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Post by Arivse on Dec 5, 2012 17:55:30 GMT 2
I too have to say what the others have allready said, really great work Maris!
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Post by maris on Mar 19, 2013 23:29:35 GMT 2
Have been very lazy by not posting my already finished ones still have around 4-5 ones finished that are not posted here. But here's one of them First sentence of this is a question I asked my mother when I was 9 years old. So am very happy I've been able to write a piece that goes with it
Innerself
I am who I am, but who is the I that I am? It has no official name other then the one given to it's exterior shell. Some are calling it soul, concious or intuition, but all names are part of a larger being. It has no voice, other then the one many often choose to ignore. It has no physical strength, other then the strength it's shell has. It has no face, but still shows it's face when being listened to. It's a part of you, you know little about yet it knows all about you. Neither can exist without the other; What happens if it does remains a everlasting mystery. More questions then answers
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Post by Metsä kissa on Mar 23, 2013 23:27:48 GMT 2
That´s awesome, Maris! I really got goose bumbs when reading...
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Post by Arivse on May 14, 2013 23:40:25 GMT 2
Really nice work Maris! And what comes to my next post. I'm posting this to redeem the promise what I've made This one is quite old, about 8 months I think. I wrote it when something happened in my life that I wasn't ready for, what I didn't expect, when I felt lonely, sad and miserable. It's been long walk from there, but I made it Dark hollowed mind Darkness lurks out just before the day light breaks free. It grabs hold on you and won't let you go. It drowns you in sad and misery toughts. It feeds on your past and devours your future. You don't have the strenght to fight it. You only feel sadness and misery just before the day light breaks free. You don't have any other choice but let go of the hope. Close your eyes, harden your heart. And slowly die from inside. Just before the day light breaks free.
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Post by maris on May 15, 2013 0:23:12 GMT 2
Arivse I really loved to read that one, looking forward seeing and reading more of your post in this thread. Also as promised here is one of mine, for all to read
Lost and Found
Sometimes the things you don't want to get lost are getting lost, at first you desperately go looking for it. As time passes by, you start thinking less and less about it; That's when it truly gets lost. But once in a while a distant memory triggers it again and you will start looking for it once more. Not always without results.
It can be easy by just finding a lost item. And other times it's a lost task, still waiting to be completed. Lost connections with which you were once connected; Trying to reconnect with you. Those can be both wanted or unwanted. Now facing the choice will you let them find you, or will they be lost? Possibly forever.
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Post by Arivse on May 21, 2013 9:39:48 GMT 2
Nice work! Liked this as much as your others Arivse I really loved to read that one, looking forward seeing and reading more of your post in this thread. Thanks Maris! I try to translate few of my writings to english when I have the motivation to do that and also finish some unfinished writings too.
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Post by maris on Jul 30, 2013 0:51:41 GMT 2
Being a lazy ass again as always Haven't come up with a title yet so don't look for one (suggestions are welcome though) Being on a low ebb Now it's downtime for the mind... With no interruptions or outside temptations to be lured with. Just me, my thoughts and the wind To carry it across the bridge into reality or a black oblivion; Like in a black hole, never to escape again. Closing my eyes and giving space for my mind to create a whirlstorm of chaos, only to find it's centereye and sitting down in it. With the sound of wind howling all around: Reliving, soothing and feeding new thoughts. Energizing the spirit with new force and power, ableing to rebuild the stronghold. Torn down by the storm of reality, that rages without end. Renewed strenght, insights, ideas and a clear mind will help you conquer even the fiercest storms that clouds judgement
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Post by Arivse on Jul 30, 2013 7:15:25 GMT 2
Really great one Maris Looking froward to see more I've been told that I should post more too.. So I searched my phone for writings and found one which I can post after a small modification Someone Once again I'm free, free to feel wind and rain on my chin. I'm flying through the clouds of happiness. I'm flying over the seas, over the mountains, so high that the sun never sets. I'm free from the pain which shackled me.
I'm more than happy, I feel alive once more, too long I walked in the shadows of my mind. Too long I just wanted to be alone and weak. Weak to admit that I couldn't let go from the memories, memories that have haunted me many nights. But now, I finally could admit, I can have more than misery, pain and sorrow. I can feel happiness & joy, even love.
