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profile [18 Nov 2010|02:31am]

alysasherwood
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[29 Jul 2005|09:58am]

cptplanet2k3
For all fans of the horror novels, cheesy horror movies, alkaline trio, or murder by death:

Please check out my latest work, posted on my SITE!

It took me about 4 months to create since I was working on some other writings during that span of time, but in the end I have a fairly cohesive horror-themed tale, narrated through a series of 13 song lyrics.

Here's a sample lyric, the first one in the story:

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Hope you enjoy!!!

~Jason
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Please Don't Delete - Searching for Serious Wordsmiths [08 Jul 2005|10:08am]
elegant_profile
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[04 Jun 2004|08:43pm]

youbledmedry
i dont know why i am bothering to post this here, since this place is completely dead. but here are some lyrics. comment PLEASE. disprove my diagnosis of the community.


If i stare at the phone long enough will it ring?
And if i think about you long enough will you care?
I don't know, and i can only try.
I dream that one day a beautiful future will greet me,
with you on one arm and security on the other.
But for all this dreaming, silence is the worst.
It chokes the root, stifles growth.
Apathy is where i met you.
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Hi, im new... [25 Apr 2004|07:03pm]

uxoricide
Hey people. My names Daniel and I compose music and words. Here are some of my writings, some new, some old. Any comments would be much appreciated. Rock on.

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first post. [23 Mar 2004|04:56pm]

foolishgirl87
all is fine , the day.
night has been broken.
by simple words you say.
my heart is crushed
shredded like the poems
i have written for you
that i let my tears fall apon.
i'll cry till morning..
to the early sun.








please comment on poem.thanks
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[16 Feb 2004|05:00pm]

ur2own4disaster
[ mood | artistic ]

hey i just joined feel free to add me

 

Walking through the halls

I see your face

I see your stare

Staring through me

At me

Beyond me

You make me want to hate you

I hate you

So bad I try

But it doesn’t seem right

I left you alone and cold

With your consent

Now you slap me

Scold me over and over

Endless pain

Your eyes an anguishing bliss

Hurting so

Digging so deep into me

Cutting tearing

Still

I can’t hate you

I force a smile

Look back

Nothing but sorrow

And that stare

Cutting deeper

Rigorous but weak

An endless pain growing stronger

Your touch hurts almost like your stare

You hurt me so bad digging deeper and deeper

Thorough cutting everything

Slowly but painfully

But still I can’t look away

I hurt you but you hurt me now

Endlessly, Unknowingly, joyfully, miserably, contently

Digging deeper and deeper

Ill be dead soon

Leave me for dead so that I might survive somehow

Now you are dead to me

Why can’t I be dead to you?

 

its better with a black backround

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[23 Jan 2004|08:20pm]

dyana_shani
[ mood | thirsty ]

Hey guys - new here. Just wanted to share with you people what I've been writing. Comments/criticism welcomed. Thanks.

“A Night of Rain”

You smile and say that you love me, but your traitorous eyes let me know
That what was now is gone forever; stolen away by the ocean.

What ever happens to love after a night of rain?
Can I still love you even though your heart is o so vain?
Why can’t we work through this and end being millionaires?
Don’t leave me all alone, looking through your cruel stare.

Bringing me teddy bears and flowers won’t make up for the bruise
Left on my shoulder from the night that I told you the news.
You said, “Don’t make me kill you”, but I doubt that you can now that I’m gone
Try to find me in the fog, and all the while I’m singing this song:

What ever happens to love after a night of rain?
Do you think I want you after you have left me in such pain?
Why do you want to be with me when neither of us cares?
Just leave me here alone, believing that you’re not there.

(Bridge)
Don’t try to stop me in the middle of the street (I’ll run you over)
Don’t come over uninvited with that smile (I’ll kick you out)
Why can’t you get it through your thick skull that I hate…you…now?

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Silly... [04 Sep 2003|07:35pm]

katakhonsu
I wrote a silly little song for my bf, he has yet to see it, I want to perfect it first...

My Pyro
--------------

You think you know
How I feel
You know how a girl should be handled
And it's not hard to guess why you light my candle

It's because, though you're calm and smart
And even though you're all heart
You know just how
To treat a girl right
With a little bit of ammonium nitrate!

I'm in love with a pyromaniac
And now I'm never lookin' back
We're in love and overrunneth my cup
Coz when we're together we blow shit up!

Whoa whoa whoa you're my little pyromaniac
I'll try to treat you well
Coz knowing you If I fuck up
you're gonna blow me to Hell!

Fun-loving and up for a ride
My little man plays with organic peroxide
And even though I'm not that intelligent
I could tell his mother where all the matches went

Whoa, oh, my little pyromaniac
I'm in love and I can't look back...
Whoa, oh, my little pyromaniac

I'm in love with a pyromaniac
And now I'm never lookin' back
We're in love and overrunneth my cup
Coz when we're together we blow shit up!

