The Shred Room II (with extra youth)

Stonie's presence here reminds me...

A dart player in the UK uses Marillion's Assassing as his walk-on tune.

Ooh, poetry!   Some nice work here.  James, I liked the first one you posted best out of yours.

Love songs: I've written TONS.  Mostly as compositional exercises, or parodies... a few 'genuine' ones.  And yes, they 'work'.  Nothing wrong with a love song, as long as it's well-written.  And I've written a few poems recently, but they are far too personal for this forum!!

I am willing to share a non-love-song, however.  Warning: contains non-English lyricks.   Well, it'll give you an aural glimpse of my singing voice if nothing else!!

Melissa! 

It's good to hear from you.  How was your seasonal time-off?

Oh and do remember to forward-on your novel when it's done; I'd love to read it!

Gosh, why do you like my worst work?  My favourite poem is probably the last one I posted although some of my nonsense-poems I also like.

This NOT being one of them:

Para-shouting-chuting-noia/tongue in the post (via FedEx)

I've always thought one day,
that you'll end up losing your...
paranoiaic tendencies, awaken me.
Slip into that FedEx mode,
be impromptu and forgetful,
lose that callous on your finger.
Awake, feel your own magnified solitude
and realise you've shrunken the world.

Spare me the diatribe that your sex-fiend
Jessica so politely tells you to pass-on,
Fancy a slice of tongue?
In cheek I keep mine.
I mean in check.

One must never divulge a loose-womans words,
of regret after she became pregnant.
The baby inside her will only kick her hard
and when she grows up, she'll hate her life,
all because she was like a clam shell.

You will never learn the reason,
you'll just remain inept, but you'll per-
severe your arm with a sharp instrument,
longing for love and affection.
You'll only get an affectation of love.

Bail-out at 10,000 feet, measure every incriment.
Inches will pass-by, escaping this world.
You may land on your feet, luck is tricky.
Nobody will be there though, you'll be alone.
Feet in wet clay, the sun shining bright,
you'll be naked after a while.

Only a savage beast will welcome you now,
wanting to break free from their loneliness.

Remind me next time I see you how you are.

Geck0 - 13th September 2005

Oh. must dash. need sleep to wake up in the morning.

Hardly worth doing. I have two lessons.

TGM: Orb wrote: (plus, I've started writing a comedy thing [very Waugh influenced], and I actually don't think it's too bad, if maybe a little too dense. Problem is that I realised halfway through writing the first chapter that I'm too much of a prude to actually handle my favourite idea for it.)

Waugh influenced... wow, that style is tough to pull off.  That combination of pin-sharp observation, dry wit and utter ridiculousness...  Good luck to you and I hope you have success with it!   (Goodness, and now the mind boggles re. the prudery/rudery... )

Bern wrote: Hello everyone. And great work Melissa (is that your name? I forget) ! Do you play the piano too? Beautiful song.

Hehe, thanks!  Yes, Melissa is my name and I sort-of play the piano (just about well enough to accompany myself, anyway...).

That song is one section of a longish-Thing I've been working on for a while.  If the piano was in tune and I could work out the technical niceties (...and I had the time...) I'd make a proper recording of the whole lot.

Or maybe Steve or Mark Waugh...

NaturalScience wrote: Your musical compatibility with MovingPictures7 is Low

LOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

James wrote: Dialogue is evil. So if I ever write anything more than a short-story length, I shall either keep it to a minimum or somehow avoid it all together. It really is that evil and I am useless at it.

Evelyn, and yes, I agree on dialogue. It makes problems. I'm always pretty minimalistic on dialogue (mainly because mine rarely feels right).

Atavachron wrote: James wrote: The weird thing is... that poem above was sort of written about someone in particular but now fits someone else's life much better whilst the original person is nothing like that now. Weird. that's funny   ..and I agree, dialogue is evil

Haha, do you ever write something (poem, song, whatever) intending it to be about one thing/person/situation and suddenly realise later that it was weirdly prophetic of something else entirely?!  That happens to me sometimes.  I'm either psychic or I lead a really cliched existence.

Dialogue is not evil!  I LOVE writing dialogue.