Creative Expressions

[kurious]

its deep its deep sumfin i learnt today 'try 2 cut corners and ul meet dead ends"ps. yooo mcnulty

[missBee]

I'll make this up as i go along and see what happensVast, unknown planes of desolate isolationWelcome, friend, to hell's unpainted canvas.A thousand glass hearts shattered,scattered among burnt letters,shards protruding,a cavalcade of transparent anguish.Welcome, friend, the the Vase of the DamnedBeige, grey, take your pick.Your existence will forever be coloured with tedious valour.Individuality Sir? I'm sorry, not today.Why don't you try this, A Touch of Everyone.It's the biggest thing out.How rude of me, Sir,Welcome to Imaginations Final Resting Place.Why leave? You have everything you could ever want right here.Pain? Pain does not exist here, nor does happiness.See those glass hearts out there, Sir?You thought it was just aPretentious metaphor.No Sir, it's what happens when you let go.Keep it pent up Sir, take a seat. You're going to be herefor a while.I sat. The silence was agony.Beige and grey, that was my choice now.Shun the emotion, it will only shatter.I'm sorry how rude of me,Welcome to Me.

did u realli just make this up on the spot?? its realli good

[missBee]

another.. just writing not really a poem.. but here goes anywaysLearn to love the IMPERFECT person PERFECTLYBecause in this already flawed world there is by no means a human being who is perfect At some point we all say or do what is wrongEven if we do not mean it we will all hurt someone,and we will all get hurtSuch is lifeThere is simply no PERFECTIONBe true to yourselfBe true to anotherBecause after all at one point or anotherWe all want to be lovedand a quote: "Knowledge cures ignorance. If you are in the know, be f*ck*ng contagious" by Jason Larney

[kurious]

we all want 2 be loved?what u wrote just reminded me of sumfin i read in psalms 'surely men of low degree are vanity, and men oh high degree are a lie:2 be laid in the balance, they are altogether LIGHTER than vanity'

[BLACK VICTIM]

i mean whatever u think i mean hun

sick gif

[Ankle Murda]

''Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies closeCause the folks you call friends can envy the mostSome cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a ropeBurn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sinkSometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em thinkBut sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stinkYou can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drinkI'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blinkAs soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride upAnd the guys that you trusted be getting you tied upAnd we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leaveThat's why even if it's petty I'll be ready to squeeze''-CassidySums up my current mindstate, my third eye stays in full effect.

[kurious]

i wrote this 4 a guy ( i was on sum Bossin up flex ttkk)Fantasyexcuse me?pardon me!but do u mind?if i unwindmy toungue around ur ears and embrace u into my fantasy?fantasyfantasyfantasizeandtantalizewith words so sensually honest that u already know mec we've met b4 u and me weshare the same fantasy...its alot i duno if i can continue

[Soca Junkie]

GO ORRRN

[jellybone]

cool thread

[Mr Q]

i wrote this 4 a guy ( i was on sum Bossin up flex ttkk)Fantasyexcuse me?pardon me!but do u mind?if i unwindmy toungue around ur ears and embrace u into my fantasy?fantasyfantasyfantasizeandtantalizewith words so sensually honest that u already know mec we've met b4 u and me weshare the same fantasy...its alot i duno if i can continue

No offense but cant imagine u writing something like that.Tis good though

[Soca Junkie]

Can u imagine if someone said that poem in a seductive tone in ur ear... jeeze*backs out of thread*

[Mr Q]

Can u imagine if someone said that poem in a seductive tone in ur ear... jeeze*backs out of thread*

i could imagine u writing it, you sound like a freak

[Davicious X]