Love, I couldn't even dream about it for a long time, but now it might be the strongest emotion inside me. Hate, anger, bitterness, all gone, I'm a new person, thanks to you.
You who believe in me, don't take advance from me, you who like me as I am, not molding me on any other shape than the one that I've myself made. You don't want to cut me into pieces and take the best parts with you. For that I honor, admire and love you.
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Post by noncho on Jul 30, 2013 20:37:39 GMT 2
The texts are great, but I just can't imagine without music
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Post by Arivse on Jul 30, 2013 20:59:14 GMT 2
The texts are great, but I just can't imagine without music Heh, that is one reason why I write my texts with it Well I don't have to always since some songs are stuck in my head ;D
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 7:40:42 GMT 2
If you ask me, the band should hire you to write theirs lyrics since their in last albums...ah, well, let's be civil and not hurt anyone's feelings. Great job, guys. And since I promised in 2011 to write and didn't I will throw here one I have on my notes, but which is in my notes that require a review and a re-write, yet I never seem to find time to do so... Raw version then of it, since autumn's not far : EARLY AUTUMN Their blush is glowing....these leaves are happy; In their motherly mission they've succeeded once again: Covering their babies, once in bloom, then flowerly teenagers. In their wifely mission they've adorned treee's body, Making him proud and glowing with fulfillment... In their dutifully mission they have succeeded once more: their veins pomped with life since spring, reached their hay-day in summer, bewitching now in autumn.... Their fall shall come not surprisingly...yet, tears they'll bring again when dead they'll flow onto little ponds of sorrow... Without their death, how would we reach poetry?...
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Post by Arivse on Jul 31, 2013 10:57:00 GMT 2
If you ask me, the band should hire you to write theirs lyrics ;D ;D I would get stressed and my "inner writer" would lock himself from outside world Can't write on command, only when I'm struggling or overwhelmed with strong emotions. But thanks anyway And of course, nice poem! Your texts are always more artistic and pure one Great work!
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Post by Arivse on Aug 8, 2013 10:32:06 GMT 2
Another from me, this is little bit darker than the last one.
Outside, behind the window, it’s raining harshly and the wind is howling. Inside, deep in the feelings, similar coldness keeps its nest. I’m not sure if this is just a dream and I’m watching to the mirror of my nonexistent soul. Or am I awake, at the mercy of those feelings, those which cut and rip like rusty knife. How it came to this again, “Why..?” I hear myself whispering. How to suppress the storm inside me, how to sail to more open waters? How can I learn to enjoy the life, when everything I touch and open my heart turns into ash and dies away? It strangles, distress and hurts. I can’t escape, I’m just watching outside the window, thro ugh the mirror of my nonexistent soul.
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Post by maris on Oct 20, 2013 17:53:44 GMT 2
you know I always love to read your stuff and that you should post more in this thread now a rare thing from me as I couldn't stop writing this in Dutch Verhalen ontstaan door gedachtes, dromen, belevenissen en ontdekkingen, deze 5 zijn onlosmakelijk met elkaar verbonden. In een wirwar van uitwisselingen raken sommige van hen langzaam maar zeker in de vergetelheid; Ergens opgeslagen op een stuk perkament waar iedereen vergeet te zoeken. Ondertussen ontstaan er nieuwe verhalen die vertellen over vergeten tijden. Op dat moment herleven de oude tijden in een klein ogenblik in de nieuwe tijd; Nieuwe gedachtes ontspringen de geest, oude dromen gaan in vervulling en komen er ontdekkingen de hoek omkijken. Nu worden er op langvergeten plekken gezocht, getriggerd door fantasieën en opgedane ideeën die je hart sneller doen kloppen. Verhalen die verloren gewaand waren worden gevonden; Wederom zullen ze gelezen worden, en opnieuw prikkelen ze de geest. Het is een proces in een oneindige cyclus, één die zelfs door de dood niet onderbroken wordt. Sterker nog vele verhalen beginnen pas bij de dood. Dit is niet het einde maar pas het begin
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2013 18:35:55 GMT 2
Loved the post in Dutch! I understood nothing! ;D
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