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Date:2006-06-26 22:36
Subject:The first attempt
Mood: blank

A nice, long napCollapse )

Remembering. I have to be my own therapist, I guess.

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Date:2006-02-11 15:32
Subject:Introduction to the Rebel Prince
Mood: accomplished

Here's the first bit of the story I'm working on. madminx, you berated me for starting stories and never finishing them and I must thank you for that. I never thought my stuff so good that you didn't want to stop reading it. I assumed that you appreciated my style but never really got caught up in the story the way I do when I'm writing it.

This is going to be a good one, too. I'm confident of that. I think... Anyway, tell me what you think!

The Rebel PrinceCollapse )

I'll try to post a drawing of Remy soon.

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Date:2005-11-16 00:20
Subject:just a little something im' working on

here's the begining of the crime-drama novel i started... lemme know what you think, k?

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Date:2005-09-24 09:55
Subject:The Answer

The meloncholy themes of alcoholic schemes
Fractionally fulfilled my unreachable dreams
My soul's been tested now ripped at the seams
Like Roland Deschain I follow the path of the beam
The light & the way, the unshakeable team
The Father above in whom I always believe
The Son & the Spirit who let me be free
Through Him I can do everything I perceive
Giving my people just a tase of relief
By finding the words, that help them to see
That shit ain't so bad in this L-I-F-E
But don't believe what I say, just know what I mean
I'm not spittin' off game or blowin' off steam
Pen to my pad is my way of release
No conceited deceit I'm only speaking for me
I don't have the answers, or the reasons to be
So don't ask that of me, it's a task I can't do
The solution you seek, resides within you.

copyright Jon Maddron, 2005

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Date:2005-07-02 17:59
Subject:He wants to be a hero.
Mood: contemplative

"There's just something off about you. You admire the good people of the world. You worship your heroes and you strive to be like them, yet there's something rotten in you. You do respectable things because that's the better choice, whereas good people do respectable things because it's the only option. There are snakes in your meadow."

-Starla, talking to someone who will end up doing very bad things.

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Date:2005-06-12 23:11
Subject:Untitled, just written
Mood: discontent

Somewhere between a sob and a scream
"I'm sorry" is lodged in my throat.
But I'm stuck in this box
I'm sitting here numb
because I don't want to feel this all at once.
So I hate those words more then ever.

I don't even know who I'm failing,
it's you, and it's her, and it's him.
I'm producing this trail,
I'm spinning again.
So how long is too long, how much is too much?
And I'm failing myself as well.

See I had thought that I'd found my voice,
and I thought that would be enough.
But I'm stuck in this box,
I'm sitting here numb,
with that damned "I'm sorry" replaceing "Help me."
So I hate those words more then ever.

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Date:2005-06-04 03:27
Subject:Good or Evil?
Mood: accomplished

This comes after the bit I posted last. It's a bit long, so I'll understand if you don't read it. And please forgive all spelling and grammar errors, I'm too tired to go over it now and correct my mistakes!

Starla ponders her true natureCollapse )

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Date:2005-05-30 19:00
Subject:More people who don't suck should be here. Emphasis on the don't suck, cause we don't suck, we rule

OK, now I know this isn't my community, but I have a few ideas, well more like questions:

Can I ask some people that I have found to be good writers to join? Perhaps there could be an application process so you two can see something they have written?

If there is to be an application process I think that would be cool. I hate a lot of what most people write, it's contrived, silly and devoid of any type of talent. This isn't to say I am all that great myself, I haven't written anything I've really liked in years. But I want to avoid teen angsty crap, such as:

This rose I bought you is gray
Gray like our love
Dead and gray
Like this rose I bought you
dead, like our love, gray and dead

and the like. I'm sure you both know what I mean. I'm not saying everything that will appear here will be award winning and awe inspireing, but I like originality, feeling, emotion and cleverness: Like what you guys write. Anyway, let me know what pours from your brainmeats on this stuff, and if you guys have more ideas about it I want to discuss them. I love this place so far and I think it could grow really well.

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Date:2005-05-29 23:05
Subject:*mumbles a bit* um, my first post
Mood: nostalgic

I wrote this a while ago, but as I haven't written anything recently that is worth sharing I thought I would use this. I haven't written much at all lately, I'm hopeing being part of this will help get me to do more.

Tuesday Morning

Restless night results
sheets twist around me like vines.
Sunlight breaking through blinds
making stripes all across me.

Light through a prism
dazzles my unrested eyes
then melting my mind down
slow and sticky, like syrup.

Perhaps that explains
why the thought of you is stuck.
So that I find no peace
in this bed you've never known

All of this sunlight
has nothing on your smile.
No colors that I see
match the pale green of your eyes.

The start of my day
and I don't feel as myself.
Rather just as some thing,
reduced and wanting only you.

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Date:2005-05-29 19:38
Subject:Things get ugly.
Mood: artistic

Posted in my journal a while back but it leads into this next bit I'm going to write.

Starla's first killCollapse )

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Date:2005-05-28 21:58
Subject:She finds her strength...
Mood: accomplished

It begins.Collapse )

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Date:2005-05-21 10:52
Subject:Starla stumbles
Mood: accomplished

Starla learns a lessonCollapse )

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Date:2005-04-19 19:19
Mood: accomplished


I zip and zig zag from left to right
but I never really go upward
and my heart pounds as I move and spin
while I tear through this town or that

I see sidewalks and subways and rats
and a wild assortment of souls
I taste bitterness and wonder and shock
while I pass through the dot on a map

I twist and dart around red stop signs
but I never really go upward
and my mind wrinkles like silk sheets
on the bed I've made for myself

but I don't curl my fingers around stars
and dangle like a fish on the line
Just think... if I did vault into the sky
how very far I'd have to fall

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