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In keeping with this week's challenge, please find enclosed a short poem. Dedicated to someone I have mentioned here before. I name it 'Dream Of Reunion'. I've not written a poem in some considerable time so I may be a little rusty, but for something I just knocked out in a half hour I'd say it's a decent start. Enjoy.

A gentle breeze softly whispers

Flowers bloom in the infinity

The echo of your voice

Radiant as all heaven

Calling through time

A shield of purest light

Banishing even the reaper

Dreams of the morrow

Held deep within the heart

Innocent love unspent

A soothing warmth

In the ultimate dark

The shadows fade

Defeated by your memory

No prize to claim this night

Your faith in me

My faith in you

Our faith in the future

No foe can stand before

[size=12]The next world can wait

[size=12]We're not through yet

[size=12]Keep your eternity

[size=12]Nothing could compare

[size=12]To one last moment

[size=12]By your side

[size=12]The new day comes

[size=12]And from the end

Comes a new beginning

A final chance

To win it all

Find peace

Find love

With or without you

My debt to be repaid

For this rebirth

By your kindness

This I swear[/size][/size]

The light you shone upon my life[/size][/size]

Will shine upon the world[/size][/size]

I shall earn what you have given me.[/size][/size]

A little sappy perhaps but those of you who know my history will know the meaning behind it.
 
What the hell! Get out of my life!
Her words echo out with brute conviction
A saddening situation resulting in strife
This could never take a new direction

The lonely man walks away
His heart was starting to decay
Ever so persistent, he turns around to say
Fine! I didn't want you anyway!

Up he went to nowhere
Crying tears and loudly bawling
Kind, humble, nice and fair
It was what he felt she was before falling

Sighing and closing his eyes
The man lay there for a moment
He felt the urge to rise
Into the open sky, to avoid his descent

Silly him, he thought for a while
Suddenly, he remembered a way to fly
He saw the canyon, deep about a thousand miles
It didn't matter what would happen, live or die

Then when his body was discovered two days later, his cellphone, somehow still intact, had a message that read "I'm sorry."

~End~

Honestly, I thought that sucked.
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Did you see the secret message by the way?
 
Guys, My latest poem. It's LOOOOONG, and it's for a friend of mine I value a lot. It's just a short excerpt, but the final poem will be a whole lot longer:

In a distant place, a distant time,
Where maidens sing a different rhyme,
Over lakes and fields of sunset gold,
With singing birds of every clime.
About the hills stands a maiden fair,
The winds playing about her soft brown hair,
She stands and sings for herself, alone,
Where none can hear but the voiceless air.
Her flowing voice is sweet yet bold,
Over every heart it has a hold,
For it sings a tale of warmth and joy,
That wards off the darkness, that fends off cold.
A sheaf of barley, a bushel of grain,
Time passes with her softening refrain,
Her gentle mind seeks more than her village,
Where every passing day brings her more pain.
So there once came a day, where her voice fell still,
And there was no trace of that maiden upon her hill.
Her heart had torn free of its restraining chains,
Her untamed wonder sought adventure to its fill.
 
Here is a recent piece from me.