Been tryin write a book for the last 2 years, its so damn hard but heres a little something from it.Its not a page but a throwing together of a few paragraphs from various chapters that I felt went together really well.Tell me what you think.When Lenny slept his minds eye travelled to random places around the world and beyond, he bore witness to some of the most heinous crimes that could be commited by a man. When Lense slept he saw Hell, Not some second rate mock up you might see in a movie but evil in its truest form. He heard screams, as real as at any music event but with the euphoria replaced by pure terror. He viewed them all as dreams but unlike dreams that fade as you wake, he always remembered them all. Ochi felt that maybe one day he would be given the unwanted opportunity to see it for himself. Talking about it was something they did less and less maybe it finally got to them both, either way Ochi didnt want to set off any negative emotions so deleting the pictures was the best course of action.The young boy had shed his last tears hours ago, and his cries for his parents had fallen on deaf ears. He wore only a small vest which was soaked through with sweat and blood, lots of blood. He lay in a pool of his own blood and urine. The only thing keeping him company was the pole that stretched from the floor way out of view to the ceiling and the chain that had been locked to his ankle and had caused bruising and cut through the skin.He lay on the floor shivering cold with fear. His arms were clasped around the pole and his eyes were closed tightely. The whole left side of his face had been pulverized. Even if he wanted to open his eyes his left one would never open the same way it had before.He couldnt have been older then 8 years old and knew nothing of how he was supposed to handle this situation. He wanted to be brave but the last remnants of his fragile confidence had been beaten out of him hours ago.Lense watched this happen in his dream state but could do nothing to help.The boy heard a noise in the distance and was up like a shot trying to focus on what made the noise and where it came from. He held onto the pole tighter as he noticed the silhouette of a man in the darkness. 'My turn' Came the gravelly voice as his fly zipper was heard coming down and the man slowly stepped into the light...Lense awoke. He didnt want to see any more, though he had seen far worse on those nights when he couldnt pull himself away from his nightmares, tonight though he didnt have the stomach to see some nasty bastard have his way with an innocent child.Lense yawned and prepared to start his day at 3 in the morning.

[Uncle Man]

Been tryin write a book for the last 2 years, its so damn hard but heres a little something from it.Its not a page but a throwing together of a few paragraphs from various chapters that I felt went together really well.Tell me what you think.When Lenny slept his minds eye travelled to random places around the world and beyond, he bore witness to some of the most heinous crimes that could be commited by a man. When Lense slept he saw Hell, Not some second rate mock up you might see in a movie but evil in its truest form. He heard screams, as real as at any music event but with the euphoria replaced by pure terror. He viewed them all as dreams but unlike dreams that fade as you wake, he always remembered them all. Ochi felt that maybe one day he would be given the unwanted opportunity to see it for himself. Talking about it was something they did less and less maybe it finally got to them both, either way Ochi didnt want to set off any negative emotions so deleting the pictures was the best course of action.The young boy had shed his last tears hours ago, and his cries for his parents had fallen on deaf ears. He wore only a small vest which was soaked through with sweat and blood, lots of blood. He lay in a pool of his own blood and urine. The only thing keeping him company was the pole that stretched from the floor way out of view to the ceiling and the chain that had been locked to his ankle and had caused bruising and cut through the skin.He lay on the floor shivering cold with fear. His arms were clasped around the pole and his eyes were closed tightely. The whole left side of his face had been pulverized. Even if he wanted to open his eyes his left one would never open the same way it had before.He couldnt have been older then 8 years old and knew nothing of how he was supposed to handle this situation. He wanted to be brave but the last remnants of his fragile confidence had been beaten out of him hours ago.Lense watched this happen in his dream state but could do nothing to help.The boy heard a noise in the distance and was up like a shot trying to focus on what made the noise and where it came from. He held onto the pole tighter as he noticed the silhouette of a man in the darkness. 'My turn' Came the gravelly voice as his fly zipper was heard coming down and the man slowly stepped into the light...Lense awoke. He didnt want to see any more, though he had seen far worse on those nights when he couldnt pull himself away from his nightmares, tonight though he didnt have the stomach to see some nasty bastard have his way with an innocent child.Lense yawned and prepared to start his day at 3 in the morning.

i like the premisecud be a gritty blockbuster like sin city meets sixth sensewrite it as an engaging screenplay and i'll take it to hollywoodyou'll be the next harry potterno sarcasmps i probly wont take it to hollywood though*,but all the best with finishing it*unless i am going there anyways

[missBee]

