The Writing Thread

[APerfectLie]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

A Kiss For a Kingdom


I’ll keep writing, I’ll keep carving
in bitter fool’s blood.
It keeps me alive
in my desperate hunt
to haunt you, reminds me
of all I’m willing to give
to sculpt you into
what I need you to be,
to somehow create
my own divine control.

OMG. Amazing!

[bucklind17]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

I'm deathly afraid of ****ty writing. And since NaNoWriMo is kinda about getting 50,000 words down no matter what the quality, I'm deathly afraid of NaNoWriMo.

Ah. I did it last year for the challenge aspect. Mostly because I tend to flesh out ideas and then that's it, nothing ever happens with them. It was really exciting and refreshing for me to see that I could write a long manuscript with a solid beginning, middle and end. Was it perfect? Absolutely not and no one but myself has read it even to this day, but I've been working on it since last year and it may turn into something more eventually. It also might not. But either way, I know I wrote a pretty hefty piece that, in my opinion, is pretty okay in quality and is something I never actually thought I'd manage to do. This year, I've planned better and have a better idea of what I want to write (part of why I'm resisting writing too much prior to starting) and am hoping that my manuscript at the end of the 30 days is something even more solid and perhaps something I can and want to continue to improve over time. We shall see.

[daniellaaarisen]

Forgotten, Awake

I fell through the world and landed
in a poorly lit dream, where androgynous
shadows dared I sort them from the rest
through my kaleidoscope eyes, with
bated breath. This is where
I found you, in a world
where the negative spaces do
the talking and all the figures
with no mouths smirk in the dark—
knowing I am blind behind
vanity’s pleading eyes, knowing
that the beauty had a youthful beast.
This is where I found you and
this is where you’ll stay, once I
grow up, grow away from this
self-loathing sin and begin to
be forgotten, begin to
fall awake.

[jaycee]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

Forgotten, Awake

I fell through the world and landed
in a poorly lit dream, where androgynous
shadows dared I sort them from the rest
through my kaleidoscope eyes, with
bated breath. This is where
I found you, in a world
where the negative spaces do
the talking and all the figures
with no mouths smirk in the dark—
knowing I am blind behind
vanity’s pleading eyes, knowing
that the beauty had a youthful beast.
This is where I found you and
this is where you’ll stay, once I
grow up, grow away from this
self-loathing sin and begin to
be forgotten, begin to
fall awake.

Dani, you're one of a kind! Have you ever considered compiling your poetry into a book?

[daniellaaarisen]

Originally Posted by jaycee

Dani, you're one of a kind! Have you ever considered compiling your poetry into a book?

Why thank you! I'm considering that-- I want to compile everything I write in college, I think. I'm definitely not good enough now but maybe in three years...

[jaycee]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

Why thank you! I'm considering that-- I want to compile everything I write in college, I think. I'm definitely not good enough now but maybe in three years...

Well, I disagree with your latter sentiment - you're more talented than you realise. Still, you could compile your high school works, but publish them after your college works if you think you'd be more comfortable publishing your most experienced work first...

[LittleCharmer]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

Why thank you! I'm considering that-- I want to compile everything I write in college, I think. I'm definitely not good enough now but maybe in three years...

Do it. Really, I've seen far worse writing than yours published. You have a really unique, beautiful style and since your poems condense a lot of meaning into short passages, they can be interpreted in so many ways.
I'd buy your anthology!

[daniellaaarisen]

You guys are amazing-- can't tell you how much I appreciate the comments. I don't really know how to go about getting published in that serious of a way, but as I said, it's a nice thought... maybe when I get more knowledge/confidence.

[Meowi]

For benefit of my sanity
I thought you were the knights in shining armor,
Told by the great King of Sanity to collect me,
You were to make me whole again…

The least to say, I am a lonely man,
The one who sits a seat down from the left of his own father.
When they say I’m not all there,
Whose there to notice –

Was it something I did out of adoration?
Was it he, the one who lives under the rusty bridge?

Answers that I’ll never know.
Haunted by the same notion of what could have been.
This was supposed to be the end,
But it became the start.

Please, for the benefit of my sanity:

Understand,
Understand,
Understand,

What I have become.
Please, for the benefit of my sanity.

[daniellaaarisen]

I think this poem was the hardest to write out of everything I've ever written.

Landing

I came to you many miles above the world,
caved into your touch, shuddering in the wonder
of merging with another, of the nuances of fate—
flying intertwined for a reason.

Miles above the world, your heart beat
as you watched me. I could feel it through
your chest, pressed against you in our seats
molding to your body more and more
with every sigh, wishing that we never had
our separate destinations.

We weren’t ready for the divergence. To pass
through the barrier between earth and sky,
to touch firm ground, marked dark with borders
and names, the ground where you were known
as one distinct life and I was known to be
distinctly, painfully another.

You’d later haunt me with your softness.
I remembered you while in the grip of another,
tossing my body exactly where he wanted it,
pushing and pulling for his selfish release.

I thought of you, of the way you loved how I blush,
of the way I eased into you and you eased
back into me, of the satisfaction it brought you
to gently bring me higher. In your lips,
I briefly tasted what’s as bitter as is sweet—
recognition beyond my bare body in a bed,
awareness of how little my silhouette really says.

I crave you, the way your eyes drank me in.
I crave the tinge of fear in your voice
that reminds me I am loveable, I crave your
endless questions that remind me
you can hurt. I know I could’ve touched you
with the same care you touched me, I know
how much I could’ve given you
in the fewest precious hours.

But you stopped the fight we once believed in
for us, for the coming together in whatever
way we could. I understand it, all your caution,
our one heartbreaking difference:

I wanted you, to escape my lonely for a while,
and you don’t want me so your lonely never comes.

[daniellaaarisen]

The Lover of a Ghost

I’m the lover of a ghost swallowed
by Arachne’s famished aspirations,

by her beguiling professions, her
ever-soft asphyxiation
her sweet gossamer grip, the shackles
seeking love requited. I have

heard his faded testimony, I have seen
him take the choke. I fell upon him
with my midnight veil, and in the center
stood my eye— waxing, approaching full

bleeding out my soul’s conviction.
And in my lightness shone his chains—
his spider’s art, her labyrinth web
and spoke the moon to a dying man,
“I promise to help you live.”

He begged for me to wane, he pushed me
through the velvet night. He almost loved
Arachne’s bites and chains, sweet throbs
of fruitless guarantee.

Yet I’m the lover of a ghost who spins
his own web of indecision, I’m the lover
of a man who can save anyone but
himself.

[Sahara]

It's been on my mind to go back and read through this thread properly. This is beautiful, Dani, the creative dry spell appears to be well and truly over I love reading your poetry, it always encourages me to go and continue with my own -- and very few things do that any more! Keep it up, sweet girl

[daniellaaarisen]

Originally Posted by Sahara

It's been on my mind to go back and read through this thread properly. This is beautiful, Dani, the creative dry spell appears to be well and truly over I love reading your poetry, it always encourages me to go and continue with my own -- and very few things do that any more! Keep it up, sweet girl

Kathryn, thank you SO MUCH. That's the ultimate compliment to me, and I'm so glad to be motivational to you in whatever way I can.

[iamnotafraid]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

The Lover of a Ghost

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it not yet time to meet the Lord above

The first moment that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love

Every morning that I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wond'rin' if it's her that's really lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air...

[daniellaaarisen]

Originally Posted by iamnotafraid

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it not yet time to meet the Lord above

The first moment that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love

Every morning that I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wond'rin' if it's her that's really lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air...

I love you. And this song.