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The Poet Jonah Wooderson
Posts : 418 Join date : 2011-10-24 Age : 33 Location : Chattanooga, the cousin nobody invites to the family reunion
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sat Sep 15, 2012 11:39 pm | |
| [No Forever] The incomplete and crooked Surface of my soul Ignites the tragedy And the chipped tooth Of all my lovers and their gods; How I can’t hold steady The bells of my gut.
Her name was Eleanor Price And you know nothing about her, But when she was 17 She was trampled to death In Yankee Stadium.
Somewhere beneath a bridge A man crosses the street Like some phantom of my heroes With their fabricated failures of elation; The echoes of the shadow in front of me And how they compose themselves like spackling On the rotting walls of my bones. It’s this loud and unsettling circus That kills me every night, It’s the string between My liver and love That’s slowly coming unwound.
This is me digging my own grave But mistaking it for a foxhole: The shovel that I dig with Treats me better than anyone else, And the dirty that I cough on Knows me better than myself.
Her name was Eleanor Price And she means nothing now.
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DeathoftheCool The Navesink Banks
Posts : 1953 Join date : 2010-07-26 Age : 29 Location : The Dreaded Barbary Coast
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sat Sep 15, 2012 11:51 pm | |
| fuck. i like how you draw upon historical tragedies for this really personal poetry. that long middle stanza kills it | |
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DeathoftheCool The Navesink Banks
Posts : 1953 Join date : 2010-07-26 Age : 29 Location : The Dreaded Barbary Coast
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sat Sep 15, 2012 11:53 pm | |
| - The Poet Jonah wrote:
- [The Judge]
On West 45th Street The fallen lord of those fenced up Troubled gardens of my youth Climbs into a taxi To be baptized for Pluto, Making himself invisible In the rocking chair back porch Of my stubborn idled mind; God’s inside joke.
There he waits with hesitant ambition For the unwanted unwinding backwash Of the aching concrete city in my bones,
With selfish Sally Lou distilled And my letters to Stella in the fireplace I am alone and lost in the trees Between a storm brewing Patiently in the distance Where the pit of my stomach works In mysterious ways, And a beach in the pacific Where the ocean doesn’t end And God is nothing but a lobster Whose words are forgotten by the end of the day.
And this one is really damn good as well. Kind of a juxtaposition between the fantastic and the mortal and realistic it's a shame | |
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IrishNameAndAnInjury The Navesink Banks
Posts : 13514 Join date : 2011-09-16 Age : 41 Location : Spokane Valley, WA
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun Sep 16, 2012 3:39 pm | |
| Cody, those poems are brilliant. I really don't know how you do it. The mix of pain and beauty in your words is fantastic, and when you add in the elements of history and religion, it just takes it over the top. - Quote :
- Making himself invisible
In the rocking chair back porch Of my stubborn idled mind; God’s inside joke. This is my favorite part of "The Judge". Those last two lines just kill me. - Quote :
- This is me digging my own grave
But mistaking it for a foxhole: The shovel that I dig with Treats me better than anyone else, And the dirty that I cough on Knows me better than myself. This stanza really stood out to me in "No Forever". I have been in that place before and I hope I never go back. I hope you never stop writing, because you have a ton of talent and your poetry is so unique and heartfelt. I'm really glad you shared these with us. | |
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Hanswurst Wooderson
Posts : 558 Join date : 2012-04-27 Age : 29 Location : Germany
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun Sep 16, 2012 4:41 pm | |
| - The Poet Jonah wrote:
- [No Forever]
The incomplete and crooked Surface of my soul Ignites the tragedy And the chipped tooth Of all my lovers and their gods; How I can’t hold steady The bells of my gut.
Her name was Eleanor Price And you know nothing about her, But when she was 17 She was trampled to death In Yankee Stadium.
Somewhere beneath a bridge A man crosses the street Like some phantom of my heroes With their fabricated failures of elation; The echoes of the shadow in front of me And how they compose themselves like spackling On the rotting walls of my bones. It’s this loud and unsettling circus That kills me every night, It’s the string between My liver and love That’s slowly coming unwound.
