DC's Writings (UPDATED 7/7)

[dragonclaw15]

Bet you guys thought I didn't do anything creative but RP, eh? But I do. I write poetry (I hate most of it) and very rarely some non-poetry...an example is my Love Manifesto, which I believe no one here but Wind read...

Anyhow, this will be my thread where I put all my crap. Well, most of my crap. Um...well, for now, just my poetry. All of these are up at my blog, but I don't feel like posting a link to it.

Almost all my poems are about love, or written with one's special someone in mind.

So without further ado, here's my latest poem.

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Untitled

Here scribbled on the last page
Of this anthology of poetry
There's one last poem written here
At the end of this journey

This poem is untitled
Its author, anonymous
Its message is timeless
But still covered in dust

Nobody wants to take it down
From its place upon the shelf
Nobody wants to take the pain
And put it in himself

Nobody wants to read about
The real side of love
Nobody wants to know that it's
Less like a kiss - more like a shove

Nobody wants to know that it
Hurts and is littered with fears
Anonymous understood love well,
The page is soaked with tears

Untitled is the perfect title
Real love has no description
What's supposed to be red is really grey
Something was lost in translation

This poem is untitled,
Its author anonymous
Its message is timeless
The page is covered with dust.

Somewhere a boy loves a girl
But his heart is filled with doubt
Every word drips with hidden meaning
But he wishes he could do without

Somewhere a girl loves a boy
But she doesn't think it right
"I'm sorry, you're a nice guy," she says,
"So sweet, but if you were rich, I might."

Somewhere a boy loves a girl
He thinks about her every day
Small things remind him of his love
And he wishes there was something to say.

Somewhere a girl loves a boy
And she wishes she could tell him so
She put a letter in his locker, but
He's too afraid to let it show

Somewhere a boy loves a girl
He wishes things could be different
He wishes it could go like a fairy tale
But "Happily ever after" isn't what they meant.

Somewhere a girl loves a boy
She hints to him of her emotion
He's empty inside as well, but
He can't see the obvious solution

Somewhere a boy loves a girl
He feels the pain in his heart so deep
His heart lifts when he sees the girl
He wonders how she feels before he sleeps

Somewhere a girl loves a boy
She sees herself in the rain
He looks up at the sky and hopes
She's looking at the same

In Untitled, a boy loves a girl
So anonymous wrote this poem
He sealed it with so many tears
And forgot it was written in this tome.

The poem is untitled, but
I think the title is "For the One"
The writer is anonymous, but
Its author - one who longs for someone

In the dust this poem slumbers
Written in the back of this collection
It wasn't put there by the editors
But it's the most relevant selection.

[Velesia]

Very good. nice format, espressive language, and good diction all overpowered by a distinguishable tone.
Heavy emotion.
Very good.

[dragonclaw15]

Home Is Where the Heart Is

I woke up today and stopped
The bed was not my own,
In an unfamilar room, I saw
The house was not my home

I lay back down and thought
Of you, and I quickly found
That home is where the heart is,
and my heart was not around

I know that I'm still alive
Elsewhere, my heart still beats
But in its place inside my chest
There's nothing in its empty seat

No place where I may go
Has any familiarity to give
I know where my home is,
But it's not where I live

My home is somewhere far away,
I know my heart is with you too
Please let me go home again,
And bring my heart back with you.

I know home is where the heart is,
But my home is a with a person and not in a place.

[Velesia]

Can't think of anything but praise and wonder why no one except authors ever seems to visit this place...
*sigh* what a pity

[dragonclaw15]

Another poem. I wrote this one today. I feel that I completely mangled my original idea for it, and it instead is a horrible mashing of three seperate themes.

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Half-Done

The grade was a C
"Barely satisfactory"
I did the bare minimum
Only the average, you see

It feels like all my accomplishments
Have never deserved any compliments
It's all been par for the course
For what's supposed to matter most

Lately it feels like I've just
Been going through the motions
Is it wrong to just half-do
Everything I'm not supposed to?

It feels like all my effort's been poured
Into every single insignificant word
Who wants to work all their youth, until what's left-
Want to do a menial, repetitive job till your death?

There's a lot of my faith that the false gods hold
I worship faith and love and dignity, I forsake gold
I accept the evils of the world and the life I must lead
But I still weep for what's been lost and what can't be gained

Lately it feels like I've just
Been going through the motions
Is it wrong to just half-do
Everything I'm not supposed to?

I've been putting less work into this life
Faith in God can be measured by size of tithe
As if you could buy forgiveness
Like you could buy some whore

I want to work for what's important: not a fortune
Not a job and college, but the purity of emotion
I want what's most important, the purity of art
I want the secret to unlocking the human heart

Lately it has just felt like
I'm only going through the motions
I wish it wasn't wrong to half-do
The important things I have to do.

[dragonclaw15]

The Cancer

Lately I've been writing things down
Things to do before I die, but I found
If you put everything off, the list gets longer
If you think you have time, it never gets shorter

The throb of the muscle, the flow of blood
Why can't my answers come in a flood?
This heartbeat of mine is not an answer
Lately all it's felt like is a cancer

There's a lot to think about when you're dying
There's always that fear that everyone was lying
That your truths are either false or half-baked
That in the end, your whole life was just faked

But all these things do
All they ever do is skew
My already flawed view
Of my time - years are few

When you've been dying since you were born
When you realize that it's for yourself you mourn
There's no way to finish it, you have to confess
Your impossibly long list, you settle for less

I drive myself insane with questions and fears
I still need so many answers and so many years
I can feel my heart beat my minutes away
Minutes turn into hours, only twenty-four a day

And now my own blood is a cancer to me
I don't wish to be dead, I wish to be free
I want to fly away from the cage in my chest
Free from the world, no more of this test

But all these things do
All they ever do is skew
My already flawed view
Of my time - years are few

And all I want to do is have enough time
Just enough to find the reason and rhyme
I only want to finish out this game
And I want to come out of it sane

But when all you ever see is the ticking of the clock
And when all you can ever see is your own list
When your whole world is a big hourglass
And your sands slip through the cracks of your fist
When you can't hold onto a reality any more
Much less your will to live
And you would simply love to rest for eternity
Because you don't have anything more to give

When everything inside you feels like cancer
And you see it rotten and black
When your whole life has just been a waste
And you want to have it back
When you want to go back and do it again
But you don't know where to start
When you want nothing more in the world
Than being free from your heart

When your soul cries out for a little rest
And it just simply wants to leave
And a lie replaces every promise you were made
You had always been decieved
And you fall where you stand, too tired to go on
You can't forget your wasted years
And you want to die but aren't able to
Because you can't face your fears

Well, lately I've just waited to die
And I've wasted all my time
And lately I've just waited for
Only one last sign

The sign didn't come, but I realized
That there's nothing more to do
I tore up this stupid list
And then I burned it too
I cut my cancer out of my soul
And tore it from my heart
I ended my old, worthless life
And now I know where to start.