playing with needles when he was a kid".....
i like writing. writing is fullfilling. the best source of thearapy for me is to write a letter to myself.......thats stuff from the heart....i could use that stuff to write lyrics....
I do a lot of writing. Mostly very ...
I do a lot of writing. Mostly very boring technical stuf however. But within that I do like to spice it up, craft good sentences, and try and add a little subtle humour.
Strangely, for such a connected person, I still really love getting a nice fountain pen and good paper and sitting down and writing letters. And when I do creative writing, I prefer a fountain pen too ...
I do the odd bit of poetry, when the ...
I do the odd bit of poetry, when the need arises.
i always write heaps of shit that ...
i always write heaps of shit that sumtimes turn out to be songs.i do it coz well i wanna get alll my feelings out,and secondly i still have the "im gonna be a rokstar" dream(hehehe).i write at real random times and i write stuff all over the place(it gets on my body sumtimes!)and its always when there is now pen or paper around.i have pieces written on leaves!!!!!
I used to love writing, but I'm not so ...
I used to love writing, but I'm not so sure anymore aye. It's such a great way of expressing exactly how you feel, but there's a certain degree of vulnerability to putting your thoughts onto paper and I don't know how far I trust it anymore. Then again it's often the best way to get what you want to say out if you aren't able to talk about it. Still, I'm having my doubts. But big ups to all the songwriters and poets etc :D
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I think writing songs is the best form ...
I think writing songs is the best form of communication.. does it mean anything to anyone else... probably not.. but hey.. they're MY songs... its not always about you captain self obsessed... sun dried tomatoes cooling on a hoo haa!
I've written stuff since i was 15. ...
I've written stuff since i was 15. Believe it or not. I can't say i was very good when i started though. Anyway at the time it was pretty much just for fun to write songs, y'know we all had the "rockstar" dream. In hindsight it was a tip-off, and the songs were rather lame. I'm so glad when i got to 16 i started to improve and then when i was kicked out of my first band. I had finally been able to write songs that i was proud of and meant something to me. My lyrics had improved as well. I don't mean to sound "conseited", infact im not implying that im the best at all. But anyway im glad i had persistentence, im so surprised i have NEVER given up. Writing music for me has helped keep me sane, take the weight of my shoulders. It's probably the only thing i can do to express myself creatively. Now I even have started a bit of a "lyric diary".
Like y I use to hate writing music, it got so tedious sometimes when you can't get anything you like. Even now tedium hits me and I find it harder to be complacent when writing i don't write as much as songs as before. I find I am chucking away more stuff to the scrap heap and becoming more picky. In 6th form I wrote about 20 songs from scratch in the middle of the year then I found myself chucking song after song till the next year which only 7 songs made the final cut of keeping. But i'm glad í've improved since my wannabe rockstar days.
Sorry to all of you for reading my very vapid ramble.
// Writing music for me has helped keep ...
// Writing music for me has helped keep me sane, take the weight of my shoulders. It's probably the only thing i can do to express myself creatively.
that was beutiful dude, i was gonna say somehting but have just completely forgotten what when i read that part.
on the expressing part, i find to that music is the only way i can express myself fully, i would talk to people but i dont have enough confindence (with the exception of one person) so probably why i enjoy writing now, because when i write stuff i just express myself and what i'm feeling at the time (if that makes any sense).
yeah dude, totally understand it. ...
yeah dude, totally understand it. Pretty much its introverted into extroverted logic but still ambigious, out there and hidden in a way.
finally someone else does....
finally someone else does.
I used to write a lot. I used to start ...
I used to write a lot. I used to start epic science fiction novels during physics lectures at varsity. I'd write up boozy tramps through the south island bush as if I was a journalist for Loaded back when it was good. My shopping lists were works of art.
Sometime in the last couple of years the writing stopped. I'm not sure why. Too tired? Bored? I don't know.
I hope it comes back though: I always did enjoy writing.
The only way to make it come back is to ...
The only way to make it come back is to sit down and do it. Writing isn't a whim, it's a habit.
I'd like to write something. I do ...
I'd like to write something. I do sometimes but later i rip it out and throw it away. I can't bare to look at my own work, ... it's just...uh i dont know. Sometimes i think nothing i do will seem ok to anyone, not even myself, in 5 minutes time.
I like to write off lyrics to music i ...
I like to write off lyrics to music i have come up with...
only problem is when playing with friends, i'm always to shy to show off my music, and even also my lyrics... i suddenly see them as dull/boring, lame.
writing is a very personal thing, i ...
writing is a very personal thing, i think everyone feel the same, sort of embaressed and vulnerable when they show others what theve written.
yep thats true, some stuff of mine i ...
yep thats true, some stuff of mine i won't show anyone, not even my nest mate, who also writes stuff.
I like writing. I keep a journal so i ...
I like writing. I keep a journal so i write in that heaps, but its not all like dear diary stuff, i like write ideas and poems and song lyrics and random stream of consiousness stuff and reviews and stuff too, and just whatever i think about really. I also like writing short stories and stuff. a short story i wrote last year is being published in the Journal of Secondary Writing 2003. its called 'Its All Relative' and i got $100 for it. hehe sweet. (tho the school got another $100 when they didn't really do anythin. gr.) it only took me half an hour to write too. i just wrote down stuff that was in my head at the time.
I so want to be accepted. I want to be ...
I so want to be accepted. I want to be part of the group. I want to share with all of you (if only to make Stefan feel better). Here's the first bit of a story I wrote a few months ago, called Gingerbread Spacemen. The consensus from my writing group was that it was hilarious, but too stupid to be published. Here goes nothing...
The aliens even tasted like gingerbread men. Leona had no idea what had possessed her to put the little guy in her mouth; but now that she had, she thought this must be some kind of a joke. She gently, almost cautiously, picked up another one as it pointed its tiny raygun at her face --its round, crispy head held daintily between red lacquered thumb and forefinger. Leona peered at it as it squirmed in her grip, dropping tiny crumbs in her lap. She squinted at the tiny spaceman through her bifocals, cocked her head and popped him into her mouth. Before she had even swallowed, she was up out of her chair, dusting her hands off on her round behind and scouring the corners of the room for another one.
By the time Herbert came home, sweaty and tired in his cheap suit and comb-over, Leona had found their spaceship. She sat on the peeling linoleum floor in the kitchen, packing her mouth full of the little aliens and dropping crumbs everywhere.
“Honey,” she said, looking up and speaking around a mouthful, “these outer-spacemen are fucking delicious.”
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Ooog. Now I know how Stefan feels. I ...
Ooog. Now I know how Stefan feels. I shouldn't have done that. Can I take it back?
haha i loved readig that! funny, and ...
haha i loved readig that! funny, and interesting, nice work :)
Superb!...
Superb!