Kip - Basic Story Idea/Abstract

Kip ran over the grassy knoll, attempting to escape his pursuer. Kip had a cloth bag swung over his shoulder as he bolted that made his gait uneven and sloppy. His spindly little legs carried him as fast as they possibly could. They were certainly willing, but their co-ordination was lacking, and as he started down the slope, they tangled beneath him. Kip fell face first into the dirt and rolled down the rest of the hill, leaving him sprawled at the bottom of the hill, moaning softly. The contents of the bag were strewn all over the ground.
He felt a pain on his lip and pulled his hand away. It was covered in blood, and as he spat some of it out, he felt a tooth go with it.
“Damn it!” he said to no one in particular, “Ma is going to kill me”.
That thought instantly left his head as he heard a pair of feet scuff the ground near his feet. The man was silhouetted against the sun, his face in deep shadow. He was barely breathing hard despite having to run quite a distance to catch Kip.
“Look what we have here,” the man said no unkindly, “A pretty criminal who thought he could escape with my belongings.”
More than anything, that made Kip more scared. He knew how to deal with anger. People had gotten angry at Kip his whole life. But this curious confusion made Kip all the more worried.
“Always fear a gentle man’s anger,” his Ma had always told him; and this man was certainly gentle. He had yet to lay a hand on Kip, and Kip didn’t want to stick around until that changed.
He slowly got to his feet, testing his legs to make sure there was no damage and started rambling while he picked up the bag he dropped, “I am very sorry sir. I know it is wrong to steal and there is no excuse for what I have done but...” Instantly he swung the bag at the strangers head, expecting to bowl him over so he could make an escape into the woods.
The man simply swayed to the side, raised a hand and grabbed the bag with an iron wrist. Kip stared at him wide eyed and let go of the bag.
“I hope nothing in here is broken” he mused, almost to himself. He opened the bag and started rummaging through it to make sure nothing was destroyed or missing.
Kip slowly backed away and without raising his head, the stranger simply said, “I hope you don’t plan on trying to run away again. I don’t think you will be so lucky a second time”
But run Kip did, headlong into the woods. The stranger simply gave a soft sigh, tied his bag up and walked into the woods following Kip.
Kip ran until his legs gave way and his breath came in ragged gasps. He figured he had lost the stranger and had a sit down on a large rock near the river. Just as he was starting to relax, a hand grabbed the front of his shirt, clenching it tight in his fist.
“I told you not to run away” the stranger said in a low voice. It wasn’t threatening, but it wasn’t gentle either, as though the anger was ready to well up just beneath the surface. “Let’s see if you can swim.”
Kips eyes went wide with fear as the stranger started to drag him towards to the river; and despite all Kips struggling, he was dragged, inch by inch closer to the water. At the water’s edge, Kip started to treble and a powerful arm lobbed him into the centre of the river.
 
Sterling said:
Challenge of the Week: Write a poem, or a small story. Make it dedicated to someone you love, or someone you really appreciate. Show them what you wrote (if possible), then let the love circulate.
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What would you say
if I told you that I have been carrying
within this hollow breast
the ghost of what passes for hope
that you and I
will mean more than simply that
it will mean us.

How would you feel
if I revealed without ample warning
the unworthy shrine to you
I have created in the dirty shoebox
that passes for a heart
and you saw that every day
I was the sacrificial offering.

What would you do
if you found out that every night
I lie in my room
and caress your sweet lips with my mind
and hold you close in my heart
and cry bitter tears when I wake from my reverie
and find myself without you.
 
Sorry that I haven't visited this for a while.
I'll start posting my writing in a while.
I got so mixed up with school that I totally forgot >.>
 
Ok. This is a uni task, but it will also suffice for the weekly challenge. Its dedicated to my girlfriend, whom I love with my whole heart. That said, this is in a verse novel format, not quite poetry, not quite short story, but in between. It has structure and layout but its too hard to replicate on the forum so this format will have to suffice.

Washed Away

I rise
Wake from my slumber
Eyes refuse to focus
I stub my toe
And softly curse

4:00am
It blinks
And blinks
Its stupid’o’clock
As my father used to say

I get ready
Grab a backpack
And pack the stuff
A note
Single rose
Ornate wooden box
Fasten it tightly
And head off

The car sputters
Spewing black smoke
It sounds horrible
But it works

I leave
The house
The street
The town
It’s all behind me
Further and further away

Headlights shining through the morning fog
No one else is here
All alone
On this road
I stop
And its still dark

My flashlight
It shines the way
And I hoist the pack
Over my shoulder
And grunt from the weight
A car drives by,
The only sound I can hear
Apart from my own soft breathing
In
Out
In
Out

The bush welcomes me
Like an old friend
But its been a while since I last walked this way
Its overgrown
And catches on my clothing
Pulling me
And I struggle to move forward

I stumble and fall
Grazing my knee
Stupid tree roots
Dim flashlight
I hobble further on
The sky is not quite as black as before
And I hustle on

I hear water
Cool refreshing water
I lick my lips
My tongue darts
As if tasting the air
I smile
Cracking my tried face

Suddenly I make it through
To the waters edge
And the tree

Its old
Gnarled with age and exposure
Stoic
Welcoming

I sit under it
In the shade
Watching
The sun rises from its cradle
And the bursts to flames
Bringing light
It rises in the east

It was the favourite spot
For all these years
So many memories
Cherished in my heart
And mind

And as its setting in the west
She arrives
Footsteps
Getting louder
And louder
Breaking twigs
Kicking dirt

She sits down next to me
“Do you have it?”
My throat dry from a lack of use
Strangles the word in reply
I try again
“Yes”

Her hand creeps into mine
Soft and smooth
Against dry and rough
“Lets do it”
She whispers

I pull out the rose
And the letter
And the box

The rose is placed under the tree I had been sitting
I read the letter
Tears roll down my face
And hers as well
And we take a moment
Remembering
Thinking
Thanking

The box is opened
And its full of ash
I walk to the waters edge
It flows slowly
Serenely

I wade knee deep
And I tip the contents in
Reverently
And whisper

“Never forget
I love you.
I always have.
I always will.
I will see you soon”

And the water slowly washes away
The ash of my love
Of my wife
 
Good job everyone. I read all these recent posts, and I like what I see. Keep it up.

