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Ever write a poem or short-story and wanted someone else to read it?

This thread is a place for you to share any self-created piece of literature you have done in your life.

If it's more than the character limit then a link would be preferred (so long as staff allows it ;3)

 
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Well, let's get this started yeah? an essay i wrote back in 11th Grade of High-School
(if someone can tell me how to save a file from google docs to put it here without requiring any of you to download it instead of my copy-pasting text, that would be great.)


10/3/12

In today’s society of individualism and self-interest America stares opposition in the face. Based off of liberty, freedom, and equality, Americans commence their daily routines of life unaware of the silent killer ever present in modern society. In each class of students a person can easily pick out the troublemakers; the one’s with their headphones in, on their phones, talking during a lecture, etc. Now these teens might be good-hearted children, maybe they’re straight-a honor roll students. The issue is not with the grades, but it’s a matter of common courtesy and respect.

Everyday in society one can spot the signs of disrespect a mile away. In the classroom setting I see it consistently. For example, when a teacher asks a student to give them their phone and the immediate reaction is “why?” This is blatant disregard for authority and the rules set in place for the best educable environment. Why then do teens persist in these manners and defy authority? Perhaps it’s a matter of pride; where the teen must oppose authority to look cool in front of his/her friends. Maybe the student just gets a kick out of aggravating teachers and being a nuisance to society. The message as to why is unclear, but maybe with the correct techniques the disrespect can be replaced with proper attitude and respect for authority.

First off, look at today’s media; violence and drugs are not only ever-present on TV. but in the schools as well. With all the reality shows portraying vulgar language, sexual behavior, drugs, alcohol, etc. etc. It’s a miracle that teenagers haven’t started their own rebellion against the capitol. In school’s the situation is identical, every day I watch the offensive behavior and want to scream at them! Just stop, you’re not cool because you told a teacher to “fuck off”. It’s irritating to watch the staff accept the neglect so openly because what can they do about it? Sending the student to the office and suspending him/her, will only make that student return with a vengeance: to make your life hell. I stress this to the reader because I admit, I am one of them. I declare that I am an incredibly disrespectful student, so everything I’ve stated I have done, or at least witnessed firsthand.

One would thus ask, why do I do it? I mentioned above, briefly, as to possible reasons why a teen might be so disrespectful to authority. My reasoning comes from the idiotic belief that ‘I can do what I want and learn how best suits me, regardless of the rules.’ This belief so far has gotten me suspended multiple times and I have lost respect and trust from varying teachers. It is for this reason that you must understand everything of what I am telling you here. This is not some joke to be taken lightly, if you want to succeed in life, to go to college and have a successful future then avoid the common taste of disrespect. It is not cool, and does not make you look better to your friends. If the friends you make do think it’s cool to defy authority, then buddy, find some new one’s because they’ll only drag you down with them, and nobody wants that; right?

Society is a carefully balanced system, within it each person has his/her own specific place, and yes, that includes the delinquents. What I must express is that no matter what anybody does, there will always be that individual who thinks it cool and fun to defy authority. Instead of becoming frustrated with that person and feeding his desire, simply ignore him. Do not give that teen the time of day and trust me, he will subdue in his actions. Oh, but first, he’ll get a whole lot worse, so you must bear with me on this. All in all, each student starts off life as a respectful person if raised right, along with not letting media control their actions of course. Anyways, to the reader of this essay, make a note that no matter what you do, not everyone will respect you, not everyone will like you, and some may just try to kill you. Beyond that, however, is the silver lining in that there are people who appreciate you, people that love you, and people who would risk their lives to save you. So when a student displays him/herself in opposition to authority, remember that they are the true losers in life as they will be the ones in twenty years calling mommy or daddy for bail money or asking for gas money, etc.
 
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A poem written by myself:

Grateful I am for the entity up in the sky
I meet people with strange personalities
It blesses me with life from way up high
Yet It takes other’s away through casualties

It’s quite strange how life is hanging on a thread
Dare not take a step in the wrong direction
For you might as well end up dead
It’s mistake with no chance of correction

So do praise the entity way up in the skies
For he decides who lives and decides who dies

So do praise the entity way up in the skies

For he decides who descends and decides who flies
 
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This is normally spoken poetry:

Good enough


Life is full of chances so one must grasp them
Accept them and mould them into the perfect opportunity
But chances do not come in abundances,
they sneak away so easily
So have a watchful eye and spot them before they pass you by
Or it’s goodbye to that life changing opportunity
You see
A lot of individuals come to me and vent away frustrations
They give me their story and I see the facts listed in their words
Facts which I can change because I see a chance to create an opportunity.
And I did
So I went forth with my idea and got shut down immediately
With a single repeated sentence the conversation was ended
My idea for which I fought was clearly not good enough
I grabbed my opportunity but it clearly passed me by
It happens all the time
I had a friend from another distant country, but it felt like we were so close
I told him I loved him every day but now our friendship just feels cold
A head filled negative thoughts, telling me how I’m not good enough for him
Though I always tell others to chin up, feel better and move on
Then why can’t I?
Because I know that the voices in my head tell me lies most of the time
It is getting hard to separate the truth from the lies as I
Hear their hateful words that are meant to spread fear and doubt across my mind
So I don’t want to listen anymore.
The opportunity of friendship was broken due to my own destruction
I came back stronger than ever, however, the friendship did not
It passed me by due to my own actions,
Because I will never be good enough
I suffer
Knowing I had the opportunity to create a life-changing friendship
But I ruined it and cannot fix it
Though it warms my heart knowing you have moved on
With a façade so strong that I think you never cared
But why should you?
Because I’m not good enough
 
