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Writing from instinct observation.
« on: August 22, 2008, 05:36:02 PM »
The eyes of a domestic trained dog.
Dog is told by nature to guard the door.
Dog is good, dog is loyal, dog says ok.
A strange man comes to challenge dog.
Dog growls, strange man kicks the dog causing it to yelp!
Dog barks, stranger man strikes dog in the head causing it to yelp again!
Dog attacks strange man and rips his throat out.
The eyes of a chaotic wild wolf.
Wolf is told by nature to guard the door.
Wolf is chaotic, wolf is wild, wolf says ok.
A strange man comes to challenge wolf.
Wolf growls, strange man kicks the wolf causing it to yelp!
Wolf abandons door.
A dog and a wolf grow up with cattle.
A dog and a wolf defend cattle with their lives.
All animals have instinct, training them teaches them what to do with instinct.
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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #1 on: August 22, 2008, 07:23:46 PM »
OOOooohhh, I love it!!! :-D

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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #2 on: August 23, 2008, 06:11:08 PM »
Thank you.

My loverís eyes.
 I love my lover, my lover loves me, but I do not love my lover's eyes and my lover's eyes do not love me. I do know I love my lover, but I do not know why my lover's eyes do not love me. I do know why I do not love my lover's eyes because my lover's eyes do not love me. They glow red when I sleep with him, and they rape me when I kiss him, why doesn't my lover's eyes love me.
     My lover's love is like a gently flower, while my lover's eyes are like the beastial's love for killing and reaping my love for my lover at night. While my lover's love is warm, my lover's eyes are cold, how can some thing so hot have some thing so cold. I do not love my lover's eyes and my lover's eyes do not love me. I fight for the love of my lover's eyes but only meet disapproval and disappointment from the glare I receive from my lover's eyes. I guess itís true what they say, that you can't see love for love is not in my lover's eyes. My lover is gentle, yet his eyes are fierce, my lover is friendly, yet his eyes are feral.
     I love my lover, and love his love, but I do not love my lover's eyes. They rip me up inside, and continue to mame when time goes by, why does my lover's eyes hate me so. How can some thing so red in passion be so red in violence? My lovers love is soft to the touch, while my lover's eye is harmful inside. My lover is different from you, and so is his love, but his eyes are exactly like yours! My lover is a monster, his eyes are human, yet I am repelled by my lover's eyes and not by my lover's love.

I love my lover, my lover loves me, but I do not love my lover's eyes and my lover's eyes do not love me.

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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #3 on: August 24, 2008, 10:13:50 AM »
Wow, you got talent. Post here more often!!!

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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #4 on: August 24, 2008, 04:56:25 PM »
Thanks... Get others to comment and I might post more.
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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #5 on: August 24, 2008, 05:29:01 PM »
Well, here ya go. By posting here, my name will get others' attention, and you'll have more posts, lol. But... Petling's right, you do have a talent for this.

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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #6 on: August 24, 2008, 06:36:34 PM »
Thank you Moloch. Here is one I have posted before but I might as well post here as well.

Turn

Long straight they are. Our very souls forged to steel.
His like mine, mine like his.
The dance is slow that moves in a circle at first and then back and forth.
1! 2! 3! 4--------- 1! 2! 3! 4----------
Our katanas kiss in the morning.
What are we fighting for? His steel is just like mine.
1! 2! 3! 4--------- 1! 2! 3! 4----------
Our katanas kiss in the morning.
There is no point when he stabs me. There is no point, I see nothing but a cherry blossom... The cherry blossom! They are perfect!
That is the point.
Not to be perfect, but to grow into perfection. Such as the cherry blossom we are.
Each day we practice, him and I. I remember even now.
1, 2, 3, 4----- 1, 2! 1, 2! 1, 2, 3, 4------- TURN!
Beautiful she was, gone she is. I dance, she dance, we both dance. We both love. 1, 2! He dance. 1, 2 TURN! She dies. 1, 2! 1, 2! 1, 2, 4------- We now dance.
Him for perfection. 3, 4---- Blades kiss. I for her beauty. 5, SLICE!
We both are discipline for our own cherry blossoms.
 

Now most of the time I only write good poetry when I am horribly horribly depressed, but while I make my good ones, I make bad ones as well, here is some trash poetry, or at least in my opinion it was trash.

Although

Although time is already past, I still see it going by over and over again.
Although there is silence, I still hear voices going on and on.
Although I can be certain of love, I do not understand why you weren't.
Although I could care less of what you think, I still wonder if you think of me.
Although I am glad to be rid of you... I wish things would've been like they were before.
Although you were my piece of heaven, you are now my enternal hell!

