Question

Writing Dump (prose, poetry, quotes, you name it)

Answer 1

"Lily, pick up your crayon,"
The mother says to the child
"C'mon now, let's color,"
"But I don't want to!" She shouts at her mother
"Young lady don't have that kind of air"
She disregards and picks up her picks up her book

She wobbles away with her book
Acting like a grumpy child
Her mother angry, losing patience and turning a red color
"Lily, Why must you be upsetting?" Asked the mother
"Outisde! Outside!" The little girl chants, and the mother thinks, "Oh you want some fresh air?
As she walks out with her, she picks up a crayon

When they get out, the sky is a blueish color
As Lily plays, Emily, the mother, picks up a book
"Oh mother, Oh mother!"
Lily giggles, "Can you get me a crayon?"
"You'd best be glad I have patience with you child,"
She huffs in some air

As she walks inside she can feel the cool air
She grabs the blue one, Lily's favorite color
She then walks out and hands it to her child
The young mother, now tired picks up her book
"Thank you mommy for the crayon,"
The little girl smiles at her mother

She smiles back and realizes, I love being a mother
Lily's breathes in some air
And it seems like a sigh, and in her hands she holds a broken crayon
"Mommy, can you fix it? I was just trying to color.."
The mother sits down her book
"I don't think I can, I can get you a new one though, child"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Chants the little child
She walks in and grabs another and walks back out, thinking she is a patient mother
Once again, she gives the crayon and picks up her book
The little girl breathes in some air
And it sounds like a sigh, once again "Mommy! I was just trying to color.."
"Oh Lord here we go again," she says and she gets another crayon

Answer 2

"Darling, now tell me one thing, why must you hate me?" Alexander asks me, running his hands through his long black hair with an arrogant smirk.

"Oh really?! I hate you? You just practically yelled at me, for not dusting off my shoes before I got in your car!" I shout as he now rests his hands on the wheel, and he stares at me like I am crazy.

"Why are you looking at me like I am crazy? I'm not crazy," I will my big blue eyes at him, rather angered at his expression .

"Well, I just want my car to stay clean, so be quiet short stuff," he looks ahead as he speaks to me, keeping his brown eyes on the road.

"Don't tell me to be quiet, tall stuff," I mock, making my voice deeper, with a bit of a playful smile tugging its way into my lips.

"You're going to get it in a minute. I suggest stopping while you are ahead Miss," He says in all seriousness, keeping his eyes on the road, seeming like he is ignoring me, which gets on my nerves.

"Oh what will you do about it?" I roll my eyes at him, crossing my arms, looking a bit sad and irritated. He takes notice to my irritated tone, and looks at me, a bit concerned.

"Are you alright?" He asks me softly as we get off of the highway, and he curses under his breath. "God, don't they teach you people how to drive?" He asks, and I am tempted to say something sarcastic, but I figure he'd just say something about it being a rhetorical question.

"I'm okay I guess, just upset that you are unphased by my annoyingness," I smile softly, gazing out of the window at every little detail of the road. The color of the cars everywhere, the colors of the trees, and how the shadows of cars look entertaining.

Answer 3

"Can't you shut up!" I shout at Archer out of anger, storming away from him, rolling my eyes. I don't know why I'm so angry at him today, everyone is just ticking me off. He's ranting about how he is so mad because I always am defensive, but I have a right to be defensive.

"Why should I shut up?" Archer asks calmly, keeping his cool which fuels my frustration and I bubble with anger.

"Because! You're always in my business, like, are you okay? How are you feeling? How are you? Are you okay?" I shout, boiling over and straight up freaking out on him. "Would you like to know how I am?" I shout, shoving him a bit, and it doesn't break him.

"Back off Short Stuff, you'll just get hurt," He smiles softly, towering over me as he sits against the wall. Tears of embarrassment well up in my eyes, mixed with frustration and how bad my hand hurts from where I hit him.