Been tryin write a book for the last 2 years, its so damn hard but heres a little something from it.Its not a page but a throwing together of a few paragraphs from various chapters that I felt went together really well.Tell me what you think.When Lenny slept his minds eye travelled to random places around the world and beyond, he bore witness to some of the most heinous crimes that could be commited by a man. When Lense slept he saw Hell, Not some second rate mock up you might see in a movie but evil in its truest form. He heard screams, as real as at any music event but with the euphoria replaced by pure terror. He viewed them all as dreams but unlike dreams that fade as you wake, he always remembered them all. Ochi felt that maybe one day he would be given the unwanted opportunity to see it for himself. Talking about it was something they did less and less maybe it finally got to them both, either way Ochi didnt want to set off any negative emotions so deleting the pictures was the best course of action.The young boy had shed his last tears hours ago, and his cries for his parents had fallen on deaf ears. He wore only a small vest which was soaked through with sweat and blood, lots of blood. He lay in a pool of his own blood and urine. The only thing keeping him company was the pole that stretched from the floor way out of view to the ceiling and the chain that had been locked to his ankle and had caused bruising and cut through the skin.He lay on the floor shivering cold with fear. His arms were clasped around the pole and his eyes were closed tightely. The whole left side of his face had been pulverized. Even if he wanted to open his eyes his left one would never open the same way it had before.He couldnt have been older then 8 years old and knew nothing of how he was supposed to handle this situation. He wanted to be brave but the last remnants of his fragile confidence had been beaten out of him hours ago.Lense watched this happen in his dream state but could do nothing to help.The boy heard a noise in the distance and was up like a shot trying to focus on what made the noise and where it came from. He held onto the pole tighter as he noticed the silhouette of a man in the darkness. 'My turn' Came the gravelly voice as his fly zipper was heard coming down and the man slowly stepped into the light...Lense awoke. He didnt want to see any more, though he had seen far worse on those nights when he couldnt pull himself away from his nightmares, tonight though he didnt have the stomach to see some nasty bastard have his way with an innocent child.Lense yawned and prepared to start his day at 3 in the morning.

wow. what inspired this if i may ask. its really good. i actually want to read more!!!!!

[Mr Q]

Been tryin write a book for the last 2 years, its so damn hard but heres a little something from it.Its not a page but a throwing together of a few paragraphs from various chapters that I felt went together really well.Tell me what you think.When Lenny slept his minds eye travelled to random places around the world and beyond, he bore witness to some of the most heinous crimes that could be commited by a man. When Lense slept he saw Hell, Not some second rate mock up you might see in a movie but evil in its truest form. He heard screams, as real as at any music event but with the euphoria replaced by pure terror. He viewed them all as dreams but unlike dreams that fade as you wake, he always remembered them all. Ochi felt that maybe one day he would be given the unwanted opportunity to see it for himself. Talking about it was something they did less and less maybe it finally got to them both, either way Ochi didnt want to set off any negative emotions so deleting the pictures was the best course of action.The young boy had shed his last tears hours ago, and his cries for his parents had fallen on deaf ears. He wore only a small vest which was soaked through with sweat and blood, lots of blood. He lay in a pool of his own blood and urine. The only thing keeping him company was the pole that stretched from the floor way out of view to the ceiling and the chain that had been locked to his ankle and had caused bruising and cut through the skin.He lay on the floor shivering cold with fear. His arms were clasped around the pole and his eyes were closed tightely. The whole left side of his face had been pulverized. Even if he wanted to open his eyes his left one would never open the same way it had before.He couldnt have been older then 8 years old and knew nothing of how he was supposed to handle this situation. He wanted to be brave but the last remnants of his fragile confidence had been beaten out of him hours ago.Lense watched this happen in his dream state but could do nothing to help.The boy heard a noise in the distance and was up like a shot trying to focus on what made the noise and where it came from. He held onto the pole tighter as he noticed the silhouette of a man in the darkness. 'My turn' Came the gravelly voice as his fly zipper was heard coming down and the man slowly stepped into the light...Lense awoke. He didnt want to see any more, though he had seen far worse on those nights when he couldnt pull himself away from his nightmares, tonight though he didnt have the stomach to see some nasty bastard have his way with an innocent child.Lense yawned and prepared to start his day at 3 in the morning.

