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    In this thread you can post your writings and the things people wrote for you (or writings you stole from someone else). Stories, poems, love letters, it doesn't matter, if you like it, you can dump it here.




    A few years ago, a guy wrote a short poem for me (I THINK he wrote it, maybe he stole it, but I can't fins it anywhere on the internet). He wrote it because he wanted to date me and I didn't want to date him, so he got irritated. I really liked it and he didn't really understand why. This is the translation:
    When I look into your eyes,
    I see the sea
    When I see the sea
    I have got to vomit


    (Original, Dutch:
    Als ik in jouw ogen kijk,
    Dan zie ik de zee.
    Als ik de zee zie,
    Moet ik kotsen.)

    I love love love it, and I want a T-shirt with this poem on it.
    I was sitting outside the classroom waiting to go in, and I saw an airplane hit the tower. The TV was obviously on. I used to fly myself and I said, "There's one terrible pilot."
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    i like it too kat...and i'd enjoy reading some good writing...post it up people!
    There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.
    -Jim Morrison

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    There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.
    Those who are lucky enough to find it ease like water over a stone, onto its fluid contours, and are home.

    Some find it in the place of their birth; others may leave a seaside town, parched, and find themselves refreshed in the desert.
    There are those born in rolling countryside who are really only at ease in the intense and busy loneliness of the city.

    For some, the search is for the imprint of another; a child or a mother, a grandfather or a brother, a lover, a husband, a wife, or a foe.
    We may go through our lives happy or unhappy, successful or unfulfilled, loved or unloved, without ever standing cold with the shock of recognition,
    without ever feeling the agony as the twisted iron in our soul unlocks itself and we slip at last into place.

    Excerpt from the novel: Damage by Josephine Hart
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    ooohh...i like it.
    There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.
    -Jim Morrison

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    Default The Fish in the Pond

    It was a flash of light
    From a pink and silver scale.
    Then it disappeared completely
    In the blackness.

    There it is again
    The sweetest pink
    Causing me to pause
    And look again.

    Two scales!
    And where there are two there might be three
    But back into the darkness again.
    How frustrating.

    The merest glimpse, then blackness.
    Then three or four
    They are articulated and moving together
    They look alive.

    The heliopause gives meaning to the solar system
    And so the pause between scales gives meaning
    It takes time to believe the flash is real
    And longer to guess they may mean: fish.


    For in the lap of Black Mountain is a pond in the shape of a teardrop
    But abandoned and black.
    An eye put out.

    I trickled cool, clean water into the eye
    It blinked and opened
    Into the most georgeous, clear pond.

    I became responsible for saving its life.
    It had everything:
    Sunlight, green weeds, water spiders and Kingfishers,
    And even a family of kangaroos.

    It was the most beautiful eye
    And lacked nothing but a pupil.

    With all the exquite timing of an eye surgeon,
    I introduced a goldfish, a golden pupil.

    When I looked into the cool, clear pond,
    The pond looked back and
    Could see the merest flash of scale behind my eye,
    Kindling instant desire.

    But what a shy fish it is
    That plays behind my eyes
    And what a bold fish I have created in the lap of Black Mountain.

    They are separate, they are separate
    And long to be together, so much
    They are in pain. They are in pain together.
    In the most beautiful park, the Botanic Gardens.

    Beauty and pain are married here today
    In the lap of Black Mountain,
    Witnessed by a Kingfisher, a kangaroo and a koala,
    Midwives to a birth behind my eyes,
    Which wide open, see the golden pond
    And half shut, become the pond,
    In love with a fish.

    Ah, my love.

    Torie.

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    Default The Mist

    In honour of Belle I will erect a tipi on the shore of Lake Burley Griffin. It will be a special tipi: very white, very tall; at night lit by an inner fire and during the day, lit by the sun.

    On the lake, in the water, will be a burning brazier which will attract the goddess of beauty. On calling her name she will appear from the mist high above the water with two pelicans flying on either side. The pelican on the left is named Neil the Knife, and the one on the right is called Victor the Babe. Above her, flying marvellous loops are a flight of seagulls and beneath her feet are a flight of grey ducks led by one lone, white goose. Flying further out, on either side, are two long strings of black swans, necks outstretched and strong wings beating.

    On the shore the echidnas shake their spines with pleasure, the platypus slap their tails on the water and the kangaroos bounce up and down, applauding with their little paws. While rising to meet her is a large flock of pink and grey galahs.

    Belle, for that is her name, is kind and gracious, and surprisingly is very well balanced and sensible, and always ready to help an animal in trouble.

    She does love poetry, and occasionally the odd poet, so after casting bread on the waters to feed her entourage, we will offer her a night of poetry.

    When we wake in the morning, all that will be left, is mist.

    Torie.

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    Default The Vealers

    The Vealers wait patiently in the heat,
    Not wishing to miss the cicada's beat.

    While Victor and Lucy cool their feet
    In Paddy River's lazaret.

    Dressed in green parsley in the Kingston Mall,
    The veal sausages dream of the cicada's call.

    When I take them home, they sizzle and sing
    Of long, hot days in Paddy's thrall.

    Torie.

    Postscript -

    A vealer is a calf.
    And a lazaret is a cool and secret place, like a tree-shaded creek on a hot summer's day.
    And lazaret rhymes with feet.
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    I thought I'd share one of my favorite poems for my thousandth post.

    Fidelity by D.H. Lawrence

    Man and woman are like the earth, that brings forth flowers
    in summer, and love, but underneath is rock.
    Older than flowers, older than ferns, older than foraminiferae,
    older than plasm altogether is the soul underneath.
    And when, throughout all the wild chaos of love
    slowly a gem forms, in the ancient, once-more-molten rocks
    of two human hearts, two ancient rocks,
    a man's heart and a woman's,
    that is the crystal of peace, the slow hard jewel of trust,
    the sapphire of fidelity.
    The gem of mutual peace emerging from the wild chaos of love.
    "It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

    "Thought breeds thought." ~ Henry David Thoreau

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    Default The Wet End

    I was shaking hands with myself
    And my arm came off.

    "Officer, Officer", I said
    "My arm's come off".
    But he didn't turn around
    So I hit him behind the knees
    With the wet end.

    He went right over.
    So I walked around the square
    Hitting everone else behind the knees
    With the wet end.

    Soon they were all kneeling
    As I stood
    Waving my arm
    With its wet end.

    I felt so good
    I took off my left leg.

    I held my arm in one hand
    And my leg in the other
    Above my head.

    Then I hopped around the square
    Hitting the first head with my arm
    And then the next head
    With my leg,

    Screaming at the top of my voice,
    "The wet end! The wet end! The wet end!"

    Torie.

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    In a world filled with fury and pain
    Where love is won and love is lost
    We can choose to use a single word
    To shield our heart and cover the cost

    Fuck

    It's a simple word anyone can use
    There's no need to sit home and cry
    Call up the one who broke your heart
    And tell them to fuck off and die

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