Whoa whoa whoa you're my little pyromaniac
I'll try to treat you well
Coz knowing you If I fuck up
you're gonna blow me to Hell!


So...what do you think?
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Dancing [24 Jul 2003|01:47am]

barisaxgirljen
My untrained limbs are hardly graceful
Mother, before she had me, could dance
I was stretching, and she took the opportunity
To share with me.

The stair railing was the bar
Her toes pointed, and I mimicked, barely
The record of harp music trickled on
We made arcs with our arms like rainbows
Each move with the most sincere intentions

Mother was tired; she was not young
She sat down, defeated
But I, unskilled and naive, continued
I added a twirl and a smile
Leapt away to the moonlight

I realized that my legs were not moving
Arms at my sides
However
My soul was dancing.


*Feel free to leave all of the constructive criticism you like!
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30 second love song [02 May 2003|10:14am]

xile
revolution and madmen
and prophets and saints
and beggars and junkies
and huffers of paint

and killers and murdering nsa goons
and monkies and rabbits and al roker too
and fistfulls of patricide noxious and rank
and intercept thought with a nod and a wink
and JFK motorcades spin through the head
and living non breathing in land of the dead
and farcical underground want to rebel
while driving they mommies new beamer to hell

duplicitous causes and avant garde rags
and stealth hydrocodone brought home in a bag
and little boy blue and the man in the moon
were caught selling crack in middle school too

policemen kept quiet the mighty think tank
while old Martha Stewart ran home from the bank
and weapons of mass propaganda refine
the telling of truth and disposal of lies
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sidewalk [13 Apr 2003|11:07pm]

exquisitcarnage
[ mood | good ]

If I were depressed
Would you actually care?
I tear up the pages
At nothing I stare
Depression is comfortable
Crying is fun
Pouring my heart out
I take the plunge

And I'm writhing around
In a bed made of stone
A million thoughts linger
I'm meant to be alone
Scribbling the sidewalk
And I stop to take a look
I was given nothing
But that's all it took

I'd be lying if I said that
You're what I live for
Hell, I hardly ever think of you
But that's what the nights for
Crying is for cowards
It just ain't my thing
Stare at the ceiling
Let the phone ring

Cuz there's nothin' left to do
In a bed made of stone
'Specially when you know that
You're meant to be alone
Scribbling the sidewalk
And I stop to take a look
I was given nothing
But that’s all it took

You gave me nothing
But that's all it took.
~Me

Me = Singer Songwriter Guitarist, tipical chick rock cliche. Wants to move to the big city, be famous, loved and lost, lived on the street lol, you get the picture. Any comments you may have about this piece would be greatly apreciated. I Okay I'm gonna shut up now.


Listen baby, hear the train?
~Me

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intro [26 Mar 2003|04:57am]
sphinxprincess
Just joined, posting an intro. : )

I won't bore you with mundane stats.

Haven't been writing for a long time, and the Universe says it's time to get back in.
Getting over the dreaded "block" is definitely an issue.

If anyone knows any little excercises to get the juices flowing I'd much appreciate them!
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Bored at work so... [11 Oct 2002|01:00am]

kmconner
I got bored at work so I wrote this:

TO LAST FOREVER
----
Beneath a darkened sky
Far removed from the candlelight
Two bodies gently touch
And dance throughout the night
Colliding and rocking
The world spins around and around
There's passion in motion
There's silence and sound

It's such a magical night
That it's felt deep down in the soul
Making love 'til morning light
A fire burns out of control
Two hearts melt into one
Two lovers join together
To find a dream come true
To find a love to last forever

Just a gentle caress
A single touch from fingertips
Just a nervous tremble
Eased by a kiss on the lips
Over and over and
Their bodies go under again
A course has been mapped out
For a love without end

It's such a magical night
That it's felt deep down in the soul
Making love 'til morning light
A fire burns out of control
Two hearts melt into one
Two lovers join together
To find a dream come true
To find a love to last forever

Written by Kevin Michael Conner
Copyright © 2002 Kevin Michael Conner
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Bent to Light (from 09-18-02) [20 Sep 2002|07:22pm]

barisaxgirljen
On a liesurely drive
I passed a field of strange faces
Of sharply contrasting colors
Rounded brown centers with strange spikes of yellow
Such gifted plants are the sunflowers.

With each day, the rosy faces
Would turn their heads, in natural unison
To the east, and await the object of their attention
The giving orb of the love they seek
Precious, beautiful, filliing sunlight

For this wonder, they shall bend
Slowly, to the sun's cadence
A dance of one with millions of partners
Amazing giving, a shower of life
And the flowers follow without thought.