Got a abstract feel to it for me, which is interesting. You should try and continue it if you can, how much have you done?hmm quick ting..Daddy’s little girl she appeared to beBut to everyone else who knew her She was more then what you seeHer allure and sexiness did the job Seducing boys & men,she did it all day longJames, Michael, Billy & Rob… Her scandalous ways gave her fameThrough her heartless acts daddy’s girl aimed to cause nothing but painShe vowed revenge against all men As the one she once loved had broke her heart Callous and cold she added names to her listThis guy, that guy, none of them could resistAnd each and every morning…She would leave with a smile Daddy’s little girl spreading her…STI

[Davicious X]

Started it 2 years ago after my younger brother (he was 15 at the time) suggested that all the superpowers had been taken so I vowed to come up with something slightly original it kinda just grew from there. Dont know if I succeeded.Now its 14 chapters long and is becoming a sonofabitch to wrap up... Think Im suffering writers block cos I havent touched it in 2 months.Nice work Mr Animation

[SPEAK NO EVIL]

Gandalf as Social said ur ting wud make a gd filmanyways i dont even like this kind of hip hop too much but this tune sounds like poetry 2 me, mos def smacks it

[missBee]

i wrote this today and just edited it as i wrote it down so it might be a bit shyte. im having a very bad day..I am so sadI am so madBut i guess i am more sadSorrow threatens to tear my heart in halfBut i don't know if tears can express this enoughI can't I won'tI willI already haveThis strength i thought in my heart i saveIs goneIts long gone..Because my heart is coldStone coldSlowlySurelyI fallA long painful fallInto a pit so deepAll i want is to weepThe feeling so heavy on my chestWhere my ever so stone cold heart restsI keep fallingStill fallingMy eyes i closeThis feeling so dark and yet i choseOr so i choseI suppose..But who cares?For this pain noone sharesBut meNot weSo i fallAnd I landBut i cant standThis feeling is oh sooo heavyOn my back it is so heavyIn my stone heart it is heavyI don't know if i can escapeIf i can be meAnd be freeFrom feeling of DEFEAT

[Mr Q]

i wrote this today and just edited it as i wrote it down so it might be a bit shyte. im having a very bad day..I am so sadI am so madBut i guess i am more sadSorrow threatens to tear my heart in halfBut i don't know if tears can express this enoughI can't I won'tI willI already haveThis strength i thought in my heart i saveIs goneIts long gone..Because my heart is coldStone coldSlowlySurelyI fallA long painful fallInto a pit so deepAll i want is to weepThe feeling so heavy on my chestWhere my ever so stone cold heart restsI keep fallingStill fallingMy eyes i closeThis feeling so dark and yet i choseOr so i choseI suppose..But who cares?For this pain noone sharesBut meNot weSo i fallAnd I landBut i cant standThis feeling is oh sooo heavyOn my back it is so heavyIn my stone heart it is heavyI don't know if i can escapeIf i can be meAnd be freeFrom feeling of DEFEAT

Thats good, can tell the raw emotion.

[missBee]

i wrote this today and just edited it as i wrote it down so it might be a bit shyte. im having a very bad day..I am so sadI am so madBut i guess i am more sadSorrow threatens to tear my heart in halfBut i don't know if tears can express this enoughI can't I won'tI willI already haveThis strength i thought in my heart i saveIs goneIts long gone..Because my heart is coldStone coldSlowlySurelyI fallA long painful fallInto a pit so deepAll i want is to weepThe feeling so heavy on my chestWhere my ever so stone cold heart restsI keep fallingStill fallingMy eyes i closeThis feeling so dark and yet i choseOr so i choseI suppose..But who cares?For this pain noone sharesBut meNot weSo i fallAnd I landBut i cant standThis feeling is oh sooo heavyOn my back it is so heavyIn my stone heart it is heavyI don't know if i can escapeIf i can be meAnd be freeFrom feeling of DEFEAT

Thats good, can tell the raw emotion.

thank you. felt a bit better after letting it out. writing helps sometimes..

