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NaNoWriMo

JoeMayer — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 19:27:05 GMT

Hello all!

I'm just wondering if anyone here is planning on participating in NaNoWriMo this year. I've decided to do so, and I just wanted to see if there was anyone else who was.

Thanks,

Joe

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Group poem

Bren-duh-the-highness-of-the-Duh-Club — Fri, 02 Apr 2004 19:30:02 GMT

I was thinking how interesting it might be for me to write the first line of a poem and then all the other members add a line.
At a party recently we all started a story and gave it to the person sitting next to us and the story was added to until it came back to the orginal person.

What a hoot. Come on let's have some fun.

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writhing

vbm — Sat, 02 Jul 2005 08:50:42 GMT

why does it hurt so bad?
Kick me
scream at me
insult
it's all my fault

never again
I tell myself
lies
why can't I be strong?
what draws me to you
your abuse
why can't I break free
what is there for me
more taunting
more gauging my heart
destroy me

I slither slowly
unhuman anymore
a slug
no dignity
what have I done
insults hurled at me from every side
jealous hearts enfold me
encamp about me
hating me for naught

happy by myself
this should not be the norm
I ache to be
a part of something
acceptable

My heart bleeds at every turn
what is there to hate?
I only want to love
to be more than I am today

Where is that someone
those someones whose hearts will embrace
console
bring life to this dead soul
make me whole
more complete than I am

what is my destiny
should I always feel the sting
of others who desire
to birth a piercing wound to my soul
I lament like a widow
whose children died at birth

Of man
where can I turn?
Lord, you are with me
your words heal the torment
I need somebody here
to continue your work

Fallen angel
I've come to be
my sin ever before me
who can blame me
longing to be loved
needed and nursed
like a child back to health

The warmth of arms around me
kisses flood my face
yet in moments so short
I'm pushed from his embrace
here they come again
the offending words and actions
that scathe my heart raw

like an animal I've come to hide
wincing when voices are near
cowering when extremities come too close

What is my destiny
I feel so trapped inside
unloved
unholy
unnecessary to this life

I want to offer more
what is this curse I bear
when will it be broken
my life is halfway gone

tired of waiting
tired of fighting for my sanity
the life of my love is nearing death's door
drained of compassion
my heart weeps bitter tears
trying to be love
a light in the darkness
the light dwindles in sorrow
fuel for the soul has been spilt

becoming something I loathe
mimicking those who torture and kill
the core of a soul
what has become of me?
shall I always be
never loved wholey and completely
in the human race

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Word Alchemy

Sarus — Tue, 01 Jun 2004 21:33:37 GMT

Which
Order
Runs the
Day?

All
Light
Comes
Here,
Edits
My
Yesterdays

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More Windy City. Lucy and Carl are getting close. Is this a good thing?

vbm — Fri, 21 May 2004 06:03:51 GMT

http://amz.says.it

Check out the link above to find out what is happening with Lucy and Carl.

hmmmmm.........what's up with detective Morris? He's showing his face a lot more these days.

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Love

vbm — Sun, 04 Apr 2004 04:12:44 GMT

Why do you cry?
What are these tears
I've wiped them away
long ago

your heart is heavy
when it should be light
I shoulder the burden
I hold you at night

feel the warmth of my love
surrounding you
in the darkest hour
I am with you

feel not forsaken
you are loved
completely
body
heart
mind
spirit

come to me then
rest your wounded soul
I will make you whole
rest in my tenderness
shoulder my love

allow your heart to speak
when the words are caught in your throat
hear my voice whisper in the breeze
gently
I reach
holding you close

My merciful love
cascades
surrounds
envolopes
you

rest
your heart
in mine

be not troubled
all is well
I see
more deeply
than you can possibly know

trust in me
my love for you runs deep
deeper than the sea
higher than the mountain
further than the stars

have joy
in peace
shall you go
spread my love
be love
you are
loved

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wondering

vbm — Sun, 04 Apr 2004 03:22:07 GMT

lost without you
wondering where you are
knowing in my soul
another is by your side

why I wonder
I miss you so much
where is this pain from
that's driving me insane

lies upon lies
you loved me once
lost
searching

not finding what you need
looking to your want
longing to be loved
rushing here and there

a different time
it might have been
maybe not meant to be

more significant
than words on a page
signatures binding

selfishly my heart breaks
crying in the night
when will I find
love that is true
and kind

looking to my want
and not what I need
I look to you
softly, yet with disdain

self destructive patterns
separate our hearts
fork in the road
one goes high
one goes low

contractual binding
to yet another soul
not over yet
by a stretch

love waits
be happy
be blessed
be free

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Mix One oz. Metaphor with 6 oz. Tonic

Sarus — Mon, 29 Mar 2004 17:13:31 GMT

Lonliness is my whiskey,
The smell of it intoxicates
The taste on my tongue is a smokey burst of flavor
The Burn in my heart is comforting
Like the love that once burned
In that same heart

But I'm tired of being drunk
My bones ache
My heart is a crispy cinder from all the burning
And the whiskey has turned my stomach sour
I'm thirsty, but the only drink in the house
Is more whiskey

But I have a plan
I'll drink that whiskey down
And I'll focus it through my liver
My liver will purify
And eliminate
The whiskey from my system.

I'll turn the whiskey of lonliness
Into the piss of great art.
I'll write my name in the snow
So those who pass will know I'm here.

Then maybe I'll have something else to drink.

Maybe a margarita of melancholy,
Or a sex on the beach of self pity.
I'll drink deep of the wop of worry
and imbibe the beer of broken-heartedness.

And when my art is on the floor,
And my head spins with a hangover,
I'll take the asprin of common sense and ask
"Was that such a good idea?"
And swear off partying with that crowd again.

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A short

goldie — Wed, 31 Mar 2004 14:22:52 GMT

The hollow pain that you laid
inside of my soul, doesn't hurt anymore.
My struggle is over.

You're years in my life take no effect,
I am no longer a wheck. My struggle is over.
I am not yours anymore.

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Khan

vbm — Wed, 31 Mar 2004 07:11:44 GMT

My heart burns for something
longing to be quenched

put out the fire in my being
searching for something
what I don't know

longing
thirsting
dreaming
hoping

fill my soul
the empty wretchedness within

touch me
heal me
love me

give me something I've not had before
teach this heart to love
break the stone which divides
crushes
coldness

Send a fresh breeze through me
heal me
love me
touch me

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Choice

vbm — Mon, 29 Mar 2004 04:48:05 GMT

misguided and lost
trying to find my way

paths filled with thorns
rocks and slippery slopes

alone at times
abandoned

searching for truth
for light, for hope

a band of comrades join me
cloaked in darkness
we clutch each other
co dependant
meaningless searching

laughing like villians
empty inside

draw near to the light
they fall behind

I press forward
determined

What is that light
shining so bright

illuminate the shadow
of my darkened soul

Show me the path
to life

teach me independance
true freedom

up to the hill light leads me
in hope I climb
a better way
a new life

my former comrades
become my enemies
yet I climb
determined to shed the darkness
to be light
hope
strength

a new me
resiliant
faithful
unafraid

I am light
pierce the darkness
in your soul

will you stand by me
or cower in fear

destroy
let live
let be

your choice

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Love Waits

vbm — Sun, 28 Mar 2004 04:06:46 GMT

My heart burns on fire
for love
Which never comes

how long will true love elude me
Ever distant

I guard my heart
lest it be fooled into breaking

Take a chance
so soon

time is the friend of love
if love does not stand the test of time
it is not
true love
if your love can't wait
to show me beauty
it is not

a base desire faking truth
masking as love
you will leave
then I will be alone again
I will wait
love will wait

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twin flame

laurel — Sun, 28 Mar 2004 03:44:55 GMT

My face-all complex-ion
You detect
As your reflection
I appear
As self-perception
In your mirror

Paired projection
Enigmatically Emerges
As an image blurred
dutifully
dually bi-polar
opposites allure

Gemini twice repeats
‘to make complete,
opposing parts
can’t compete’

make the match and strike it,
ignite the light twin,
of eternal fire within
burning a dual flame

…to never fear the dark again…

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the end is insight

laurel — Tue, 23 Mar 2004 21:24:42 GMT

hey there...new to this tribe...and tribe.net in general. Greetings! here's a poem for ya...

the end is insight (title)

The journey may toss you
Pull you under
Throwing thoughts asunder,
Go with the current,
The whitewater moment,
Don ’t fight it —
Fearlessly ride
the river of fortune
Rolls
The fabric of reality
Is riddled
With holes

