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Well...I wrote a poem called "The horrible sonata" it's about suicide and Bach, a very weird combination.....
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stillangela
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Sounds interesting. Is it something you'd mind sharing? I love poetry, and that combination sounds really interesting.
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wholigan11
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When I was in middle school I used to write like crazy, but I burned out in high school. Sometimes I get ideas and I start on them, but I don't finish them.
Lately I had an idea about writing a short story about mods and rockers...didn't finish it. I have no idea what to do with it.
Lately I had an idea about writing a short story about mods and rockers...didn't finish it. I have no idea what to do with it.
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shure, i don't mind but it needs more work and right now i can't reach my pc since i'm on holiday. i'l be able to share it only after two weeks if you think it's worth it
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stillangela
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You should do it! It doesn't have to be done in a week, or even a year. Just write when you're inspired. This is a link to a FB writing support page. It's like AA, only for writers
Writing Support | Facebook
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Ahhh, sweet suicide,
Is your voice the sweetest murmur I hear?
I feel lonely, I'l need my fix again.
When I push you inside, I feel your love tearing(strucking) my heart.
When I strangle you around my neck, I feel your love overwhelming me.
When I tie you and fall in the river, I feel suffocated by your love.
When you throw me trough the window, I feel your love making me fly.
Such a lovely way to end this horrible sonata!
The jury is watching as I press the keys.
Will I fail or will I succeed?
Are you the next key I will press?
The song continues and so far,
The jury does not look pleased.
I have not repeated, as much as I should,
Since the heavenly sonata, sounds dissonant when played by me.
When I push you in my hand, feels like justice has been served.
When you cut my skin softly, feels like love is pouring out.
When I swallow tons of you, feels like butterflies are bursting.
When I hide you from myself, feels like I should die again.
Bach is sitting in the corner,
With tears flowing on his cheeks.
After two or three pages I'm stuck, unable to go on.
Will I press you now,
Or will I fail the song?
Ahhh, sweet suicide,
Is your voice the murmur I hear, in my times of failure?
I feel lonely, I need my fix, NOW!
Silence overwhelms the room, as Bach is sitting himself beside me.
The sonata begins - again.
This time, it sounds just right.
The jury seems more than pleased as Bach performs the horrible sonata.
Sooner or later, the sonata is finished.
The jury looks at us a moment, then screams (forte) with excitement.
I'm in a room, all alone.
In the room without windows,
I can hear the ecoes of a song.
Is it you?
Is it Bach?
Or is it my broken mind?
I guess it's very weird
Is your voice the sweetest murmur I hear?
I feel lonely, I'l need my fix again.
When I push you inside, I feel your love tearing(strucking) my heart.
When I strangle you around my neck, I feel your love overwhelming me.
When I tie you and fall in the river, I feel suffocated by your love.
When you throw me trough the window, I feel your love making me fly.
Such a lovely way to end this horrible sonata!
The jury is watching as I press the keys.
Will I fail or will I succeed?
Are you the next key I will press?
The song continues and so far,
The jury does not look pleased.
I have not repeated, as much as I should,
Since the heavenly sonata, sounds dissonant when played by me.
When I push you in my hand, feels like justice has been served.
When you cut my skin softly, feels like love is pouring out.
When I swallow tons of you, feels like butterflies are bursting.
When I hide you from myself, feels like I should die again.
Bach is sitting in the corner,
With tears flowing on his cheeks.
After two or three pages I'm stuck, unable to go on.
Will I press you now,
Or will I fail the song?
Ahhh, sweet suicide,
Is your voice the murmur I hear, in my times of failure?
I feel lonely, I need my fix, NOW!
Silence overwhelms the room, as Bach is sitting himself beside me.
The sonata begins - again.
This time, it sounds just right.
The jury seems more than pleased as Bach performs the horrible sonata.
Sooner or later, the sonata is finished.
The jury looks at us a moment, then screams (forte) with excitement.
I'm in a room, all alone.
In the room without windows,
I can hear the ecoes of a song.
Is it you?
Is it Bach?
Or is it my broken mind?
I guess it's very weird
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I'm new at CF & am writing a memoir about the power of Christian community to heal a shredded soul.
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Just what I was praying I would find ! I have a book in progress and really need info on how to get it published ! Will also include some artwork of mine.
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