Post by Chrono on Jan 12, 2010 9:17:35 GMT -6
I thought might lead to some interesting posts. As the title suggests, post your freewritings here. That is to say, just start writing whatever comes to mind, and if you find you have written something interesting, feel free to post it here.
I'll start by posting something I freewrote with just some minor touches to correct some obvious spelling mistakes
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For ever we search for that which can't be found
That which is front of us is lost to the sound
Never knowing when to laugh or cry
Only living the moment, here again and then by
The bright light comes again to the moon
A gentle breeze to calm none
The words flow out freely leaving only regret
Love life happiness
Once again
If only it could be true
If only the moments could live on forever
The blank paper is a bitter reminder
Of the emptiness of the mind
Of the emptiness which is never kind
Of a moment we are lost and can't be found
Of a moment where we are found and can't be lost
For all that is around us stops
To breath
Stops to leave
Writing without a purpose
Writing without a way
Writing without a destination
Nothing to say
A young tree reaches toward the blood red sky
Clouds above trapped in time
Like smudges on a forgotten canvas
An abscence is the only reminder to remember by
Those lost words, thoughts, loves, and lives
Here there, never any where
A gentle spring rain
Green grass under gray skies
Always laughing, always crying, always knowing, always sighing
For here we are, and there we will
Not knowing the difference
To lose and gain
To die and to remain the same
I'll start by posting something I freewrote with just some minor touches to correct some obvious spelling mistakes
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For ever we search for that which can't be found
That which is front of us is lost to the sound
Never knowing when to laugh or cry
Only living the moment, here again and then by
The bright light comes again to the moon
A gentle breeze to calm none
The words flow out freely leaving only regret
Love life happiness
Once again
If only it could be true
If only the moments could live on forever
The blank paper is a bitter reminder
Of the emptiness of the mind
Of the emptiness which is never kind
Of a moment we are lost and can't be found
Of a moment where we are found and can't be lost
For all that is around us stops
To breath
Stops to leave
Writing without a purpose
Writing without a way
Writing without a destination
Nothing to say
A young tree reaches toward the blood red sky
Clouds above trapped in time
Like smudges on a forgotten canvas
An abscence is the only reminder to remember by
Those lost words, thoughts, loves, and lives
Here there, never any where
A gentle spring rain
Green grass under gray skies
Always laughing, always crying, always knowing, always sighing
For here we are, and there we will
Not knowing the difference
To lose and gain
To die and to remain the same