Answer 4

A candy cane is what I need
Stripes of red and white, spiraling down
A perfect treat for Christmas time
Eat it by the fire and listen to the sound

Add it to it cocoa, that's fine by me
Put it on ice cream, I can't stop you
Put it in coffee, tea, or any drinks
Even if you're sad give one a chew

Cherry, Fruit Punch, flavors galore
Green apple, blueberry, and Skittles too
All of the flavors in the world
So flavors for everyone, no way you can be blue

Answer 5

At the station I quietly wait,
I see the crowded track and mutter, "Oh this ride shall be great."
My feet began to walk as the train pulls up,
I get on and the train speeds up.
I almost fall and it goes swift,
My hand reaches for the pole as my mind is a drift.

Voices chattering as I slip away,
Then I am rudely brought back to the day.
The train slams to a stop,
And a seat opens up, and that is where I plop.
I get a window seat and I am glad,
The person beside me was a man in plaid.

I continue to look out the window at the falling leaves,
And all of the people in long sleeves.
People chatter, people sleep,
But not one minute goes without a peep.
People snore, babies babble,
And we pass the tattoo parlor that looks like a castle.

I get off the next stop,
Passing a local cop.
The flowers line the trail,
As I try to walk, but I fail.
I trip right on my face,
And that's not the worse of the case.

Answer 6

Eyes are like oceans
You can drown in them for hours
Memorizing the colors and speckled
Or how the specks look like petals on flowers

Eye are like oceans
You can get lost in them like you can at sea
Instead of dying you fall in love
But falling in love may cost a fee

This fee isn't so simple
Not like 25 cents for an overdue book
It can cost heartbreak, jealously, or sadness
It's so irresistible and it catches you with its hook

Answer 7

"I feel like puking up glitter..." Emmy whines, as she is surrounded by Skittles wrappers, doubling over about to throw up.

"Now hon, why did you eat all of those?" Dani asks her gently, picking up her chin. Emmy blushes at this action, burying her head in her pink blanket as a sign of her shyness. "You know they will make you sick dolly, why do you eat so many?"

"Becauseeeeeeee! They're super good and yummy and I just want to keep eating them and eating them until," She trails off softly her bright blonde hair in pony tails, swishing each time she speaks or nods her head.

"Why must you be so childish?" Dani asks the smaller girl, towering over her at 5'11, her being 4'0 exact. Dani finds it secretly kinda cute, but she'll never admit it because it kinda creeps her out that she thinks it's cute.

"I can be childish if I want. You won't stop me," Emmy responds sassily as she restarts the movie she was watching before and she lays back into the like of pillows.

Answer 8

Oh look at you little miss perfect
High heels, blonde hair
Blue eyes, clear skin
Every guy will give you a stare

You look down at me
I don't see why
You're no more than me
Except when insulted I cry

You know what?
I'm more than you will ever be
You'll be walking the streets your whole life
Where everyone can see

Answer 9

It's the color of the sky on a clear day
Deeper than a town well
Crashing and rushing, the sounds of the deep

Answer 10

Memory Lane (A Poetry Series):
Walking down the lane
It looks rather lonely to me
Millions of doors on each side
And childish laughter and glee

No one is around, no one is in sight
I draw close to a door
Not knowing what to expect, I brace myself
I try to open the door but it is a chore

I bust it down, looking inside
And I see third grade me
Trying for student council, I instantly remember
I look at the scene at the big tree

I held up a poster, trying to speak
And everyone won't listen and cut me off
They laugh, they stare
And I walk away with a sniffle, trying to cover it with a cough

Answer 11

The bright yellow sun shining so brightly
The dark green grass swaying
The bright ice blue butterfly fluttering
Flowers dancing in the wind
This is summer

Answer 12

Why must I get so jealous?
Why must jealously compel us?
I hate when people talk to them,
I feel like they're my only little gem.
They made me feel special,
That's why I'm always extra careful.
I try their feelings like glass, and I'd do whatever they say,
Now, am I doing this the right way?

