Question

what is some good writing that you wrote that you'd like to share?

Answer 1

Another poem
By Dbzfan836

I try, I try;
I’d like to lie
That I can’t understand
Almost every letter, man
I don’t know Arabic

I try everyday
Then go to pray;
But don’t know what I’m sayin;
I don’t know Arabic

Answer 2

A third poem
By Dbzfan836

I lay in bed;
I try to sleep;
I just can’t;
I keep thinkin about me;

Think about my day;
Think about my night;
Think about a nap;
Think about Minecraft;

Get outta bed;
Get my candle read;
Get to the Laptop;
Play like a boss wop;

Play all night;
Play all day;
Just for fun and Games.

Answer 3

A fourth poem
By Dbzfan836

My life hurts,
From losing my perch,
Into my kitty paws,
Because I break physic laws.

I can only land on my feet,
It makes me feel unique,
Below my kitty paws,
Because I break physic laws.

I have sharp claws,
Which help clean my jaws,
Inside my kitty paws,
Because I break Physic laws.

Answer 4

A fifth poem
By Dbzfan836

My life is a struggle,
One to be heard,
Ya know why?
‘Cause why not Zoidberg?

I’m stuck on the streets,
Where nobody meets,
And Where I keep:
‘Just why not Zoidberg?’

Then there was a day,
That memes were made,
So then I say,
‘Why not Zoidberg?’

Answer 5

@Nurali @Luigi0210 @agent0smith @dan815 @AuroraB @Destinymasha

Answer 6

hey @AuroraB !

Answer 7

do you have something to share?

Answer 8

erm i did yesterday..

Answer 9

anything else?

Answer 10

A sixth poem
By Dbzfan836

I wanna play,
I wanna play,
I wanna play
Every single day

I wanna play,
I wanna play,
I wanna play
At the Hudson Bay

I wanna play,
I wanna play,
I wanna play
Till the dawn of the next day

Answer 11

@e.mccormick

Answer 12

A poem
By Dbzfan836

Every single day, I just stare;
I just stare straight into despair;
Because Darkness is in my way;
It’s in my way, every single day.

The Darkness keeps making a little hole;
A little hole in my heart and soul;
In order to complete its dark goal;
To follow the role of a dark soul.

Answer 13

@LarsEighner do you have writing to share?

Answer 14

In the more than twenty years since I parted with the galleys of the first
edition of this book, it has had its career and I have had mine. At first,
of course, we were close companions and I traveled widely with it and its
various editions. There might have been even more of that if I had allowed
Lizbeth to fly as baggage, but I would not do that. Instead she remained
with our companion, called "Clint" in the book and here, in a rent house
with a fenced yard she could excavate at will.

I was exceptionally bad at reading my work; I wrote for the page and could
not get my mouth around many of the sentences I had written. I do not
suppose I made an especially pleasant appearance. I often thought that if I
had been very good at that sort of thing, I would have undertaken to be an
actor or lecturer or perhaps merely a personality, not a writer. I had
thought that modern poetry had largely become a performance art, but as I
traveled and participated in group readings it seemed the same was true of
prose.

Several times I met with mysterious and vague skepticism. I found those who
had not met me tended to think I had written the book but the events had not
happened, while those who met me thought the events had happened but someone
else had written the book.

--- excerpt from the Afterword of the 20th anniversary edition of Travels with Lizbeth

Answer 15

If you feel you must trust him just listen to me.
He seems nice but look twice ‘cause there’s much more to see.

-Dbzfan836 2014

Answer 16

bye @LarsEighner