[Guest Esquilax]

I'll make this up as i go along and see what happensVast, unknown planes of desolate isolationWelcome, friend, to hell's unpainted canvas.A thousand glass hearts shattered,scattered among burnt letters,shards protruding,a cavalcade of transparent anguish.Welcome, friend, the the Vase of the DamnedBeige, grey, take your pick.Your existence will forever be coloured with tedious valour.Individuality Sir? I'm sorry, not today.Why don't you try this, A Touch of Everyone.It's the biggest thing out.How rude of me, Sir,Welcome to Imaginations Final Resting Place.Why leave? You have everything you could ever want right here.Pain? Pain does not exist here, nor does happiness.See those glass hearts out there, Sir?You thought it was just aPretentious metaphor.No Sir, it's what happens when you let go.Keep it pent up Sir, take a seat. You're going to be herefor a while.I sat. The silence was agony.Beige and grey, that was my choice now.Shun the emotion, it will only shatter.I'm sorry how rude of me,Welcome to Me.

did u realli just make this up on the spot?? its realli good

I go for a more pretentious "artistic" approach cuz i'm not a 'troubled' writing like most acclaimed wordsmithsyours are pretty raw though i can see it

[missBee]

I'll make this up as i go along and see what happensVast, unknown planes of desolate isolationWelcome, friend, to hell's unpainted canvas.A thousand glass hearts shattered,scattered among burnt letters,shards protruding,a cavalcade of transparent anguish.Welcome, friend, the the Vase of the DamnedBeige, grey, take your pick.Your existence will forever be coloured with tedious valour.Individuality Sir? I'm sorry, not today.Why don't you try this, A Touch of Everyone.It's the biggest thing out.How rude of me, Sir,Welcome to Imaginations Final Resting Place.Why leave? You have everything you could ever want right here.Pain? Pain does not exist here, nor does happiness.See those glass hearts out there, Sir?You thought it was just aPretentious metaphor.No Sir, it's what happens when you let go.Keep it pent up Sir, take a seat. You're going to be herefor a while.I sat. The silence was agony.Beige and grey, that was my choice now.Shun the emotion, it will only shatter.I'm sorry how rude of me,Welcome to Me.

did u realli just make this up on the spot?? its realli good

I go for a more pretentious "artistic" approach cuz i'm not a 'troubled' writing like most acclaimed wordsmithsyours are pretty raw though i can see it

its good still. i mostly write when i am feeling strong emotions because that is when i am mostly inspired and sometimes its hard to find someone to talk to because after all PAPER IS MORE PATIENT THAN MAN. & lately sorrow & hurt has been my top emotion so most of my poems are dark lol

[Guest Esquilax]

I'll make this up as i go along and see what happensVast, unknown planes of desolate isolationWelcome, friend, to hell's unpainted canvas.A thousand glass hearts shattered,scattered among burnt letters,shards protruding,a cavalcade of transparent anguish.Welcome, friend, the the Vase of the DamnedBeige, grey, take your pick.Your existence will forever be coloured with tedious valour.Individuality Sir? I'm sorry, not today.Why don't you try this, A Touch of Everyone.It's the biggest thing out.How rude of me, Sir,Welcome to Imaginations Final Resting Place.Why leave? You have everything you could ever want right here.Pain? Pain does not exist here, nor does happiness.See those glass hearts out there, Sir?You thought it was just aPretentious metaphor.No Sir, it's what happens when you let go.Keep it pent up Sir, take a seat. You're going to be herefor a while.I sat. The silence was agony.Beige and grey, that was my choice now.Shun the emotion, it will only shatter.I'm sorry how rude of me,Welcome to Me.

did u realli just make this up on the spot?? its realli good

I go for a more pretentious "artistic" approach cuz i'm not a 'troubled' writing like most acclaimed wordsmithsyours are pretty raw though i can see it

its good still. i mostly write when i am feeling strong emotions because that is when i am mostly inspired and sometimes its hard to find someone to talk to because after all PAPER IS MORE PATIENT THAN MAN. & lately sorrow & hurt has been my top emotion so most of my poems are dark lol

i mainly write short stories all of which are darkdark>>>happy in writing i reckonmakes for way more interesting subject matter

[djbmc]

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie,O, what panic's in thy breastie!Thou need na start awa sae hasty,Wi' bickering brattle!I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,Wi' murd'ring pattle! I'm truly sorry Man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle, At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen-icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request: I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, An' never miss't! Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin! It's silly wa's the win's are strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell an' keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' wast, An' weary Winter comin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee-bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee monie a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald. To thole the Winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld! But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy! Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But Och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear!