Re: My Writing Stuff
Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2022 9:33 pm
1234 views so here's two things written TODAY! Not as intense as Putin one. I'm more confident about these. Still... Not going to change my planned set Thursday for them though! (Psychological truck voodoo.stuff subconscious)
The first I wanted to describe a character not through physical appearance. But instead from their clothing. Tell more about their history through their clothes history. This was another 15 minute challenge I set myself that eventually turned into dinner ready.
The second one is shorter, last thing done. Will post full script of what I read Friday morning hopefully.
No footage of pictures unless I come across them.
It's Tuesday! We're still closer to the weekend!
1.
The Red Jumper More Afraid Of You
Red jumper belt over golden slacks
By wall yellowing cards and posters
Hanging off at corners of past
Immovable brown square of comfort
Shadowed but clearly occupant
Listening to swaying red jumper's rant
Red jumper washed dried too often
Bubbles small and darkening when comforting
The golden slacks are new and tubes
It appears if not understanding leg
Now deduce exactly where are stains
Given the dirt and oxygen particles
Red jumper in wear casual
Taken off when nothing there for arousal
Watch it sway too often
And forget to name the colours
That describe sitting on the rectangular shape
Only know it's there but cannot read exact thoughts
Red and bought five birthday's endured
Whoever took disgust stopped calling round
If only special guest star
Every day but different
Guest sitting on the square
The line of audience or hostages
So hard to declare exact shape
Guess work the listener possibly
The one who couldn't escape?
Red sentiment jumper tugged and pulled
With arms while top burns
Unable to make words
And there on the brown square
Listening and expecting to ask
"Problem where?"
Slacks move as gold tubes
When comfortable square abandoned
Each glass left with dregs
Few smoke in the air
Up close and observe sweat
On the walls in condensation
It appears day insisted was done
Now left with traces of sunlight
Which illumination terminated fastest
In room now left in silence
So we crawl on the floor
To sleep on the square couch
Light! Red jumper undressed! Shotgun!
Caught and bodies disposed of
Red jumper put in for washing
Another day indeterminate shape
Will sit on the brown couch
And the red jumper will likely be there
Holding the page up to sky for more light
Cannot hold it on
Became dependent on a clock
And it's timer relentless and cruel
The cycle of survive depends
On cunning, nerve and nourishment
The red jumper last thing a divorcee
Noticed about them during their leave
Completed tumble drying ritual
And grateful for another day
Sat on the brown square waiting
First come get the works straight away
If could understand language would they be commenting:
"Why are you unable to break up your red clothing?".
2.
Me And My Orchestral Fanfare
That again
That orchestra fanfare
Just when happy with a good idea
So it played quieter than breathing
To accompany stepping into room
Maybe associate with victory
May not know exact time
Began to hear it's thought of sound
It opens to if state depressed
Would it harshen the notes into just screams
Not of justice quality that actual noise
Wider opening the markings on the piece by piece
Joining and no comment
When fearful consulting history
To bring to negotiations weapon in hand
First challenge before to bare throats
Question of intention taken apart each line
If delusion said "You're a Cop Show"
Would grizzled bed and outlook
To both west until seemed bent
Would there be much ties onto radios
Maybe it was a good person
That had enough imagination
Which revealed their own useless
And so just for compensation
Every time walked into room
And the blood stream feels in touch
The notes invisible to soundtrack
Ringing out inside when alone silent
There was a memory
When heard this melody
Confusion of determine which
Sounds of tools or voices
How long did it stand back
Allowing every nightmare happened
But when top of universe
As if for celebration
Fanfare tracks Commander onto bridge
Just stepping from carpet
Up to desk
Statements read:
"Was discovered body emaciated
Drawings and word scrawling
Analyst will discard if not important
Another claiming Music can be imagined!
But appears to have withered
Before we could have captured it.".
The first I wanted to describe a character not through physical appearance. But instead from their clothing. Tell more about their history through their clothes history. This was another 15 minute challenge I set myself that eventually turned into dinner ready.
The second one is shorter, last thing done. Will post full script of what I read Friday morning hopefully.
No footage of pictures unless I come across them.
It's Tuesday! We're still closer to the weekend!
1.
The Red Jumper More Afraid Of You
Red jumper belt over golden slacks
By wall yellowing cards and posters
Hanging off at corners of past
Immovable brown square of comfort
Shadowed but clearly occupant
Listening to swaying red jumper's rant
Red jumper washed dried too often
Bubbles small and darkening when comforting
The golden slacks are new and tubes
It appears if not understanding leg
Now deduce exactly where are stains
Given the dirt and oxygen particles
Red jumper in wear casual
Taken off when nothing there for arousal
Watch it sway too often
And forget to name the colours
That describe sitting on the rectangular shape
Only know it's there but cannot read exact thoughts
Red and bought five birthday's endured
Whoever took disgust stopped calling round
If only special guest star
Every day but different
Guest sitting on the square
The line of audience or hostages
So hard to declare exact shape
Guess work the listener possibly
The one who couldn't escape?
Red sentiment jumper tugged and pulled
With arms while top burns
Unable to make words
And there on the brown square
Listening and expecting to ask
"Problem where?"
Slacks move as gold tubes
When comfortable square abandoned
Each glass left with dregs
Few smoke in the air
Up close and observe sweat
On the walls in condensation
It appears day insisted was done
Now left with traces of sunlight
Which illumination terminated fastest
In room now left in silence
So we crawl on the floor
To sleep on the square couch
Light! Red jumper undressed! Shotgun!
Caught and bodies disposed of
Red jumper put in for washing
Another day indeterminate shape
Will sit on the brown couch
And the red jumper will likely be there
Holding the page up to sky for more light
Cannot hold it on
Became dependent on a clock
And it's timer relentless and cruel
The cycle of survive depends
On cunning, nerve and nourishment
The red jumper last thing a divorcee
Noticed about them during their leave
Completed tumble drying ritual
And grateful for another day
Sat on the brown square waiting
First come get the works straight away
If could understand language would they be commenting:
"Why are you unable to break up your red clothing?".
2.
Me And My Orchestral Fanfare
That again
That orchestra fanfare
Just when happy with a good idea
So it played quieter than breathing
To accompany stepping into room
Maybe associate with victory
May not know exact time
Began to hear it's thought of sound
It opens to if state depressed
Would it harshen the notes into just screams
Not of justice quality that actual noise
Wider opening the markings on the piece by piece
Joining and no comment
When fearful consulting history
To bring to negotiations weapon in hand
First challenge before to bare throats
Question of intention taken apart each line
If delusion said "You're a Cop Show"
Would grizzled bed and outlook
To both west until seemed bent
Would there be much ties onto radios
Maybe it was a good person
That had enough imagination
Which revealed their own useless
And so just for compensation
Every time walked into room
And the blood stream feels in touch
The notes invisible to soundtrack
Ringing out inside when alone silent
There was a memory
When heard this melody
Confusion of determine which
Sounds of tools or voices
How long did it stand back
Allowing every nightmare happened
But when top of universe
As if for celebration
Fanfare tracks Commander onto bridge
Just stepping from carpet
Up to desk
Statements read:
"Was discovered body emaciated
Drawings and word scrawling
Analyst will discard if not important
Another claiming Music can be imagined!
But appears to have withered
Before we could have captured it.".