With no anticipation
Comes no hurry
No consequence or jury
i'm confident
My confidant,
can see clearly
And invite
(ex) sight-meant
shine wisdom with fury
…to participate, I must RSVP
before third eye goes blurry
make peace with the pieces
of how we all fit together
no dividing lines
or chains to sever,
emancipated union,
flawless communion
infinate forever

spirit college
open for admission
in your heart, the tuition
open your mind
to primordial wisdom
did I forget to mention?
You are realized intention
To which I aspire
reflect, refract, and inspire

duality be joined
juxta- is justa- position
short(en) the long(ing)
and annihilate desire

...step into my fire...

so I might bask in
your warm glow
fold space and connect
with your grace, bestow,

gatekeeper,
dissolve
distance,
step
through
the
looking-glass
mirror
into
ONE-derland

purpose ever more clear
dot your I's with hearts
and meet me here

ps: sorry about the repeats if you guys are members of some of the other writing tribes...just wanting to introduce myself to these tribes, and hopefully get feedback on my latest poem...

lotsa love,
lil 'L

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poem

Bren-duh-the-highness-of-the-Duh-Club — Tue, 02 Mar 2004 22:12:11 GMT

SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS

Days come and days go
Night linger way too slow
Aching inside just to feel your touch
Wanting you in my arms too much
Needing the essence of you
But darling I have no clue
As to why you make me wait
When all it would take
Is just a little bit of your time
Seems the answer is clear
You don’t need me
Just a itch to scratch
Is all I am to you
You have your pets to play with
And a bags full of toys
I would just another body
To warm in the night
Why then?
Another body to conquer
Another woman to bring you life
So self assured you seem to be
Yet the day haunts you
And the night brings no relief
Alone with a need to fill
Only for a moment will you allow
A small joy to invade
Back to the dreary routine of being alone
I could feel a big need if only
You could see past you addiction
To the lust of life’s pleasures
And the meaningless relationships
Goodbye baby see you in my dreams

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Silent Killer

Sarus — Thu, 22 Jan 2004 22:32:42 GMT

Inspector Milton looked around the busy street, held at bay by the yellow tape of a crime scene. 500 people must be moving by, and not one of them had seen what had happened to the young lady who was laid out on the ground. Officers couldn't even do effective interviews. This was a busy street. Anyone who'd seen anything was long gone.

The young lady in question was on the sidewalk, propped up against a mailbox. The mailman was the first who reported seeing her, when he'd come to collect the letters. The coroner was examining her as Milton kept watch, looking for the person in the crowd that was gathering, the person who might be watching with more than disinteresting curiosity.

"Milt," said the cornoner, "Something strange here."

"Whatcha got, Smith?" said the inspector.

"Well, my best guess at time of death is noon. I say best guess because most of the major organs have been removed. Liver, heart, lungs, stomach. I had to get my temp from the intestines." she said.

"Noon? That's only half an hour before the mailman saw her! She'd have to have been killed nearby, or right here."

"Body probably wasn't killed here, not enough blood on the ground. I think we can move her now, let the forensic guys move in."

"Ok. You think it was a chop and dump?"

"Possible. Have to be a fairly big vehicle, though. It'd help to have some witnesses."

"Ya think?" Milton asked, sarcastically. He looked around. Not a residential street, so no old ladies looking out the window. Most of the street was offices and the like, but there was a coffee shop across the street. "Velasquez! Go interview the employees over at the coffee shop. Maybe they saw something."

"Someone had to have seen something," he muttered.

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Poem

Bren-duh-the-highness-of-the-Duh-Club — Sun, 22 Feb 2004 03:07:14 GMT

I wrote this poem after feeling that I wasn't getting
back from a relationship what I should.
I can just hear this being sung by some young
girl singer.
Tell me what you think if you will. I would like to
hear from all of you. Thanks Bren

GET YOUR PLAN IN GEAR

When I go to bed at night,
Without a feeling that you might
Just call to hear my voice.
It seems you are not the choice.

When I call you on the phone,
And you never come on strong
What’s the matter baby?
Don’t want me for your lady?

Get your plan in gear
For I need to make this clear
I will not wait forever
When I think that it will be never.

Don’t play with my mind
Cause I don’t have the time
To sit and wait
Just for your sake.