This is me digging my own grave But mistaking it for a foxhole: The shovel that I dig with Treats me better than anyone else, And the dirty that I cough on Knows me better than myself.
Her name was Eleanor Price And she means nothing now.
BANG! ... ya see it ?! you hit me really hard. even my english isn't that good and i nearly understood have of this i got such a deep kick! in my head and in my stomach - cause those lines are incredible fantastic! melanchlia, i love you | |
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JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:23 pm | |
| Something I plan to work with somehow
the Ghosts of this town, keep dragging me down Forcing my hand, to come back around
I'' be down by the river casting your letters out to someone else. Driving home I may just forget you, or you will consume my heart | |
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The Poet Jonah Wooderson
Posts : 418 Join date : 2011-10-24 Age : 33 Location : Chattanooga, the cousin nobody invites to the family reunion
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Wed Sep 19, 2012 3:57 pm | |
| [Fasting for Bread] A washed up boxer Drew a monster On the pit of my stomach And I mistook it for a map; The dots between Jerusalem And the streets of Detroit.
With the winter-sprung fabric Of the enduring ocean’s surface That sits settled in my spirit Trembling excited at the smell of fall, I have prepared the structure of my joints For the selfish gates of The Rouge.
Arise, prisoners of starvation! Arise and give your lives for the union.
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Philo Wooderson
Posts : 389 Join date : 2010-06-29 Age : 31 Location : An Móinéar
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Wed Sep 19, 2012 4:27 pm | |
| Been away for a while and kinda started writing a few things again lately.
Ólta X18
Seeing things I want to see and saying things I don't want to say. It's too obvious. At least I thought it was. I guess it is now, Anyway. Burning bridges before they've been crossed, Or even appeared on the map? Not making progress, Just a fool of myself. Why can't we just be two other people? Why can't we just be two other people? | |
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DeathoftheCool The Navesink Banks
Posts : 1953 Join date : 2010-07-26 Age : 29 Location : The Dreaded Barbary Coast
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Wed Sep 19, 2012 9:27 pm | |
| Great poem man, I have totally been in a situation where my thoughts have gone along those lines. What's the meaning of the title? | |
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Philo Wooderson
Posts : 389 Join date : 2010-06-29 Age : 31 Location : An Móinéar
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Thu Sep 20, 2012 9:55 am | |
| Thanks man!
The title - 'Ólta' is the Irish word for 'drunk'. And 18 in the number of vodkas I can remember buying that particular night ha | |
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OldManShoes3 Red In The Morning
Posts : 67 Join date : 2012-06-19
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Thu Sep 20, 2012 4:36 pm | |
| I've always wanted to write a song about a dystopia, mostly since reading the book 1984. This is what I came up with, I'm really proud of some of the lines. Think Rise Against when you're reading it...
Forget everything you know They might find out That you remember how it felt To be free
We clutch onto the burdens we once held in our hands They were easier to carry than this weightless trance We look back to the days when we knew how to care Before all but our bodies evaporated into the air
The sunrise breaks the sound of youth Underground we savor every ounce of truth The strength we find we cannot teach The freedom hangs without the ground in reach
We race with the wind back from where we came from Guides us through the night to clutch to torches in the sun Because all that we fear is the loss of this light now Yeah all that we fear is the loss of this light as…
The sunrise breaks the sound of youth Underground we savor every ounce of truth The ignorance hides us beneath its cloak We balance slavery to them with slavery to hope
These walls tremble around us as the world seems to disappear Emptiness fills the holes in the universe we used to call the air. But their power only exists inside this lie we one time bought And this fire in my blood burns every fear of being caught
The sunrise Oh the once magnificent sunrise
Wakes and breaks the sound of youth A fallen savior for every ounce of truth The peace we found inside this moment Wages war against every word they said
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The Poet Jonah Wooderson
Posts : 418 Join date : 2011-10-24 Age : 33 Location : Chattanooga, the cousin nobody invites to the family reunion
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Wed Sep 26, 2012 12:23 pm | |
| Day 1 Your kingdom waits for October And all she wants is more time with you To watch the leaves change, To watch the world die: Her hands reaching out To puncture the empty space Between your hardened haunted heart And her unfounded faithful love.