Although time is already past, I still see it going over and over again... And I die over and over again.
Although this is done, I am far from peace.


For clafication, I am near peace now. I don't know if I have posted this one or not, but here it is. Many on a different web site liked this, but now that I read back on it, I'm not much for it.

I shower in the dark.

By moonlight,
A dragon hunts.

Dragons.
We are legend of monsters stealing virgins.
Destroying every thing in their path. War machines.

I shower in the dark.

This is a story of a dragon that became aÖ
Monster.

By moonlight,
A dragon hunts.

We never steal virgins, we always invite.
Stories of knights in shining armor that destroy dragons are false.
It is really the virgins who slay the beasts.

I shower in the dark.

Let the blood flow, I am no war machine but the blood must flow some where! Every day was the same, every night was the same!

By moonlight,
A dragon hunts.

Every night, I am haunted by you, no virgin I have taken has hurt as much as you, no one I cared about, accept for you.

I shower in the dark.

I know you are scared of the dark and now the dark is my safe place to be. If denying the moonís beauty and snuffing out my candle means to be safe from you, then so be it.

By moonlight,
A dragon hunts

Even the current virgin I now hold is scared of the dark, no one will come be with the dragon, the monster lurking in the dark, and no one can I care for.

I shower in the dark.

Every night you come to haunt me. It is the virgin who slays the monster. You were the slayer, and my best friend was the one in the shining armor.

By moonlight,
A dragon weeps!

I can barely stand the thought of the slayer or the knight in shining armor! The anger rises to not. I can not let the candle light again; I can not allow myself to burn and shed light. If I can hide in the dark for ever, I will, and if not then for as long as I can.

I shower in the dark.

When I hide from you, the virgin I took, the one who changed, the one who became the monsters of my dreams, very few are willing to come to me.

By moonlight,
A dragon dies.

The fear in the dark disappears, there is nothing that has harmed me as much as you, and yet Iím still standing. Why?

I shower in the dark.

Why was I left? Because I can prove that I will build the fire, build the fire inside me, greater than it was before so I will never have to hide in the dark again. Until then I will be alone. Forever I will never forget. Never will I be easily slayed by those who arenít worth it.

By moonlight,
A dragon waits.


So much wrong with this next poem.


Jykellís Curse:

I am your hate, I am your fury, I am what you need when you are angry, and I am your legendary battle cry! I am the essence of hate I am the fuel for fury, I am the raging tool of heart, and I am your legendary roar! I am what eyes hate, I am what nightmares fears, I am what you hate, and I am your legendary ever lasting hunger! No one loves you, no one needs you, and they will only fear your inner uncontrollable tool that starts up when blood starts to fly! Your happiness gone, your sanity lost, even I scare and consume your inner demons, and I am here to stay. I am lack of control, I am the eternal raging energy, and I will weave my chaos in your future.

I am the side that will understand, the side that will not judge. I am what searches for peace, I am what will not stop, and I am what I am and accept others for who they are. I am the pursuit for freedom and happiness.

Hyde, you have lost, I am human and will destroy you like I will destroy my self.

You are not human, you are me and will not accept thy self in the mirror, and neither will the others. You are my hate, you are my fury, you are my anger, and you will be the cause of my legendary fury!

I'm still working on one for SA Petling, been working on one since I met her, and I still am no where near done.



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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #7 on: August 27, 2008, 11:07:35 PM »
Possibly one of the best depressing poems I have ever written in my opinion. I was down of the low and I didn't even know it back then.

How many poems will I make?
How much time will you take?
How many endings will I make?
How much rhyme will you take?
How many tears will I make?
How much health will you take?
How many screams I will make?
How much air will you take?
How many voices will I make?
How much sanity will you take?
How many lovers will I make?
How much love will you take?
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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #8 on: August 30, 2008, 12:34:01 AM »

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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #9 on: September 05, 2008, 06:50:26 PM »
It is finally done, a few months of writing and I have finally gotten a poem I am satisfied with for SickAngel_13

P.S. I love you.
I love the way you speak, the words you make and oh yeah,
P.S. I love you.
I love how you make me feel, how you make me happy and oh yeah,
P.S. I love you.
I love how you laugh, how you stare, how you smile and oh yeah,
P.S. Did I say I love you,
because I really do.

