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Faith Collapsing
July 23rd, 2016, 05:30 PM
If anyone is confident or interested enough, I would like to see if anybody wanted to show off their writing talents.

Just JT
July 23rd, 2016, 07:39 PM
Here's a poem I wrote about a year ago


244 Days
Posted September 16th, 2015 at 05:53 AM by Just JT
This is something I wrote a couple weeks ago just before my 15th birthday

244 days

That night you went out, didn't want you to go,
You went anyways,
I thought that was fuckin low.

It was supposed be me and you, the two of us together,
We were like brothers, supposed to be forever.

The morning light woke me, like a bucket of ice cold snow,
He handed me the rest of my life in that bucket, how were you to know?

Was New Years morning,
Was good cause to take warning

It wasn't all your fault, you knew no other way,
Maybe different if your own dad had given you the time of day.

You never knew what was going on,
all that time, I was treated as a pawn.

It's been that many days since I've said no!!!
Imagine what it would be like if I hadn't let you go

Instead you were selfish, wanted your own time
In reality, it was when you crossed that final white line

I never knew what it would be like,
But now I know, man we were tight.

It's been that long ago, we have somethings still in common,
my birth, your death, and the time of my gestation

I will always love you, and will Always hate you,
You should have know what others would do without you

It's really unfair you left me this fight
All because you just weren't to fuckin bright!!

So here I sit, starting my 15th year
Wondering why the fuck you still aint here

I've sat up all night, writing this note,
244 days apart, What a fuckin joke!!

Not much so say or do,
Just sit, cry and think of you

It's my birthday, dad, 15 years of your fatherhood,
9 months after you should have covered your hood

Then today never would have happened...

Faith Collapsing
July 23rd, 2016, 09:00 PM
I wrote this in a very dark time of my life.

You gave up your life for what you thought could be pleasure
Cut off your “friends” and traded them for deviance
You wish all the personalities in the world were at your leisure
And wonder why no-one else is that lenient

You are the xenophobe and the suicidal all in one
The cusp of pure insanity loaded in your head like a gun
The breakpoint could be quick or as slow as life itself
As sharp as the remorse you need, as painful as the love you never feed

You are remorseless
Yet stained with guilt
Living out the courses
The flower begins to wilt

Amethyst Rose
July 24th, 2016, 12:32 AM
While this IS an interesting idea, I feel that it could open the door to that dreaded word that all writers hate... plagiarism. I would never do such a thing nor do I know of anyone on here who would, but you just never know.

Faith Collapsing
July 24th, 2016, 01:20 AM
While this IS an interesting idea, I feel that it could open the door to that dreaded word that all writers hate... plagiarism. I would never do such a thing nor do I know of anyone on here who would, but you just never know.

Gasp! In all my careful planning I had no idea that teenagers (The most trustworthy people on earth, obviously) would ever pass off someones writing as their own!??! All jokes aside, that is a problem that I'm kinda annoyed I didn't think of. I'll test every submission severely.

Amethyst Rose
July 24th, 2016, 01:58 AM
Gasp! In all my careful planning I had no idea that teenagers (The most trustworthy people on earth, obviously) would ever pass off someones writing as their own!??! All jokes aside, that is a problem that I'm kinda annoyed I didn't think of. I'll test every submission severely.

Don't be annoyed. I write a lot and have had some writing published in student anthologies, so I don't take these types of things lightly. I'll join you and we can be the Plagiarism Police. :mrgreen:

kylar005
July 24th, 2016, 10:02 AM
Here is the beginning of a book I'm writing. Lesbians ftw btw

“Simply put: I don't think we're gonna work out.”
I'm pretty sure my heart just stopped, as if these words were a plug in my main artery and no blood could run it's course throughout my body anymore. The world, at least the one I lived in, had stopped and was now unrecognizable, as if gravity had flipped, everything was inverted. Also, babies were screaming. Not hypothetical, metaphorical ones, but actual babies were wailing as the background score for literally the worst moment in my entire life at the table next to ours in the picturesque caf, which had been OUR little picturesque caf for years now. Every happy occasion took place here, it had been a place which resonated joy in the depths of my heart, my very being. After these words, it would never be the same. It would be the place where good things happened until it became the place where a bomb blew up in my face and forever crippled me. The bomb was metaphorical, fortunately. Even though the babies probably were louder than the sound of a bomb."