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The Poet Jonah Wooderson
Posts : 418 Join date : 2011-10-24 Age : 33 Location : Chattanooga, the cousin nobody invites to the family reunion
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Wed Sep 26, 2012 12:23 pm | |
| Day 2 With my back pressed To the broken wall of your temple I call out to the Harvest Soul Of your youthful deviation And see his alter On the beach outside the city; A New England winter town Where the king is Evening’s Air And the Chorus waits to be forgotten.
Oh how you anoint me as king, Is not the arrow beyond thee?
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IrishNameAndAnInjury The Navesink Banks
Posts : 13514 Join date : 2011-09-16 Age : 41 Location : Spokane Valley, WA
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri Sep 28, 2012 8:01 pm | |
| - The Poet Jonah wrote:
- Day 1
Your kingdom waits for October And all she wants is more time with you To watch the leaves change, To watch the world die: Her hands reaching out To puncture the empty space Between your hardened haunted heart And her unfounded faithful love.
I love this, Cody. The autumn imagery is great, it really gives the poem a kind of quiet, somber feel. Those last four lines... wow. Poor girl. The "hardened haunted heart" is my favorite part. Sounds like a guy that lives with a lot of ghosts, like someone Brian would write about. This poem is really, really great. | |
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IrishNameAndAnInjury The Navesink Banks
Posts : 13514 Join date : 2011-09-16 Age : 41 Location : Spokane Valley, WA
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri Sep 28, 2012 8:22 pm | |
| - The Poet Jonah wrote:
- Day 2
With my back pressed To the broken wall of your temple I call out to the Harvest Soul Of your youthful deviation And see his alter On the beach outside the city; A New England winter town Where the king is Evening’s Air And the Chorus waits to be forgotten.
Oh how you anoint me as king, Is not the arrow beyond thee?
You did it again! This is beautiful. Really beautiful. - Quote :
- A New England winter town
Where the king is Evening’s Air And the Chorus waits to be forgotten. This part is gorgeous. It seems familiar, but where do the Evening Air and the Chorus come from? I really like the cold, dark feel of both of these new poems. Fall and winter are perfect settings for your poetry. The last two lines are from 1 Samuel, right? That was a great ending. I think this poem will be stuck in my head for a long time. | |
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The Poet Jonah Wooderson
Posts : 418 Join date : 2011-10-24 Age : 33 Location : Chattanooga, the cousin nobody invites to the family reunion
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sat Sep 29, 2012 12:28 am | |
| - IrishNameAndAnInjury wrote:
- The Poet Jonah wrote:
- Day 2
With my back pressed To the broken wall of your temple I call out to the Harvest Soul Of your youthful deviation And see his alter On the beach outside the city; A New England winter town Where the king is Evening’s Air And the Chorus waits to be forgotten.
Oh how you anoint me as king, Is not the arrow beyond thee?
You did it again! This is beautiful. Really beautiful.
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- A New England winter town
Where the king is Evening’s Air And the Chorus waits to be forgotten. This part is gorgeous. It seems familiar, but where do the Evening Air and the Chorus come from? I really like the cold, dark feel of both of these new poems. Fall and winter are perfect settings for your poetry.
The last two lines are from 1 Samuel, right? That was a great ending. I think this poem will be stuck in my head for a long time.
the evening air is a reference to the nights I partied away in my youth and the Chorus is the voice of reason I forgot. | |
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JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sat Sep 29, 2012 1:44 am | |
| And you run from all of your fathers past mistakes. And you run to escape the same fate. The sins of our fathers shape our lives. The sins of a life gone cold. The life that makes you old. The sins of the father, the sins of our fathers.
