I've written one "serious" short story (writing in my high school/elementary years doesn't count), and it's not that good. It was just something to do but people seemed to like it anyway, despite it not really being anything more than practice.

But I want to be an author which means I'll more than likely end up being poor.

Kinda funny but the book I'm working on deals with the idea of genre and how people trap themselves in a box because they think in genres. In the same way segregation worked.

The novel will transform as I write it but right now some of the ideas I'll touch on are:
Art as a backbone to society.
The idea of books.
Situationism.
Love.
The relationship between author, reader, characters and maybe critics.
Etc..

I've started writing poetry lately, here's some of my better ones

Hopeless

As I walk through the dense trees,
I remember the way my life used to be,
Joy and happiness ruled all
But now pain and despair have caused me to fall,
And I fear I may never escape,
From this prison that has become my life
And as I sit here, reminiscing of times long past
I wonder how it all came crashing…crashing down, so fast
To think, that one such as I could love
But now, I fear, this empty shell I have become
But as we all know, all bad things must come to a close
Maybe not in my lifetime will it turn around
But I can be assured one thing, I need not fear the end, for in heaven, peace is always.

The Lonely Road

This is the lonely road I walk,
I travel all day, with no one with which to talk,
For the love is gone, and my heart has been trampled,
On this lonely road where hearts have been ripped out, trampled, and torn,
For others have walked this path I speak of,
You will not find it on any map,
No, you will only find this road, when the love leaves you,
I see no end to this lonely road, and so I walk,
Where will I end up? I do not know,
I do know though, the pain will never mend, and so I am bound, bound to this lonely road.

And here's one I wrote to my gf

The Last Beautiful Girl

As I sit here, pondering the days past,
I look back, at all the lies, and empty relationships,
For endless days, I thought the pain would never mend,
But then I met her, and I knew from the start, she was the end,
The end to the pain, the lies, and empty promises,
She is the last beautiful girl, while her beauty is grand, I see something more,
Something within, something that cannot be measured by the naked eye,
No, what I see is, a heart worth loving, a heart capable of loving, a heart, that I pray, will soon be mine.
So as I sit, thinking of her, of the days that might be, I hope I can muster the courage to take a chance with her…
To take one last chance on love, and yes, yes I will, so let us pray she sees in me, what I KNOW is inside of her…Love.

Lost

I’ve become lost in this place,
A confused expression, written on my face,
I don’t know how I got here, or why I’m here,
But I do know, that the one I love, is no where near,
I have become lost inside my mind,
Because she left me, looking for someone else to find,
I shed a tear as I begin to think,
She has pushed me to the brink,
And now I fear, this is the end,
For in this state, my heart will never mend.

just now started writing songs, heres what i came up wit (remember this is a rough idea)

This Broken Heart

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
My heart has once again been broken,
Because I thought it could mend by being open,
But now that it has once again led me to pain,
I know now that love is my bane.

[Chorus]
And this is how it must end
I know now my heart may never mend,
This love is killing me, but without it, I’m as good as dead,
So as I lay down, crying in my bed,
I pray that somehow, someway, this will just end.

[Verse 2]
She left me in the middle of the night, without a sound,
And now I think that my life has been turned upside down,
As I fall to my knees, begging for a saving grace,
I know that I will never know true love as long as I stay in this place.

[Chorus]
And this is how it must end
I know now my heart may never mend,
This love is killing me, but without it, I’m as good as dead,
So as I lay down, crying in my bed,
I pray that somehow, someway, this will just end.

Here comes the end, I can feel it near,
This life, without love, is my biggest fear,
And I just don’t know what I should do… [Fade]

[Chorus]
And this is how it must end
I know now my heart may never mend,
This love is killing me, but without it, I’m as good as dead,
So as I lay down, crying in my bed,
I pray that somehow, someway, this will end.
O Please…just let it end
O Please…just let it end
O Please…just let it…end.

To be honest, I think the poetry/lyrics you've written are pretty basic, but take that with a grain of salt, because nobody is Shakespeare when they start out. Some of the rhymes seem forced and don't flow so well. Also sounds whiny.

Here's a situation that your lyrics will work in:
Put some music behind them. Mainstream radio would probably pick them up and I'm sure lots of people would "relate".

And if that's fine with you, keep doing your thing. But I know I'd want to create something that wows people (but obviously I would do it for myself first). Something more complex. I'm not saying simplicity isn't good but there's good simplicity (Kurt Cobain lyrics for example) and bad.

Oh but for the record, The Last Beautiful Girl doesn't need to be improved because well, it's supposed to be really personal and direct since it's for your girlfriend. The last thing you want is her getting all confused over complex metaphors.

I can chime in with something more in depth if you want.