On a side note, I'm strapped for an idea for the next challenge of the week. Does anyone want to suggest something?
 
Maybe you could ask people to write whatever they want as long as it incorporates a certain line. Something like, "The octopus never sleeps before midnight," perhaps?
 
Well here is where I can become useful Sterling. I have a bunch of little writing activities that people can do.

One is zoom out, which is a descriptive exercise. Basically, you want to describe an object by focusing on a single point, whether it be a item on a desk or something. Then you step back and look at the stuff around it, then take a third step back and describe more. I think that you will understand better if I put up an example. I did one previously and will do another one if we end up doing this activity.
No pressure to choose any of my ideas, but I feel like trying to help out a bit more.

My Hill

The dark green bench stands stoically on its legs. Despite the beams being different lengths, causing a slope to one side, it retains its dignity, not caring for what others think of it. It may be weathered and worn by the elements but its vibrancy remains.
It remains underneath a large tree, old and gnarled by age. It has weathered the same as the bench and remains standing, tall and proud. The cold wind whips through its branches, setting of a keening noise that exists right on the edge of hearing, obscure yet ever-present. You would not notice it unless you knew about it beforehand.
All this is situated upon the top of a hill. A single dirt path, worn down by countless feet, permeates the knee high grass that sweeps and bends in the breeze. The slope is gentle on all sides, allowing relative access for all of those who wish to visit.
To look at the hill as a whole, you see and ocean on yellow. The grass covers the hill from head to toe and this gives it a warm glow that warms your eyes. Large, brown kangaroos bound majestically through the waist high grass and graze on its many nutrients. Small green bushes pepper the hill, breaking up the scene of yellow and brown with their spots of dark green.
Zoom back once again, and you will see that this hill stands with its sister. Both hills are much the same but both hold their own beauty. A small track forms a bridge between them, makings its way through the bush, like a snake slithering slowly over the ground. The ridge joining the two hills frames the sun as it rises from its cradle and bursts to flames, radiating warmth and safety.

OH. And one other thing that I want to mention. I am getting a childrens picture book illustrated through the university, which is pretty awesome. I cant wait to see how both of them turn out.
 
These Words, For You
Pieces of life
All that we find
Sold and repaid
Far and away
Yes, I will
And you'll remain

Pieces of time
Play and rewind
Reasons to stay
Far and away
Lost and found
Sunlight in rain
Yes, I will
And you'll remain

I
Thought them through
Wrote them down
These few words
All for you...

I
Thought them through
Late one night
Next to you
These few words...

Yes, I will
And you'll remain

And...
The chorus to the song I'm working on currently:

Silent waves
Can't you feel them crash against your face?
Still you walk into the ocean
Another failed attempt to matter
To someone other than you

The darkest night
And the fear you'll never make it right
Did you wake up all alone?
Another failed attempt to matter
To someone other than you...
 
Sterling, you could try asking members [writers, especially] what they deem are their greatest weaknesses when writing. Depending on what we get, then it makes planning the rest of the weekly challenges easier.

PS
Did old8oy change his name back? Man, since the site updated, I've been a bit bewildered by it all. I oughta change my avatar, hm...

PPS
Speaking of Old8oy... Just gonna PM you bout the uploading in a bit...
 
Hm... Anyone trying NaNoWriMo this November? I signed up on the website and all already. Just need to get my mind set on which plot to use. And of course, how to write it.
 
Shinigami357 said:
Hm... Anyone trying NaNoWriMo this November? I signed up on the website and all already. Just need to get my mind set on which plot to use. And of course, how to write it.
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That's the thing where you have to write a one thousand page novel in a month, right?
 
You write a 50,000[or more]-word novel from Nov 1 - 30. Just kind of finished my tentative plot. If anyone else signs up, tell me - coz doing stuff alone kind of sucks.
 
Well, I will definitely consider it. It's a big commitment, sure, but it sounds like it could be fun as well.
 
@shinigami - yeah, I am. I did it last year too, but broke my arm halfway through, so I couldn't finish.Did the camp Nanowrimo versions in July and August, and finished both of them
 
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