A verse and chorus for "sins of the father(s)" | |
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Jack The '59 Sound
Posts : 1218 Join date : 2009-12-12 Location : Jersey
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Mon Oct 15, 2012 11:24 am | |
| New EP, Revival Of The Moon: http://www.last.fm/music/Streetcar+Graffiti/Revival+Of+The+Moon
The Stone Broke Heroes Of Friday Night
This house is empty for the next three seconds 'cause bad decisions in the best form are coming our way Start the party and check the mattress The way she smiled against the August moon seems to say
Baby, won't you come and give my heart a shake Honey, maybe we should fall into a brilliant mistake
We're the stone broke heroes of Friday night Drink until we're pretty and the neighbors start to pity all the passed-out kids under porch lights We're the stone broke heroes of Friday night Dance until the morning or the siren and the warning tries to tear us apart but we'll be all right
She grabbed my hand and said we'll be a minute I got a Motown record that he says he hasn't heard My eyes said silently, "I want this moment" Her eyes were emeralds as she whispered, "Baby, let your body burn"
Everything is perfect in these nights gone wrong And we kissed over the sound of my favorite song
Pretty girls, all flushed with shame, they don't know their lovers' names There's an August moon and a midnight sky, there's ambulances driving by It's hard to silence lingering doubts, the clock's ablaze, our luck's run out
Angel At Night
I lie in silence at night, my thoughts on the girl who was mine Her scent on the bed that we shared, the crossed line still unaware She was an angel at night until we drifted to fights Of love and jealousy and death, her promises never kept
So who was good to you? The things you do make it hard to lose you I was satisfied on late night drives just being alive
I walk down barely-lit streets, phone on and within my reach The hours like hustlers' knives, slowly taking our lives She's still somewhere in my mind, arresting thoughts that I find In the shadows we leave, on lovers following thieves
Her footsteps echo and fade into dust She keeps my heart with my misplaced trust She came again with no sound or explanation I pray to find the strength to make sure that my work's not wasted
Queen Of Roses
Love violet sending shivers up my spine I've been chasing your shadow, always three steps behind Can you hear them angels singing for my troubles while you stand in someone else's line?
She said he looks like Elvis or Jesus She don't know which but I know I don't believe it Searching for my triggers like a vulture in the night You'll never get this heart of stone, I found a home for it
Somewhere underneath the moon and above the streets, my darling That's where I'll be Bet you wish I'm holding out for you or that I'd have to If I wanted to see if love was real
She said he's just like Brando, a wild one I rev my engine 'cause baby, I'm done Search all you want 'cause honey, I'm gone tonight You'll never get this heart of stone, I found a home for it
I was grown in the shadow of her throne I wore her crown and cleansed her roses of their thorns
Teenage Whispers
I met you when I stumbled through these black clouds Gathering around the foot of my bed You helped me up along with teenage whispers Reverberating in my head
And you looked into my smiles Thinking I'd forget
Those times you said you liked the way that her dress Waved on the beach when you said goodbye to him And fell in her arms, and reset your heart You said you loved her and that's why you can't be mine tonight
You say I turn you on in shockwave motions I never meant to set alight I'll wave goodbye as long as it won't give you Some hope that you'll be mine tonight
I'm saving us both from hurt Bet you wish I could forget
Get Well, Sweetheart
I first saw you walking by, innocent with golden eyes I remember the church bell's chime, signalling that something here was right Then you tried to play the part to ensnare a young man's heart But without ever meaning to, your dress tying the knots and your mouth the truth
I can't see what these days will bring but I'll protect you, my American queen From the judging eyes that would tear you down
When you stumbled through the door, no sound as you crossed the floor Worn down in the throes of life, signalling that something wasn't right I walk you to your car, no recollection of where you are Then my heart was ten miles deep, I let you go just thinking you needed sleep
If I had a second chance to replay that night I'd take your hand And drive you home, always together The night goes on forever
Get well, sweetheart | |
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JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Mon Oct 15, 2012 1:35 pm | |
| Stone
I was just too young to know I was too young to ask While you set your self on show While you wore a brand new mask
So where are you tonight, What are you now What became of that person I used to see What took your heart and left in its place a stone
Who blamed this mess on you And all the things you do When did the sea of your soul Dry into death valley
So where are you tonight, What are you now What became of that person I used to see What took your heart and left in its place a stone
While the Interstate holds the future I am stuck on the past Feeling often like the last The world goes by way too fast
So know this while you can still hear And not Do not bother to shed a tear This thing still holds me like a fear Or like a dirty relflection in a mirror. | |
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JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri Oct 19, 2012 1:04 pm | |
| Okay, here are a couple verses.