Why am I like this?
I snap at the littlest of things, like "Hey there miss,"
And there goes my bliss.
Is it something wrong with me?
Is there something I can't see?

Answer 13

Are these all of your poems?

Answer 14

@Shadow Not all of them, some are so horrible or could be triggering I don't want to post them.

Answer 15

Haha, I know the feeling. I have a couple that I just started but never finished.

Answer 16

What do you find to be your inspiration to write?

Answer 17

@Shadow I have always loved to write ever since I was little. My favorite memory from when I was little was when I got to read a story to the school in second grade. I've loved to write ever since

Answer 18

To make more sense, I should say read a story I wrote.

Answer 19

That's cool. Back in elementary school we'd often write about significant events for assignments, then share them with the class. I always enjoyed those. I never actually started writing poems though until I had a last minute project for a creative writing class in middle school. That's when I realized the joy of forming language in it's various shapes...with infinite possibilities.

Answer 20

Yeah, I started doing it in about fourth grade and I always talked about how I hated it and hated it, and then sixth grade comes and I'm writing couplets and haikus on napkins at lunch

Answer 21

What did you find to be the factor that brought your pen to the paper?

Answer 22

I was bored most of the time and I have always liked to be more creative. Sorry, I'm a bit bad at conversations at times.

Answer 23

Ah, that's okay. Was just curious. For me, I think of them as a way of preserving memories. If I could draw, I would probably do it that way, since as they say - a picture is a thousand words. But instead of shading and contours, it is figurative language and a wealth of diction.

Answer 24

Yes, that is rather true. I had to pull out my dictionary on that one though.

Answer 25

Haha, which one?

Answer 26

Diction

Answer 27

Yeah, it's a fun word I learned a couple years ago. Useful when it comes to us writers.

Answer 28

This conversation is very exciting

Answer 29

In general though, the definition provokes insight into how people choose to express themselves. Word choice has connotations and are usually evoked with meanings in mind.

Answer 30

Oooooooh. Thank ya Mr. Shadow. You should be a teacher

Answer 31

You would make a good tecaher

Answer 32

Thank you :) I have thought about it before and many people have suggested the field to me. Perhaps, but I want to explore some other fields first. It's definitely something I know I'd enjoy though. Just don't know what I would teach, lol.

Answer 33

how about this one

Almost Heaven, West Virgina
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains blowin' like a breeze

Country Roads, Take me Home to the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Momma, take me home, country roads.

Answer 34

You could teach English. You seem rather good at it in my opinion.

Answer 35

I enjoy every subject I come across, except maybe perhaps foreign language (ironically).

Answer 36

And Jake, that is a song by John Denver

Answer 37

Yes Shadow, I like everything but math. Foreign language isn't too bad.

Answer 38

I actually know someone who is getting a degree in English. I've brought up the topic of majoring it before, but perhaps after I finish high school I can talk with her in-depth about it :P

Answer 39

Wait, have you actually seen any of my writing pieces before? lol

Answer 40

I didn't think anyone here knew john denver

Answer 41

SHOW @Shadow

Answer 42

Oh wow. I thought you were in college already, what do you plan on majoring in? If you don't mind me asking. And no I do not believe I have seen any of your writing pieces

Answer 43

Yes, I am in college hehe. I do plan on majoring in writing.

Answer 44

I'm a senior, so graduating this year. As for a major, I've consider Psychology, Business, some field of engineering (probably Electrical), English, Journalism, or Political Science.

Answer 45

As you can see, a bit too many interest.

Answer 46

Journalism always interested me, and so does Psychology. My stepdad majored in engineering and got a job in racing, but it just comes not interest me. It doesn't keep my attention for long enough, sometimes I get lost at light switch.

Answer 47

Does not interest me* My autocorrect is drunk I'm pretty sure.