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Hello from new member

Bren-duh-the-highness-of-the-Duh-Club — Wed, 18 Feb 2004 18:12:20 GMT

Jennifer,
I have taken the liberty of
responding to a few things in this group
without introducing myself. Please accept
my apologize.

I consider myself a writer even thought
I have never had anything published for
money. I have had a poem published and
I have given a poem for use in a church.

I have written a novel, many poems, short
stories for children and for adults.
I wrote my first erotic short story just
a few months back and was totally surprised
how well it came together with little effort.

Currently, I am working on another novel and
several short stories.

Jennifer, I understand where you are coming
from when you speak of having many things
in the works at the same time.
Don't you think that is just the way
the mind of a writer works? Too many
things are on our minds at one time.
I find it hard to stay focused when I
am just writing but if I am truly
inspired the words flows as if they
were given to me and it is just my
job to write them down.

I look forward to being a part of
this group. I have read all the posts
and it seems that there is a wide range
of people. Surly, we will all learn
from each other.

Thank you Jennifer for starting this
link.
Brenda

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Group writing

Sarus — Tue, 20 Jan 2004 16:06:00 GMT

I know there's an improve exercise where the group is given a topic, and everyone on stage takes a sentence from the last person to speak, elaborating on the theme.

Maybe we should do that, start a paragraph, and just add to it when we have time. Paragraphs can be long or short, snippets of dialog, etc. But they have to flow from the last one, and can drastically change the meaning of the work.

What do we think? Is this a workable idea? If we get buyin from the members of the tribe, I'll post the first topic and paragraph, and I'll try not to make it too weird. :-)

Maybe something like a kidnapping setup, or a mystery.

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More poems

vbm — Fri, 20 Feb 2004 04:27:14 GMT

I built a website, easier that way. :)

New poem:

http://pages.ivillage.com/stanne312/stories/id5.html

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The Answer

vbm — Thu, 19 Feb 2004 20:36:06 GMT

Place your hand in mine

do not despair

I Am

always with you

until the end of time

fear not

be at peace

guard your heart from men

whose imperfect love decieves

My love will not lie

will not hurt

will heal

your woundedness

Why hold on to that which passes

is fleeting

a dreaming

Come and take my hand

let me lead you to the land

where hearts on fire are never quenched

joy persists

drink from the cup

there is no end

sweet wine

my love

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untitled

vbm — Sat, 14 Feb 2004 00:57:08 GMT

How can you love me, yet want to change me
 
 into something I was before.
 
 I left that life long ago; I'm happy now, and free.
 
 Joy does not exist in your world
 
 only a shallow happiness based on circumstance and emotion.
 
 I don't want to change you
 
 just want you to see
 
 what life could be like if you walked with me.
 
 Yet you reject and even mock my love
 
 I extend my hand and welcome you into my soul.
 
 Look deeply into my eyes, my face
 
 see there is true peace
 
 It may be strained a bit now from your rejection
 
 yet I will live in spite of it
 
 and wish you love.
 
 Here I sit, wondering why
 
 in spite of what I told you my life was like
 
 you want to change me, want me to be
 
 what I used to be
 
 what you are.
 
 I would like you to have a taste of the light
 
 you want me to crawl into the dark
 
 filled with hate and lust and desire.
 
 A life of addictions, you want for me
 
 yet I reject it and you mock me.
 
 I give you a choice, you give me ultimatums.
 
 I don't want to change you
 
 you want to change me.
 
 I only want you to listen and think of what I have to say.
 
 I give you a choice
 
 you cut me deep with your spite-filled words.
 
 You say you are happy in your world.
 
 I see the danger, the fear, and despair
 
 the mask you wear
 
 hoping no one will notice the misery you are in.
 
 I see, because I've been there
 
 you were me once
 
 not long ago.
 
 You want my love, yet spurn my life.

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dancing in the dark

vbm — Thu, 19 Feb 2004 05:51:59 GMT

You don't know me

You came into my life by circumstance

in the darkness we danced

Shallow conversation

lots of laughs

you don't know me

how deep I can be

the struggles which made me free

laughter and fun is gone

there is nothing left to bond

has our friendship come to an end

words of others perverted so

messages of malice you will not let go

holding us bound

captive in fear

will you make time

long enough to hear

the words of my soul shouting loud and clear

see who I am

we danced in the darkness

under cover of night

afraid to bare our hearts

I kept a distance this be true

never knew what would become of you

hiding my heart and all that I am

dancing in the dark

shallowness an act

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Comments on Untitled for anne

Sarus — Mon, 16 Feb 2004 02:55:52 GMT

I loved it. It moved me to write a reply. Sorry, but the reply probably has nothing to do with you, only the words effect on me.

