We know what you're watching, reading, playing, listening to, dreaming, and spamming. I'm curious about what you're writing. No, your reply to this thread doesn't count.

I've been writing a poem about a generic city, given that I've just moved into one, and had been staying in it a lot previously. I started the poem in about October and then stalled it, but I've neared finishing it recently. I managed to throw away the piece of paper I was writing it on early on, so a couple of lines were forgotten. :o

Next in the series will be the "What are you posting 'What are you XXXing' threads about?" thread.

I wrote about a dozen poems a few years ago and attempted a short story.
These are the ones I wrote in English. (The rest is in German, if anyone is interested.)
The first one is an homage to the Paul Simon song.
The last one I posted in the "Your life in limericks (http://forum.team17.co.uk/showpost.php?p=508109&postcount=6)" thread.

Just One Wish Out Of Many

Sometimes I wish I was a rock,
I wish I was an island.
Because a rock feels no pain,
an island never cries.
But when I think about you,
I am glad to have feelings.

(c) 2001 Kaddour Bounab


One More Year, One More Tear

After 365 days
I found some other enlightning new ways
They gave me a new perspective for being
As well as some things that were worth seing

After frustrating hassle and strife,
I'm coming to get some grip on my life.
My soul is now much easier to tame,
But still i always recall the same.

I then remember back for a while
And my face makes this same old smile.
But also dispair comes up again,
Feeling like waking up in a den.

Another year claims another tear.

(c)2002 Kaddour Bounab


snails & slugs

in my heart, like a snail
sadness lurks
i'm feeling lonelier than all the jerks

in my brain, like a slug
madness lies
i'm thinking deeper than all the guys

the snail is dead,
and so is the slug
still all gets bad
never have enough luck

(c)2002 Kaddour Bounab


The Limerick

What's a limerick? I ask myself,
Pick the dictionary from the shelf.
A-A-B-B-A, that is the trick,
That's needed to form a limerick.

I have no clue 'bout poetric meter,
Nor do I know what's an anapaest.
The term amphibrachys I don't know either,
And make a crippled sonnet with the rest.

(c)2006 by Kaddour Bounab

Pretty much all of my Maths Coursework.
Incidently, I've just finished it.

I just finished writing an email to a colleague, and I imagien I'll spend much of today working on various scripts for a number of ideas (I'm still looking for someone to do that Flash animatic for me, incidentally...).

City. (http://planetbloopy.deviantart.com/art/City-79766283) Next thing I'm having a go at is a collaborative poem with a dA friend, should be interesting to see how it turns out.

A really painful 4000 word essay on Mathematics at work within a job sector.

Sucks.

have you had a look at [Ficlets (http://www.ficlets.com/)] yet, Paul? I try to write at least one a day, although I don't always succeed.

I had a look at Ficlets, but didn't get particularly interested. I might give it a go at some point.

I'm writing a review of the audio CD product which CafePress (http://www.cafepress.com) offers. It's actually rather awesome.

Just came to applaud "City".

Review. (http://www.last.fm/user/Bloopy/journal/2008/05/25/1zsmcy_cafepress_cd_review)

Just came to applaud "City".

Thanks. Read more. (http://planetbloopy.deviantart.com/gallery/#Literature) :p

I've been working on a Jump Leads script on and off for the past month or so. I want to get the balance just right because it's going to be pretty golly gosh darned epic.

I'm also working on a sitcom pilot with Euan, and an Old-Timey Radio Show style series of short audioplays with a co-worker. Busy times.

Thread revive!

I wrote this:

__________
I emerged from the curtain in an explosion of playing cards. As the spotlight swung towards me I raised my arms and released doves from my sleeves. Now was not the time for subtlety.

Michael, ever the showman, didn’t bat an eyelid. “Ah! It seems I have a challenger after all!”
My timing was perfect, I had arrived at the very end of his act, the ‘Conjurers Duel’, a vulgar spectacle were he makes the night’s other performers look like fools as he turns their tricks against them. It was a crowd favourite.

“But what fun is a Duel without something at stake? This very evening I will wager my luxurious velvet cloak against this mysterious stranger’s fine top hat! Is that silk, my Good man?”
“Moleskin.” I replied. And right there, for just a moment, I saw a flash of recognition in his eyes. He remembered. He knew me.
“That’ll have to do.” he smirked, then muttered “but first, my lucky charm”.

He drew a small red gem-stone on a string from inside his waistcoat. I knew it instantly: Soul Stone, the dark energies of the earth refined within the hearts of men. Real magic, both immensely powerful and unspeakably rare.

I reached inside my own Waistcoat and watched Michael’s face ice over.

Mine was bigger.

I keep forgetting to post here when I write ficlets, but here's my latest - [Flash Handsome in: The Trojan Stratagem (http://ficlets.com/stories/43439#review-95709)].

Draft 2 of Beings of Light is finally properly underway: http://www.authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=1004

First five chapters (basically the first two chapters of Draft 1, plus a whole bunch of extra stuff) up so far, about 12,800 words.

I wanted to embed what I was writing, but it's 43759 characters long, when the limit is 12000 characters, so meh...

It's some C++ code for the Wii (homebrew is awesome), if anyone cares...

I wish that I could write a poem
that was meaningful and fun
Instead my linguistic skills suck
and my rhymes are plain and dumb.

And I'd like to stay on subject
While still being able to rhyme
But this part is often too hard
and I fail most every time.

Now my clever is all used up
and it's time to face my defeat
This poem was never that funny
and wish I ate more meat.

:rolleyes:

Yo, I'm the rhyme maker
No, I ain't a baker;
And when you see my skills at work
You'll know I ain't no faker

Walking down a busy street
Everyone calling me 1337
I drop a rhyme and keep on walking
Not missing a single beat

Now I'm on your forum
Dissing the decorum
Showing off my awesome flow
You'll be feeling pretty sullen

Nearly at the final line
Clicking on Submit Reply
I made this all up on the spot
I'm number 1; why even try?

:rolleyes:

d0n't b3 dissin' me bro
I a1n7 y0 hom1e n0 mo'

my rhym3s 4r3 f0r s3r10us
dey m4k3 you d3leri0us

N0w wh0 is da leet h4ck4?
Go 3a7 ch33e on a cr4ck4'

:cool:

Yo this ****'s fo' real now
Take a tip from Bart: don't have a cow
Got a mega cruising ride with my homies in tow
Gonna drive up by the side while you're tippin' slow

Now whatcha doin' sitting there all alone?
Gonna put ya in your place, just me and my bros
I'm the hottest **** out there dontcha know?
Can't be hatin' on this just 'cause you got owned

:cool:

I'm a rap battler,
I ain't no prattler.
I'll be droppin' rhymes
That should probably be crimes.

I'll insinuate unpleasant lies
That'll break your family ties
You'll end up on the street
And you might not like ... eet.

Now you'd best take cover
before I mention yo mother.