Joined: Sat Oct 16, 2004 11:41 pm Posts: 23014 Location: NOT FLO-RIDIN Gender: Male
Fuck this picture shit.
Write something, anything. Prose, poetry, free form random ass words, etc. Base it off the prompt. This used to be big around here, I'd like to start it up again because it was really good.
Write about sadness. Specifically, write about end-of-the-continent sadness. What does this kind of sadness entail, and is it really sadness?
This is not a "I think this kind of sadness..." prompt. What you should be doing is using this to spar creative ideas: poems or essays or simply paragraphs demonstrating this idea.
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given2trade wrote:
Oh, you think I'm being douchey? Well I shall have to re-examine everything then. Thanks brah.
Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 1:03 am Posts: 24177 Location: Australia
good idea mickey. wow, i haven't written in months.
thundering ocean
pouring the edge of the world
out into darkness
_________________ Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer. The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
Joined: Sat Oct 16, 2004 11:41 pm Posts: 23014 Location: NOT FLO-RIDIN Gender: Male
Driving over that river, I felt so goddamned sad and alone. I was alone; there was no one else in that car except for Thom Yorke, and he was sad as hell anyway. The river was crying: it was crying as I drove over it and the bridge moaned under the weight of the car and together, together we were completely alone. Some people feel alone when they're in new situations, but that wasn't it at all: I had driven this route home every November for the past six years, but somehow this year had become diseased. Six years ago, children obeyed their parents, and never drank their beer nor broke their wine bottles. Six years ago, and I still had grandparents. I had reached a point from which there was no turning back. There was no room left for growing up: I had run out of land and was forced to stay here forever. I had discovered the hollowness of the teenage dream, and now I was utterly and completely alone.
But for the sunrays I would have driven that car clear off the bridge. But for the sunrays, in all their majesty, coming through the clouds, I would never have looked back.
But the sunrays made me think of Dean. So I drove on, into the waters and onto Interstate 75.
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given2trade wrote:
Oh, you think I'm being douchey? Well I shall have to re-examine everything then. Thanks brah.
Joined: Tue Nov 23, 2004 1:36 am Posts: 5458 Location: Left field
The small patio overlooked one of the many sheer cliffs common along the California coast line. Evan, sitting in a worn out whicker chair, gathered a clump of tobacco, and placed it carefully on a slip of cigarette paper. Anglia, holding an unopened bottle of Jack Daniel’s, paced the narrow room. Finally, Anglia decided with a slight lift of her upper lip to undo the top to the bottle in mid-turn.
“Just leave, if you’re going to pace like this, just leave. You’re making it worse,†said Evan.
Anglia held a glass filled with the dark liquid to her mouth and stared out to the water. Dark clouds had gathered in the west, and were beginning to project their large, lumpy shadows onto the seemingly endless blue pool of the Pacific Ocean. Anglia took a small slip. “I’m making it worse?†Anglia asked, and took another sip. “Smoke another one of those; I’m not leaving, not now.†Anglia turned to her right and with a somber smile; she took in the vista of a patch of light spilling into the horizon to the north as if cups of sunlight had been spilled over an argument held in the world above.
Even held his fresh cigarette to his mouth and sighed as a pile of medical papers lifted and fell on the wooden table with the ebb and flow of the casual ocean breeze.
_________________ seen it all, not at all can't defend fucked up man take me a for a ride before we leave...
Rise. Life is in motion...
don't it make you smile? don't it make you smile? when the sun don't shine? (shine at all) don't it make you smile?
As I drive through this thick, blinding fog I swear I can't see two feet ahead of me. I'm hallucinating, I wonder if those are brake lights and I wonder if I really care if I crash. The fog is dense, I always wondered what clouds would feel like, but it's misleading because they have no feel..............
This drive feels like it's taking forever......I look down at my watch for a brief second, because of the hallucinations it doesn't show the time, all I see is Gargamel from The Smurfs staring blankly at me.
Hit the brakes.
I hear a voice, "Welcome to Biscuitville, can I take your order?"
Yeah, give me a sausage biscuit combo.
So...I pay for the food.
Fuck the fog, I'll eat this in my car. Oh yeah, and it's Christmas and I'm sad.
Joined: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:10 pm Posts: 2154 Location: Rio
sad today (by deav) Rio, Out 2004
nothing’s changed
no tragic event’s taken place
it’s not cause this room feels strange
or i can’t remember my face
i just feel so sad
i just feel so sad today
it’s not cause i’m lonely
it’s not cause i’m getting old
it’s not cause it’s raining
it’s not cause it’s getting cold
i just feel so sad
i just feel so sad today
it’s not cause dreams seem pointless
now that the world’s at war
not cause children are starving
now that hope’s so far
i just feel so sad
i just feel so sad today
it’s not cause i hurt all over
it’s not cause i’m filled with sorrow
it’s not cause the movie is over
it’s not cause there’s work tomorrow
i just feel so sad
i just feel so sad today
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