Why are people not sunflowers?
They cannot always receive the light, the love
That they seek, they may need
To bend farther than they wish to gamble
On another so uncertain, so they are unfulfilled.

However

I am your sunflower.
I will follow you on your path,
Embracing the light you give with thankfulness
Loyal to you with every hour that you give me
Bending to you in respect.

*Just wanted to share this one, I'm open to criticism.
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Hi there, community [14 Sep 2002|06:38pm]

barisaxgirljen
Just wanted to put up an intro post- I have poetry in my journal, I'm afraid I haven't an "intro poem" or anything like that- but please stop by and check it out, I'm also up on Poetry.com under my real name (I'll put up links from my site eventually, it's not much now). Anyway, this community looks like a lovely source of inspiration, I'm glad to have found it, and I hope to contribute some time in the near future. Sayonara~
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from the new guy [29 Jul 2002|09:25pm]

kmconner
[ mood | artistic ]

Hi all. Just joined the group. Here's something I just wrote tonight...

Probably
----
Beautiful full moon
Another picture perfect summer night
I wish I could enjoy it
But too much chaos reigns in my life
It seems I’ve fallen
From my pedestal upon high
My heart has been wounded
And I haven’t a trace left of pride

The sides have been chosen
The lines have been drawn
I’ve crossed them with my prose and
I should probably just be gone

And probably I should just go
Somewhere, but where I don’t know
And probably I should just be
But I’m not what you want, I’m me
And probably I should just feel
But I don’t want this love I have to be real
So probably I should keep it to myself

Whispers in the night and
Moving-picture kaleidoscopes fill my dreams
It was once a peaceful sleep
Before your nights became a holiday with me
It seems that I’m forsaken
To toss and turn for an eternity
My heart may be broken
But not my memory

And the sides have been chosen
The lines have been drawn
I’ve crossed them with my prose and
I should probably just be gone

And probably I should just go
Somewhere, but where I don’t know
And probably I should just be
But I’m not what you want, I’m me
And probably I should just feel
But I don’t want this love I have to be real
So probably I should keep it to myself

Written by Kevin Michael Conner
Copyright © 2002 Kevin Michael Conner

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My one and only [09 Jun 2002|03:04am]

itsumokoibito
[ mood | artistic ]

The evening skies are tinted with a delicate cerulean hue
Leisurely combine in romantic splendor as it surrounds you
I watch in wonder as a smile slowly crosses your lips with great delight
Inhaling the midnight fragrance as you take in the beauty of the night

With a tranquil look that has crossed your handsome face
Imagining a time we've spent in another time, another place.
I gaze at you afar in speculation, hoping you feel the same
Contentment overwhelms me as you gently whisper my name

A letter I have written, you read with a smile and a sigh
My words shall be all that you will see tonight
Succumb to your desires with wild abandonment
Allow the sensations to flow through you & live for the moment,
Let them make you unable to withstand all I write
As you give in to our love beneath the candlelight . . .

This night of breathless wonder consumes my very essence
Submitting to my hidden yearnings, my soul is drawn to your nearing presence
Do you still think of the night that we first met?
With each step closer that you take, I feel your being growing stronger yet

Come to me my love, you shall resist me no longer
Allow your passions to overtake you a grow stronger
Come to me my love & yield to this sensual temptation
These opened arms awaiting your intoxication
Come to me my love; my one and only,
Into these loving arms, content and no longer lonely . . .

- Liz

I had started writing this when I first met Des (who is now my husband) I hadn't ever really finished it, but I would really like to. Some suggestions or ideas anyone? Do you like what you've read so far? Some input would be appreciated! ^_^

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about the electronic experience [07 Jun 2002|03:27pm]

foxxfires1
[ mood | calm ]

Settin the steppin, come treble the sound.
A mode of acceptance strattles the ground.
Quick fingers scratch light into me, and
Strengthen the bass with clarity.

Glide across in lines with breaks,
as the creator gives... the monitors take,
the lips they part, the hand come up
to vocalize rhymes and spit out thoughts

Synths and beats, sound gives its pleasure
to a new generation, of notes and measures
Sound comes up, music dies
with the morning lights leaving night behind,
of aching minds, aching bones, confused rights
and dirty clothes.

Exhaused bodies blindly follow,
the darkened cirlces and hollow lungs,
keep tight those eyes so the day me be
refreshed, anew with cleaned impurities.

Till come again another week
day calls for calling out the sheep
to blanket the seedy corners with shade
to hit repeat and start the rave.

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please don't throw fruit: [28 Apr 2002|06:47pm]

regina_thesuper
[ mood | sad ]

on and off the drip from my eyes
seeping out the black signatures
of the ache of the intrinsic ties
of the sharp recollections beside my sighs

days go past like train carriages
whip me upright, spray me about
my parts litter where i have lain
hot in the spring sun, warming my outside,
ingrained

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