Still unnamed song- I thinking this would be the bridge.
Now you stare me down Now you want to knock me down You want to knock me down to your level But I am so much better
Take you fun out of causing pain Mocking those who have more of a brain You lost and I won Now your power over me is gone.
Now not a thing is ever gonna haunt me Go ahead and try to prove me wrong I'' drive all the way to the sea Just to prove you wrong | |
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HorribleCrowe The '59 Sound
Posts : 1356 Join date : 2012-01-07 Age : 29 Location : The Ferris Wheel
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri Oct 19, 2012 5:49 pm | |
| - JimmyB wrote:
- Okay, here are a couple verses.
Still unnamed song- I thinking this would be the bridge.
Now you stare me down Now you want to knock me down You want to knock me down to your level But I am so much better
Take you fun out of causing pain Mocking those who have more of a brain You lost and I won Now your power over me is gone.
Now not a thing is ever gonna haunt me Go ahead and try to prove me wrong I'' drive all the way to the sea Just to prove you wrong honestly, it sucks. | |
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Jack The '59 Sound
Posts : 1218 Join date : 2009-12-12 Location : Jersey
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri Oct 19, 2012 9:28 pm | |
| Well, here's what I'd say, Jimmy...
If you want to play the role of the vengeful, wronged lover, you need to be sharp, biting, incisive, cunning, clever. You absolutely cannot come across as grating or infantile, which the speaker honestly does in those lines. He says he's so much better, but how do we know? You need to show us that, don't just tell us...why do we believe this guy? Because I don't. This doesn't read as anything resembling real. Maybe these are your true emotions, but you need to make us know that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Essentially, we've all had our moments when the only thought in our minds were, "FUCK THIS BITCH!" That being said, very few people have an aching desire to hear a song with a chorus of "FUCK THIS BITCH!" You have to drape it in imagery and dress up the words a little. You don't need to use a thesaurus (and please don't...it's never a good idea) but really put every bit of yourself into every line. I guarantee you it will yield better results than what you have there. And yes, what you have there is not very good. | |
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JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri Oct 19, 2012 9:33 pm | |
| Once again. First draft of my work. Okay. Scrapping those lyrics. I regret writing them due to how horrible they are.
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JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri Oct 19, 2012 9:34 pm | |
| I have a couple better ones in the back pages. | |
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The Poet Jonah Wooderson
Posts : 418 Join date : 2011-10-24 Age : 33 Location : Chattanooga, the cousin nobody invites to the family reunion
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Tue Oct 23, 2012 8:24 pm | |
| [It Happened One Night] They say young people in love Are never hungry, But standing between Two cracks in the driveway I heard the rumble of my stomach And watched your taillights Disappear through the night.
With my dog on the porch Waiting to be let in And that stray cat Across the street Laughing from beneath the tree I couldn’t help but notice The weight of the invading night And its lonely crusaders Of half buried stones; A gentle reminder Of my old flossing habits.
They say young people in love Are never hungry, But I’m sure you were starving On your way home.
I wasn’t completely alone that night, Me and the stray Had something in common: A selfish devotion to the eternal rain, And the pathetic sight Of me falling to pieces.
They say young people in love Are never hungry, But once you were gone I locked the world out from within And went to my room Where I closed the door to Alcatraz, Forgetting all about the stray cat in the rain.
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