Answer 48

Lol, I just built a 'house' with series and parallel circuits, using light switches and Christmas lights. It's actually quite fun, especially the stripping and enjoining of wires. Would have been a lot easier with a working soldering gun instead of electrical tape everywhere, but I digress.

Answer 49

tl;dr it's kind of fun :P

Answer 50

Oh Lawd. How much time do you have shadow?

Answer 51

Lol what do you mean

Answer 52

I was saying it in a joking way like, how much time do you have on your hands?

Answer 53

At the moment or in general?

Answer 54

Or literal. Viewing your question in three different dimensions, lol.

Answer 55

Oh Lawd. You confuse me at times

Answer 56

I'm on another level of confusion......

Answer 57

At the moment - Do you have time to talk a lot tonight?
In general - Are you always busy?
Literal - How taxed are your hands? (cause project)

:P

Answer 58

I was saying it in a ain't no body for time for that way

Answer 59

lol

Answer 60

An** Lord forgive me

Answer 61

Well, let me pull up of some of my writing. Won't post it here though. Will respect the realm of thy writing.

Answer 62

Alrighty Shadow. I'll read it, if you are going to make a question, tag me in it if you don't mind

Answer 63

One Of The Worse Ones I have written:
"It's all in your head, just calm down,"
It's not that easy, you don't get it
"Can you stop pacing?"
I'm sorry I'm so nervous, I just hate to sit

"You should sleep more, you have dark circles."
At night is when the thoughts start to brew
I wonder, Is God real? Is my faith correct? Will I go to hell just to do what I love?
I try to not think about that, it makes me rather blue

"Why won't you eat?"
I'm not feeling well, I feel fat and gross
"Why won't you stop eating?"
It's the stress, you put me in it the most

I hear a knock on the door and I freak out
I'm scared it will be him with that horrible smile
The worse thing is, he's not scared of a piece of paper
His face this same as mine, yet more vile

I hate being home alone
The noises, knocking sounds get in my head
They make me think people are with me
And that is when I wish other people were with me instead

And just the closet
That closet is what I fear the most, I know I sound like a child
It just scares me what figment of my imagination could be lurking inside
The fear of it, is not mild

Answer 64

Memory Lane:
Walking down the lane
It looks rather lonely to me
Millions of doors on each side
And childish laughter and glee

No one is around, no one is in sight
I draw close to a door
Not knowing what to expect, I brace myself
I try to open the door but it is a chore

I bust it down, looking inside
And I see third grade me
Trying for student council, I instantly remember
I look at the scene at the big tree

I held up a poster, trying to speak
And everyone won't listen and cut me off
They laugh, they stare
And I walk away with a sniffle, trying to cover it with a cough

I step out of that memory door, suddenly saddened
Then I back up, and trip down into a void of a new one
I yell and shout with fright, falling backwards crawling everything
Keeping my sarcasm in the dire situation I shout, "Oh God won't this be fun!"

I call on my face and I see my childhood home
I look at the brown couch, the handmade table, and I suddenly meet eyes with an angry father
He's screaming at my mum, telling and shouting
She tried to back up, but his hand caught her

I look for younger me, finding her nowhere
I run to the balcony, and I hear sniffles
My eyes dart around it and I see little Evangeline laying under the table
She looks at me and her nose shrivels

"W-Who are you?" She stammers out
I look around, not knowing what to say
"I'm um uhm," I fall over my words
"Just spit it out already!" She shouts wanting to go on with her day

"Can I tell you something?" I ask her softly, moving closer
She jumps up, curiously jumping towards me
"When you get in fifth grade, don't run your mouth. If you do, you'll get a few bruises," I smile softly
"Uh how do you know?" She says, the sun shining to bright, she not able to see

"Just listen to me," I smile as I feel my self awaken
I wake up in a shock, thinking it was all a dream
But then I see, I'm covered in chalk, grass and mud
Is this situation not what it seems?