why?

Because I find him amazing...

OK...

He's so cool! And clever! And...it's S-T-E-P-H-E-N F-R-Y!

i second the stephen-fry lovefest. hurrah for mr fry!

Yay! And yay for English teachers who remind me of him! Yay!

ALRIGHT! FINE! NOBODY'S POSTING ANY WRITING. dammit!

This is what you've reduced me to - you've brought this upon yourselves...

Off/Set

Everything has a cloud of cinematic brilliance.
But I cannot hide behind it.
I think I got lost inside.
And it chokes me, on occasion. And tears run in rivers.
We are not beautiful. We are not glorious.
We are not alone.

One amongst millions amongst billions amongst more.
In the crowd.
We will turn to each other with polite smiles.
I will shake dust from my suit cuffs
And I will tell myself that it is stardust.
It is beautiful. It is glorious.
It is not.

Reality is a face behind a mask
Amongst other faces, alone in a crowd, amongst more.
Reality is not my friend.
Reality is the bitter morning after-taste.
It is the cold wind that slices through cheap overcoats.
It is the concrete that meets your face from time to time when no-one is looking.

I am not beautiful.
Say it again.
I am not glorious.
Say it again.
I am not wonderful.
(It was only dust. just average dust.)
I am not amazing.
(On the cuffs of a second-hand suit.)
((Do you feel the wind?))
I am not beautiful.
I am not. I am not. I am not.

Perhaps I will dress down for dinner tonight.
No-one is watching.

quote:

I am not beautiful.
Say it again.
I am not glorious.
Say it again.
I am not wonderful.
(It was only dust. just average dust.)
I am not amazing.
(On the cuffs of a second-hand suit.)
((Do you feel the wind?))
I am not beautiful.
I am not. I am not. I am not.

Perhaps I will dress down for dinner tonight.
No-one is watching.

Beautiful.

hey thanks becky!

No worries, I was just being honest!

BECKY!!!!! SOMEONE'S POSTED THEIR OWN WRITING IN THE COMMUNITY! Do you have any idea what a BIG moment this is! It's taking off! I'm so excited! you must check it out! HURRRRRRRRRAH!

I wrote something, finally....s'not very good...not nearly as good as yours Jade...

A child sits curled up tight
Deep inside me out of sight
It looks up with its face stained with tears
A face that's old beyond its years

I look around and then I see
Another child looking back at me
A child that is full of rage
Locked up in its angry cage

The last child sits looking around
Looking for something that cant be found
But yet I see it in it's eyes
A hope for love and joy still lies

I think of all these things inside
All the things I have to hide
I die inside and all the while
Upon my face is fixed a smile

Another day, another grin
Cant let you see what lies within
The scars inside are hard to heal
So I numb the pain and cease to feel

The scars outside are long and deep
The children inside start to weep
I sit there in my sea of red
At last another pain instead

yargghh!
it slipped to page two!

i can't believe i'm only finding this when i want post something up (how self-obsessed) and furthermore, i can't believe i missed loz's poem without comment.

Loz - it's dark and angsty! But i loved the continuing metaphor with the whole Child thing - it was really effective and worked nicely with the whole mood of the poem.

I'm so glad to see you've written something and put it up because I wouldn't want your talent going to waste - will you put it in the LJ community?! (plugplugplug - no I'm not just saying it). Souper stuff, Loz.

Here we go: (the rhythms a little off but i don't have time to correct it - that's just HOW BUSY I AM!) here's me being political (??) which I really am not...

perhaps this is really it.

We are united through jet planes and wires.
The air is free and so are we all at last.
But as east from west turns and quietly conspires,
Do you have any answers to what I ask?

I am too young for opinions; I am too young to vote,
My hands will fit flagpoles, not pens, so I'm told.
Ignorance may be some bliss but I am lost and remote
And all sun that shines on me feels cold.

Newspapers lie but who else can we trust?
I forget who I swore allegiance to,
There's carnage, wreckage, loss and there's us,
Until the blind are the blessed few.

Should I smile and nod and sing out proud?
And be glad for one where once were two?
Sing out over the gunfire and the brick-dust cloud
And drown the world: red, white and blue.

Should I love you still despite all your blunders?
And stand tall where poorer men fear to tread?
While above me, my sky shatters and thunders,
And in far-off lands lie the dying dead.

Must I forever make up your excuses?
Must I fight the cause that you will neglect?
How can we tell who wins and who loses?
Great Britain, I would like to forget.

I like that LJ. I'm not sure I'm in full understanding with it, as of yet, but still.

Favourite verse was:

quote:

Newspapers lie but who else can we trust?
I forget who I swore allegiance to,
There's carnage, wreckage, loss and there's us,
Until the blind are the blessed few.

And sorry loz, for not commenting before. Nice, angsty poem. I, too, liked the metaphors.

That's good, LJ. You're right about the rhythm, but maybe you'll do a second draft some day. If not, it's fine as it is.

Hello Mickey!

**waves**

souper stuff, thanks all.
yes the rhythm would really be bugging me round about now but the need to do my biology and philosophy essays has overridden incessant perfectionism for the time being. perhaps i will come back to it.
thanks!

quote:

I'm trying to start my novel at the moment...it's not really working out right now!! Have started Creative Writing classes again now though, so maybe something will appear in this thread sometime..

hey hey! have fun! i would LOVE to take creative writing classes but our school are far more academically-obsessed and less big on the whole creative writing front. i guess they take it to be an amusing distraction or hobby rather than something Gravely Serious... although i'll be co-running the Creative Writing club in my school for younger years so that might be fun.

good luck with the novel - i don't have that kind of commitment yet but i'm hoping for it someday. looking forwards to seeing some of your stuff up here - no excuses now esp since i clearly don't wait until i'm happy that things are good enough before i put them up.

I like that LJ. I found it ridiculously inspiring.

Personally, I found great strength in your paragraph:

quote:

I am guilty of b-tching. I am guilty of abandoning my ever-shifting principles. I am guilty of contempt, of selfishness, of envy. I am guilty of idealising anorexia and dragging a pen-knife blade across my skin for want of something more meaningful to do with my life. I am guilty of self-obsession and self-hatred at the same time and alone. I am guilty of adopting an artist’s song lyrics as words that fit me, but I really mean that I tailor them until they fit. Well, they made it sound so beautiful. (And I do care what people think of me. I do, I really do.)

Great work!

Thanks, Becky - that really means a lot. I'm glad it Inspired. Does that mean we'll be seeing some of your writing up here now?!

I realised the other day that it comes at the most awkward of times...

Oh really? And is that going to be your excuse or is there an actual story behind this event?

Jade, that was so good. (That is not me being shocked that you did something good, because you have a habit of it, it was a you-always-surprise-me-thing)

I saw some of myself in there too. *ashamed a bit* Is all of that you? Did that question make any sense? Hmm, I hope you get what I mean.