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This is normally spoken poetry:

Good enough

Life is full of chances so one must grasp them
Accept them and mould them into the perfect opportunity
But chances do not come in abundances,
they sneak away so easily
So have a watchful eye and spot them before they pass you by
Or it’s goodbye to that life changing opportunity
You see
A lot of individuals come to me and vent away frustrations
They give me their story and I see the facts listed in their words
Facts which I can change because I see a chance to create an opportunity.
And I did
So I went forth with my idea and got shut down immediately
With a single repeated sentence the conversation was ended
My idea for which I fought was clearly not good enough
I grabbed my opportunity but it clearly passed me by
It happens all the time
I had a friend from another distant country, but it felt like we were so close
I told him I loved him every day but now our friendship just feels cold
A head filled negative thoughts, telling me how I’m not good enough for him
Though I always tell others to chin up, feel better and move on
Then why can’t I?
Because I know that the voices in my head tell me lies most of the time
It is getting hard to separate the truth from the lies as I
Hear their hateful words that are meant to spread fear and doubt across my mind
So I don’t want to listen anymore.
The opportunity of friendship was broken due to my own destruction
I came back stronger than ever, however, the friendship did not
It passed me by due to my own actions,
Because I will never be good enough
I suffer
Knowing I had the opportunity to create a life-changing friendship
But I ruined it and cannot fix it
Though it warms my heart knowing you have moved on
With a façade so strong that I think you never cared
But why should you?
Because I’m not good enough
You are good enough Kimpow.

Also i very much love these poems, thank you for writing them, they've cheered me up.
 
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Here's a few poems.

Your smile, my day.
Your silence, my night.
Your body, my subconscious.
Your face, my retinas.
Your eyes, my clear spring dew.
Your breath, my cool breeze in summer.
Your hands, my cozy autumn caress.
Your voice, my warmth in winter.
You, my passage of time.
You, my changing of seasons.
You, my reality.



Without these, a frozen world that cannot turn.

A sleepless void without form.

Across a vast expanse of rubble I rush to you.
The rust of an empty, decayed world, it catches me.
The overgrown grass it tangles around me.
The gray skies rain upon my head.
The lightning strikes around me.
The crust of the earth, it stands towering above me.

I punch through it with bleeding fists.
My flesh burns from the blue light.
My legs are assualted by countless thorns.

Still I reach you.

The weak gray rays of light from the sun breaks through the thick green chlorphyll of the titanic trees.

It illuminates a wasteland of valueless debri.

But you are there.

The shattered earth stands beautiful when presented along with your countenance.

The sun rises over a promising morrow.

The moon too, it is beautiful with you by my side.

Beyond the glass, iron stars sparkling across velvet.

My silent reflection.

Anxiety and excitement fill my chest.

My unknown concrete expanse.

The skin I wear is not my own.

My separate reality.

To familiarity I return.

My shattered mirror.
 
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here's some of my poems:

there aren't any sweet ways

to tell someone that the flowers

you once gave them have rotten.

the flowers will remain withered and wilted, dead.

and they will never expect to be anything else but that.
i saw you in my dreams

you were beautiful

you still are

the most wonderful apparition

a perfect hallucination of you

you were always full of life and love

i admired it

i still do



but i wonder why you left

why our memories were fresh in my mind

so fresh that i was succumbing to the unbearable pain

when i knew i was the only one aching

aching for the memories of simpler times

times of bliss and love
 
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I'll share one for now. I'm shy with my poetry :(

Irony
I love the way you laugh and I love the way you sing
I love how all life's bitterness just crumbles to your feet
And you walk on it so gracefully on you way back to the moon
You could make a floating garden out of dust if you so choose
I can't be your voice of reason. I won't tell you right from wrong
But I'll learn your favorite colors, and I'll write your favorite song
Could you smother me with humor, and laugh at all my fears
Take the breath right from my lungs until the smoke decides to clear
Weigh me down with blackened roses, let the thorns take to my flesh
You'd never have to speak a word. You are irony at best.
You can make water taste of salt, or turn a heart to stone
Make the sun fade in color with the kindness you have shown
Make a blind man see your beauty, and a mute man want to sing
Make a cripple start to dance. Make a deaf ear start to ring
A wrong man want to change, and a right one turn from God
Make a poor man turn to gold and back to ashes when you're gone
 
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