Short and simple after a few months of devotion. Its hard to write dark and gloomy poetry, all the poetry you have read accept the Samurai poem and the dog poem, was poetry I had written before. This is the first new poetry I have actually written in months! You will find I write less master pieces when I'm like this... Its a trade I'm willing to make. Sorry fans, my personal happiness is more important to me than your reading pleasure. How ever there is plenty of old things to still share.
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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #10 on: September 05, 2008, 07:45:13 PM »
Lol, it's simple & beautiful, TY. :-)

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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #11 on: October 21, 2008, 01:54:31 PM »
Domesticated/Wild
The dog will take food from you.
The dog will comfort you.
The dog will keep you warm at night.
The dog will not bite you if you hit it.
The dog will die before it defends itself.
The dog is bred for this.
Humans made dog.
The dog will die.
The wolf will take food from you.
The wolf will eat you.
The wolf will leave you at night, letting you freaze.
The wolf will bite you if you hit it.
The wolf will kill you in his defense.
The wolf is bred for this.
Nature made wolf.
The wolf will live.
Domesticating the wild is the most evil act one can commit.


I asked you to not break my heart.
You laughed.
I asked you to not break my heart.
You said you wouldn't.
I asked you to not break my heart.
You said for me to trust you.
I made a mistake.
You laughed.
I said don't worry about your heart.
You said you wouldn't.
I said your hurting me.
You said for me to trust you.
I should've said, "Don't break my heart."


U kive the way you speak.
I will never leave you.
I love the way you think.
I don't care about others the way I care for you.
I will always love you.
Lies, my lover told me.
Lies, I believed.


P.S. I believed you.
I believed you cared, that you were sincere.
P.S. I believed you.
I believed you were faithful, that you were different.
P.S. I believed you.
I believed you loved me, that you were better than the others and oh yeah,
P.S. Did I say I believed you, because I really did and
it was the worst thing I've ever done.




There you go every one, with new material and new settings and now the black emotion that plagued me for a night, I have given you new material, but I think that is all I will be able to give you for a little while.

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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #12 on: October 21, 2008, 04:53:21 PM »
 Wow, Ty. I could go into more, but I won't because of the subject matter. Excellent work.
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Re: Writing from instinct observation.
« Reply #13 on: October 22, 2008, 09:48:56 PM »
Thank you Kadesh. I believe I will publish a new way to read poetry. Numerology poetry. Counting numbers and the speed you count them at. Its a interesting twist to it. For each - there is after the number say it a little longer. I've done this before in my Samurai poem, which was a success, lets see if I can do it again.

She knew you.
She played you.
She lied to you.
She cheated on you.
You now sit there thinking youíre pathetic.
1--- 2--- 3---
You now sit there.
1-- 2-- 3--
With a lighter. A book of matches. A knife. A pair of scissors.
1- 2- 3-
Your own destructive keys to un-make you.
You sit there. Alone.
Only her whispers to keep you company.
1- 2- 3-
You light the lighter! You strike the match! You sharpen the knife. You twirl the scissors!
1! 2! 3!
You thought you knew her!
You TRUSTED HER!
YOU LOVED HER!
SHE HURT YOU!
ButÖ Thatís her loss.
1-- 2-- 3--
You throw the key away.
Youíre not pathetic.
You did your best.
Good dawg.
1--- 2--- 3---
Some one who canít remain faithful to a person who truly cares about them.
Now thatís pathetic. Seriously think as you read this poem, how pathetic can you be to still look for one who loves you when you have one already there some one loving you for who you are.
It is then when you decide to choose your own honor and life, or the love for a whore.
Walk the shadows or the light,
There is always some one who will be faithful to the one who chooses honor and life.
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« Reply #14 on: October 24, 2008, 01:39:17 PM »
A sortive funny poem with a meaning if you look hard enough in it.

Narcissist.

Dear self,
Remember that you donít fall in love often.
Dear self,
Remember that out of the few you have fallen in love with, there is still one who remains faithful to you.
Dear self,
Remember that one is you.
Dear self,
Remember why it is important to fall in love with yourself.
Dear self,
Remember that many will think the very sound of that phrase is shallow.
Dear self,
Remember that we donít give a damn!
Dear self,
Remember what the deeper meaning to that phrase is.
Dear self,
Remember it is better to love yourself than to hate yourself.
Dear self,
Remember to be honest to me.
Dear self,
Remember to do your best for me.
Dear self,
Remember to live for me.
Dear self,
Remember that you never depend on any one but me to make you happy.
Dear self,
Remember that there are two possible reasons for you being in reality. They are, you thought of the world and so shall it be, every thing is by your force of thinking. The second one is some one thought you into reality, meaning at least some one wants you here, rather it be just you who thought of reality or the one who did, at least some one wants you.

P.S.
I love you my special Narcissist.
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