I guess I kind of agree with Obdurate about the poems and lyrics. The hardest part about writing in my opinion is making it flow well, whether its a novel, short story, poem, or song. The problem is, it is harder in poetry and lyric-writing to make it sound fluent, and it is more important that it does. I suck at poetry. Haven't even tried songs. However, if you keep practicing making it sound good, it will get a lot better. However, I think I'll stick with short stories and novels for now. The concept of trying to write good poetry scares me.
Good work on those, otherwise.

yah i agree, that song could use some work on for sure, im still tryin 2 get better, heres 3 that ive written since then, tell me what u think, and if neccesary, a little creative criticizm is a good thing lol

Missing You

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Just when I thought, she didn’t love me anymore,
She called me up, and said her heart had been sore,
She missed me very much,
Said she longed for my touch,
And I hurried as fast as I could,
Then at her door, I stood…

[Chorus]

And she said…I’ve missed you so long,
I thought it was time I moved on,
But I never knew how wrong that I had been,
So I ask you now, can my heart now mend?

And I said…I’ve missed you so long,
I never wanted you to move on,
And I always knew how wrong you had been,
So I tell you now, that your heart will mend.

[Verse 2]

This whole time, I had never seen,
How much she truly missed me,
Just when I thought, that she was gone,
She picked up the phone, and proved me wrong…

[Chorus]

And she said…I’ve missed you so long,
I thought it was time I moved on,
But I never knew how wrong I had been,
So I ask you now, can my heart now mend?

And I said…I’ve missed you so long,
I never wanted you to move on,
And I always knew how wrong you had been,
So I tell you know, that your heart will mend.

So it is will my love, that you will mend,
And it is with your love, that my pain will end.

Long Gone

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Why did you leave the way you did?
It sure isn’t helping this mood that I’m in,
You left the house in such a rush,
And all the sound was hushed,
I don’t know what I did that was so wrong,
But now I fear that your just long gone.

[Chorus]

I’ve now become lost, inside of my own heart,
I don’t even know where I should start,
I don’t know how I’m going to move on,
Now…that you’re so long gone.

I still hear your voice, ringing in my head,
And now it is your face, that I should have read,
Because the answers where all there, one big open book,
If only I had just taken one good look.

[Chorus]

I’ve now become lost, inside of my own heart,
I don’t even know where I should start,
I don’t know how I’m going to move on,
Now…that you’re so long gone.

As you race to your car,
But I know, in my heart, your way to far…[Fade]

[Chorus]

I’ve now become lost, inside of my own heart,
I don’t even know where I should start,
I don’t know how I’m going to move on,
Now…that you’re so long gone.
How can I ever move on?
Now…that you’re so long gone.

Never Give Up

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Just when I thought it was over, that I could never mend,
The loneliness has now come to a swift and sudden end,
Because I never gave up, I never shed a tear,
And now she is here…

[Chorus]

And now I know! To never give up,
Because I know! That things can turn themselves
Just when you think, that life has got you down,
It just goes to show, to never even frown.

[Verse 1]

You came and picked me up off the cold floor,
And you never gave it a thought, nothing more,
Because you cared, you wanted me to be mended,
So with your help, this loneliness has ended.

[Chorus]

And now I know! To never give up,
Because I know! That things can turn themselves around
Just when you think, that life has got you down,
It just goes to show, to never even frown.

As we sit, hand in hand,
Watching the sunlight bathe this great land,
I know now what it is like to feel happy to feel free,
And now that she’s here, I can finally see…[Fade]

[Chorus]

And now I know! To never give up,
Because I know! That things can turn themselves
Just when you think, that life has got you down,
It just goes to show, to never even frown.
No matter how bad, no matter how sad,
It just goes to show, to never give up…[Fade]

Those are really good, IMO. I especially like the 1st one.

Any person can write a short story/poem.
I believe they should select a topic of interest.They will be inspired to do well.
An example...

Write a short story/poem on trees...oh ho-hum!
Write a short story/poem on your road to graduation.

In other words its creativity.It is writing on what they really know.
I do not think they,as students or not,should be told to write on a topic given(by a teacher or whoever).
You will get the best writings on creativity.
Sometimes the best inspirations comes outside the schools,in the middle of the night or anywhere the inspiration bug might bite.

I saw something here at PTF that has inspired me to start writing.
It will be a short poem.
I already entitled it....." Man Without a Face ".
Let me give it a shot to see how the land lays...

Heh...where'd you get the topic from?

True, anyone can write, and anyone can write well, but it takes practice to see that what you just did is crap and first drafts usually are. Editing is the key to it all. I think the skill of a good writer is their ability to edit and reform their initial thoughts. Eventually, I suppose, the first drafts start looking better and better because we consciously and subconsciously learn from our mistakes.

Is it fair to say some evening I will take my girlfriend to see a major motion picture.
I will make her pay attention to the opening credits.
Will I see...

Screenplay by


ICH_BIN_BUTLER

Adapted from his Novel "Pure Talk Forum"

Is there a chance I may see this one evening?