Alecto Posted July 30, 2004 Report Share Posted July 30, 2004 How great to find a place like this to post on. I have actually mentioned my current writing project in Random Thoughts but this is definitly much nicer. Anyway, moving on. Really alot of what i work on are short stories or poems. Not alot of people read my stuff mainly because i am afraid of what they'll have to say about it. I guess though, that it should be easier online because I dont know any of you. Feedback would be nice, but go easy on me. Im a budding artist. (HA) So, here goes nothing. Slash You sit alone Thinking you're hidden and watch the pain trickle down your arm You think its gone but your wrong. Its not a pain you can force out You have to cry scream yell. Or you cant feel love care. You sit alone thinking you're hidden contemplating the end. ~Alecto Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jillianne Posted August 9, 2004 Report Share Posted August 9, 2004 That's cool, I think I know what its about, considering the title and the first verse, but its pretty Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alecto Posted August 11, 2004 Author Report Share Posted August 11, 2004 Yeah, I guess its pretty. I wrote it for a friend of mine who was having some problems, and I never thought of it as pretty. She didnt read it of course but it was a good way to get the feelings out I thought. Alot of the poems I write are for or about my friends actually. Thanks for your input, Gilliann. ~Alecto Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSYCHOcatholic Posted August 11, 2004 Report Share Posted August 11, 2004 I know whats it about, i remember when i was suicidal, i was contemplating it. But i never did it. In the past year, ive met 6 girls 5 boys and 3 adults that cut themselves. well...6 girls my age, and 2 that are 12 and 13. This poem is a good way to describe something like this without coming out to say it. i like the part about contemplating death, it gets inside the head of a suicidal. its sad, but good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alecto Posted August 13, 2004 Author Report Share Posted August 13, 2004 For some reason, alot of my poems are centered around death or the morbid. I guess, im every psychiatrists worst nightmare, because Im really not a very morbid person at all. Then again, maybe its all the stuff I surpress like the shrink says. I dunno, but here ya go....more stuff for our happy little friends in white coats. He He He A shadow land where nothing lives and darkness time for life never gives a type of people who do not see a person there who calls for thee where pain is ever nagging you and evil invades each thing that you do. a place where time will ever roll and there is no room within the soul. As before, input would be nice. Im new to this posting thing concerning my poetry. Thanks. ~Alecto Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSYCHOcatholic Posted August 13, 2004 Report Share Posted August 13, 2004 My guess is Hell. If it is Hell, i think you hit it right on the nose. Alot of people think that Hell is a place with Fire and cute little red demons with pitchforks. Keep posting, i love your writings! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MuzikTyme Posted August 13, 2004 Report Share Posted August 13, 2004 A very good topic to write about Alecto. My conception of hell is for ever increasing. I've come to the conclusion that it is a place that offers no hope of ever escaping the feeling of wanting to be away from it. In life, we always have hope. Imagine no hope and the tip of the infinity of regret will conjure what hell may be like. Nice writings. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alecto Posted August 15, 2004 Author Report Share Posted August 15, 2004 See what I mean about morbid? Its very strange. Thanks so much for the feedback. I have an entire folder full of stuff i could post. Hmmmmmm...... alright, here's another one. Thanks again. Temptation The night calls to me. Not as if I must answer but as an invitation to Come and Join in. I long to be enveloped in the black tones of night but I fear the dawn. What minefield will it show my footsteps in. Will I pass unscathed while others that follow are burned? Will he still be there waiting for me The questions are too many and teh answers too few. I will not answer this call Instead I will sleep again until the day awakens me and sheds the light for the monotonous trodding of another day. Thats it. yet another piece of my morbid self. ~Alecto Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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