iMiraj
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I'm currently deciding on my medium for my major project.
Currently I know that the protagonist will be a cynical romantic. Yes I know its a paradox. Cant give much more info about it because I'm quite... protective of my ideas.
I'm currently thinking about the medium of:
I have not written a complete short story before but I am unsure if I should continue with poetry as I write mainly during emotional periods of my... "life".
Here are some sample poems I have written.
well theyre all on my blogspot
Currently I know that the protagonist will be a cynical romantic. Yes I know its a paradox. Cant give much more info about it because I'm quite... protective of my ideas.
I'm currently thinking about the medium of:
- Short Story
- Poetry
I have not written a complete short story before but I am unsure if I should continue with poetry as I write mainly during emotional periods of my... "life".
Here are some sample poems I have written.
Dross Effusion
Lost, and I just feel so insane,
This mental structure, it's broken.
Broken... This heart has only ever felt pain,
Its sustained with this dross effusion.
I feel the hurt you healed for me;
It's like a wrongly tied shoelace,
The knot that holds my heart, set free.
My blood is littering this pretty place.
The wound's so deep though it wont hurt,
Endorphins keep the pain as numb.
Blades and drugs... my only comfort,
But I drop this knife because I hate what I've become.
I realise as I watch my blood flow--
I said you stole my heart-- but now I know...
Close to my Heart
I dont like friends kept close to my heart,
They drain it up and tear it apart,
I've never felt so needy before,
But before all of this... I've never loved at all.
This day, it marks my anniversary,
But she went away so she could study:
A month and a day ago she had left,
This pain just throbs in hand with this bereft.
I feel like I'm making mistakes again,
But my heart wants me to board this train.
My tears aren't falling... They're just too small,
They showed me they'd hold me tight if I fall...
I'm hurting from healed pains and more,
Just need an SMS hug-- till i go sore...
Fluctuates
I Rowen look upon my Birch,
And watch her gazing at my chest.
There lies a heart where promise perch;
Where lovers cried as they confess't.
Her sway holds still, her indignant rest,
Even in sleep, she flaunts her love.
Tanned arms branched out; I'll be her guest,
O' as I reach, fall pulls her glove.
In search of love, a man will rove:
My heart is weak, faulty in search,
For I look blindly past the cove
where fertile trees lie-- and hide their smirch.
Fated with a deadly curse,
My love for Birch-- fluctuates like soviet verse.
Fall
The ripened falcate
Sways a lonely sway
Chilling winds soar down upon his figure
Gravity. Force.
Mother nature pressing her thin lips
Goodbye.
Waves to her children and allows
them to fall
Crying, The baby leaf cries
Chlorophyll flowing, tears melting
Dependant.
This lone falcate.
Now brittle, old and brown.
Is fading into his earth
Sedentary.
He fades into the seasons.
Fading. Waiting.
Waiting. Waiting.
Waiting for the next fall.
Lost, and I just feel so insane,
This mental structure, it's broken.
Broken... This heart has only ever felt pain,
Its sustained with this dross effusion.
I feel the hurt you healed for me;
It's like a wrongly tied shoelace,
The knot that holds my heart, set free.
My blood is littering this pretty place.
The wound's so deep though it wont hurt,
Endorphins keep the pain as numb.
Blades and drugs... my only comfort,
But I drop this knife because I hate what I've become.
I realise as I watch my blood flow--
I said you stole my heart-- but now I know...
Close to my Heart
I dont like friends kept close to my heart,
They drain it up and tear it apart,
I've never felt so needy before,
But before all of this... I've never loved at all.
This day, it marks my anniversary,
But she went away so she could study:
A month and a day ago she had left,
This pain just throbs in hand with this bereft.
I feel like I'm making mistakes again,
But my heart wants me to board this train.
My tears aren't falling... They're just too small,
They showed me they'd hold me tight if I fall...
I'm hurting from healed pains and more,
Just need an SMS hug-- till i go sore...
Fluctuates
I Rowen look upon my Birch,
And watch her gazing at my chest.
There lies a heart where promise perch;
Where lovers cried as they confess't.
Her sway holds still, her indignant rest,
Even in sleep, she flaunts her love.
Tanned arms branched out; I'll be her guest,
O' as I reach, fall pulls her glove.
In search of love, a man will rove:
My heart is weak, faulty in search,
For I look blindly past the cove
where fertile trees lie-- and hide their smirch.
Fated with a deadly curse,
My love for Birch-- fluctuates like soviet verse.
Fall
The ripened falcate
Sways a lonely sway
Chilling winds soar down upon his figure
Gravity. Force.
Mother nature pressing her thin lips
Goodbye.
Waves to her children and allows
them to fall
Crying, The baby leaf cries
Chlorophyll flowing, tears melting
Dependant.
This lone falcate.
Now brittle, old and brown.
Is fading into his earth
Sedentary.
He fades into the seasons.
Fading. Waiting.
Waiting. Waiting.
Waiting for the next fall.
well theyre all on my blogspot
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