Lilac Wine (Creative Writing)

Member Name: Glory_FishesII

Product:	Creative Writing
Date:	07/09/04 (164 review reads)
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Advantages: It helps me so thats why its 5 stars

Disadvantages: You will hate it , And think I am mad

I HAVE POSTED SOME OF MY POETRY HERE PLEASE DO NOT READ ON IF EASILY OFFENDED AS CONTAINS ADULT THEMES AND LANGUAGE.

I find poetry relaxes me. I sat down and wrote my first poem when I was ten and a half. A lot of people are afraid of poems for some reason, but I always look at it like a sort of diary. You can find lots of poetry online including sites where you can sunmit your work and enter competitions :www.poetry.com.

I would suggest that you pop down to your local library and get a poetry anthology. There will also b details of local and national poetry competitions at your library.

In fact there are lots of ''The Nation's Favourite..... Poems '' books which are collections of poetry on themes e.g Love, Travel, Children's available in the shops right now. I have spied them in WH Smith and Waterstones.

A BBC Poll on this topic can be found at :http://www.poetrysociety.org.uk/bbcpoll.htm

You don't have to read poetry to write it or vice versa but it is fun and can give you another way of looking at things or expressing yourself.

I am now going to list some broad types that that I enjoy may appeal to you.

If you like rhyme and structure try earlier works like Samuel Coleridge or William Blake for starters.

Here are my favourite ''modern poets''

Humour and wordplay : Roger McGough
Feminism : Carol Ann Duffy
Nature: Ted Hughes
Northern wit : Tony Harris

You don't have to think of poetry as something deep and meaningful or something that bored you at school, it is something that speaks to or for you it is a matter of finding your own voice.

Here is mine:


1. Just the one.

the sky looked like the insides of your head
as we made our livers tinged
to stop the cadent past
that seems to hold you hostage
and I hear words spilling on the floor
and I don't know w
here to look
but anywhere but at you
it makes my insides hurt
to hear the fact that
you are in the same place
that i have been in
for years.
Do you think you're such a
special cunt?

2. Past Form.

the crackle of genetics
the silence of a genepool
drowning us all
in the past
that a piece of paper
foretold.
the ink should have been blood
the paper made out of my skin
for all the good it did me
and you wonder why I wont
take that Blake'd hearse
eventhough I am stumbling
and my feet are weary
I would rather fall
than fall for you.


3. tourist

the birds look well fed
while you all live on bachelor's beer
and small white pills
with crushed promises
that glow like a seedy nightclub's
dancefloor
and the second hand clothes
and second hand lives
seem beautifully
eccentric at the time
and your wooden stairs
bruised me
while you ran away
for the millionth time
in your noncommital life

4. inevitable (part 1)

I was sat pissing the day away
when you said you would call
and like the hundreds of teenage boys
who pledged that troth before me
you didn't
you couldn't
you wouldn't
you won't
whatever the reason this time
men in the street all look like you
and i find myself whispering
words only meant for your ears
you are a bastard
you are the most beautiful bastard
that ever lived to fuck
and lied to be alone
I know you like I k
now my clit
i know you and ive lived this shit
that lies in an unmade bed
and drinks all day to be half dead

6. inevitable (part 2)

the death of friendship
weighs on my chest
snapping my ribs
and i remain silent
as you both talk
of nothing imparticular
how a death brought us here
is not without a
sense of irony
innocence and guilt
iced in the drinks
we use to drown the pain
of the inevitable
those outside may not understand
but this match is over
there is no extra time
there is no result
other than hurt
and this pain in my chest


7. Amber.

be it a traffic light
in the car crash of my life
be it a quicksand
in the adventure
but whatever it is
you are with me when i sleep
and make me stay inside my bed
fighting with my head
wishing i saw dead
wanting words unsaid
be it a traffic light
that time before day is bright
a cease fire in the fight
make everything alright
my life my life my life

8. The end.

the rain poured and i was cold
my feet were blue
but your eyes were colder
you steered and sneered
into a conspiracy
of two
with your comfortable paranoia
to keep you warm
and i was tested and tested
and the rain seemed like
the only thing we had left to share
but you will not give me shelter
nor will i ask
it is better to be alone with pneumonia
than together and sick


9. Inevitable (part 3)

you were never any good at DIY
so where did the screwdriver fit in?
you were never any good at the truth
It was just a row you said
In fact I can't see any good in you at all
You pissed it all away
So lie in that road
Maybe the next car won't see you.
And maybe you'll get your wish
because you are no good at this living suicide.

10. Blue

Little
Jack Horner you are far from childhood
Far from who I thought you were
and even further from importance
I poisoned my insides on the idea of you
To find that the reality is something I don't want
So smile that smile that I thought warmed me
Just me.

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