Most of the stories aren't that bad either, though I didn't remember anything about them as I was reading them. Also, some silly poems I wrote as a teenager:
She Misses His Kisses
My lips have been cut by your words and your kisses;
Now I'm counting the score, all our hits and your misses.
How long have I suffered? How long have I dreamt
Of the old times, the good times
When you'd whisper and tempt?
Ohhh dear, Teenage Lisa. What's the matter with you? Actually, I've always liked that poem. I wanted to polish it up a bit, but I want to always be able to admire it in it's natural state. Note: please do not judge my writing abilities by these old examples. I have gotten much better.
I was just lamenting the fact that I don't write half as much as I used to, but hell, why can't I? I SHOULD write more, just for the heck of it. Maybe I'll even publish something one day.
Haha, oh dear, read this:
Fingers CrossedJesus. Emo attack or what? Naw, I still like this one too. I don't think I was trying to be particularly emo with this one, actually. I just liked the combination of the words.
I am wishful thinking
all the lyrics you ever forgot
the final attempt
last chance, hold you breath
cross your heart, hope to death
In my last post, I was going to write a list of things that I want to accomplish in my life. This list does not have a time-limit on it.
- publish something, be it short story, graphic novel or poem
- learn at least 2 more musical instruments
- sing in front of an audience
- play in a band with my trombone again
- participate in a poetry slam
- lose at least 20lbs
- more tattoos!