A beautiful piece, and haunting. Very well done.

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Digital Storytelling

goldie — Sat, 17 Jan 2004 04:27:29 GMT

use of Flash 5?
use a pen tablet to do so?

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Here is a contribution...

toddsmith — Tue, 27 Jan 2004 21:56:33 GMT

Hello writing peeps!

I figure I would start with a contribution of mine to the tribe. Here are some assorted thoughts that I typically write down during the last hours of night, and in between the introspection and stillness, stirs these writings....

In so many words, we are shards of broken pieces of each other. Each splinter representing fragments of the greater whole, a representation of the different images of whom we are. Each piece offers a unique, different edge and different reflections.

Our consciousness of the greater parts of ourselves is sometimes awakened, other times we are asleep. The great struggle to be more aware, to know thyself into the depths to which we have never imagined ourselves to be. Beyond The ‘once-was-wizards’ long ago before their oracles and foresight, we stood mindless amongst the plains of our forefathers, hunting and gathering to survive. In the meadows of grass, between the heavens sky and the shining sun that blinded us, intelligence and intuition was born. Out of the casts of stone that we dwelled in, ancient paintings were created. To create a story, to create a history, to create an awareness is what we were striving for. Since man was born, we have been internally looking for awareness of ourselves and the greater above and beyond what we can see.

We are still searching and looking, standing still and waiting. When does our enlightened selves move to the next level of human existence? Is it when we look outside of ourselves to look at the person standing next to us? To find the internal within, we are so often reminded by the external.

We are the mirrors of each other, looking blankly towards one another with an expression of awe and belief in which both are thinking the same thing. At last another enlightened soul has shown themselves to me…to us…to the greater good for the courage to stand within this moment with the knowledge that brings all the responsibilities and care.

Connection now, in between all that we have dreamt, looking forward to learn more from each other. Looking to find the flaws present within each, to guide and to coach, to be honest and real with thoughts and emotions. To not judge, but to hold and care for what each other deserves: Peace, Love, Respect and Freedom. Friendship bonded from the times of tribulations that separate so many relationships, but to overcome the trials together only forging a long lasting trust and respect that great friendships are born by and written about.

A great friendship such as a great oak tree creates a foundation to plant your roots in, a place for refuge amongst the leaves, and to dwell in comfort and support. Nourished by the strength of the giving faith, hope and love that binds the friendship. And now we can stand together to learn more of who we really are.

Sincerely,

~T.

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Character Dare

Sun, 25 Jan 2004 20:24:31 GMT

Sorry for the plug, Jen and others. I'm looking for good writers to make this Tribe work. It has potential. I know it's ballsy, arrogant and just plain annoying that I only made one post on this tribe and I'm announcing another.

Please feel free to shoot me or delete this thread if there's a qualm with it...

This Tribe is called Character Dare where you create a character, and others create characters. Then you "dare" two of the characters to have a conversation in a particular setting. It's like a theatre exersize, except textual.

Look here: http://characterdare.tribe.net/

<leaving with tail between legs>

Vinnie

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Talent

goldie — Sat, 17 Jan 2004 04:23:33 GMT

Which type(s) of writing are you talented in?

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Welcome

goldie — Fri, 16 Jan 2004 06:27:31 GMT

and thank you for joining. I would like to discover myself through you and you through me. All writings are welcomed here.

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Plans

Sarus — Tue, 20 Jan 2004 16:03:10 GMT

Ok, for a writers group, we're not writing much. :-)

So, here's the question of the day:

What are we writing now?

Personally, I'm working my way through a dream my wife had while she was on codeine. She had a dream that a shaman of some sort was able to take and tell a person about their past or future, but they had to choose before he told them. Then he'd brand it into their back, like with a cow brand.

So, this guy with amnesia comes to find out his past. There's not really a twist, but it suprises the guy to find out what he used to do, and he makes plans for his future.

I won't give away what he want's to do.

So, how about you? What are you working on?

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