Ok so here's what this is.

people submit either a poem or a picture into this thread. i'm not going to restrict what kind of picture, as long as it fits within AP guidelines... i.e., no nudity. then the other members of the group do the opposite in reply to what was posted... huh?
it's simple really. say i were to post a poem, which i will, then the other members of the group can submit their visual interpretation of it. i submit a poem about a tree, and someone draws a tree, or take a picture of one. the opposite applies, i submit a picture of a tree, and other members write poems about the tree.

rules:
do not give your own interpretation, or meaning of your own submittal, when posting. allow the other members minds to muse upon it, and let their creativity flow.

when making a response, name what you are responding to, i'm going to pin this topic, so you can take as much or as little time as you want responding to anything posted in it.

if someone decides to write a story about a picture, which will be allowed, the story must be either hosted on a file sharing site, or emailed to the group email, and then a post made referencing where it is. a story is just too long a post.
have fun... this is a rule, so make sure you do it.


ok, i'll start us off with a poem:

A Tree


The tree is strong and standing tall.
This tree which has now lived through all.
It cannot break or be cut down.
It wavers none, still holds it’s crown.
It’s had it’s years of thin and thick.
And it has only lost one stick.
A squirrel has come to pick it up,
and steals it out, intent corrupt.
The tree still stands, though, holding strong.
Even when it’s stick has gone.
The squirrel returns to bring it back,
then throws it now with one small “smack.”
The tree collapses to the ground.
It’s strength is gone and weak is found.

yep, that's right a poem about a tree, like in the example.

Interesting thread, I'm just hoping some of the other members would contribute.. Here's a poem I made some years ago, about my preference in girls (laugh if you like):

The Ideal Girl by LouDaCryx

The ideal girl for me would be
Someone with a 'cute' personality
With hair that's silky smooth and nice,
Carefully maintained and free of lice!

She'd have to be smart and cool,
Never breaking any rule,
Always smiles and is never bored,
And is practically straightforward.

When it comes to height it matters not
Whether she's 5'8" or like the rest of the lot
At least 5'5" would be just about right
So long as she's within my line of sight.

Now I know it's hard to find
A girl of that particular kind.
But it doesn't hurt to hope for the best
And let fate and chance take care of the rest.

Draw if you can, I'd like to see what you guys can come up with this poem..

A poem I had to do when I was a freshman in high school for my english class before the last day about learning. I like it so here it is. Don't steal now ;]


.:Those who have wings fly to your dreams:.

I hear a voice.
Inside hope and hesitation.
Something that, only I can comprehend.

I hear music through the passing wind.
It's time to learn something new and fun.

I hear a voice.
Inside hope and emptiness.
Within my self and my soul.

I feel like to quit.
To never turn back to something,
I can't quite control just yet.

I want to learn more.
To be able to help other's as they helped me.
I can't try to depend on someone not anyone.

The flow of the wind passess over,
me while I turn to my heart.
To find the answer I was looking for.

And geuss what I've found the answer I've longed for.
It was right in front of me before my eyes.


You'll always find the answer you've been looking for,
on the path on the far side of suffering,
and that you can...

You must get there on your own. null

Ok, so i'm gonna post three pics i took.

they were taken with my old camera phone, so the quality isn't the best.









poem or story for any or all of them.

What? Only us three? Is the group consisted more of artists than literature lovers?

Don't worry loud... i have more poems, and better ones at that, quite a bit better. i just chose an easy one to draw to start with.

I think I can draw the two poems you two had posted, just need some time to get started. XD

My sister is great with poems, I'm sure if I ask she can post some up or look at the images above and write some. I'll ask & see.

I stickied this so there would be plenty of time, and opportunities to participate. no worries.

i'll post another poem now. i usually do rhythmical and rhyming poetry, but this is freestyle, and i think it actually turned out decently. hope you enjoy it.

Sitting With Time



Here I sit,
here on the floor.
I’m hunched and bending as my mind spins.
I look to the clock,
it ticks, tocks, ticks, tocks,
with no stop.

Here I sit.
The door is open and waits.
My ears are open and wait.
My head is down,
but I can see everything.
The dust as it moves and settles.
The air as it swirls and turns.
My skin is numb,
but I can feel everything.
The humidity rising and falling.
The presence of all who pass by.

Here I sit.
My awareness is high,
but I don’t feel it,
but I don’t see it,
but I don’t hear it.
Your presence,
your body,
your voice.
All are void of this place.

Here I sit waiting,
waiting for you.
I see the clock in front of my eyes.
It ticks, tocks, ticks, tocks,
and I wonder,
can it wait too?

Here I sit waiting,
and to me time is no object.
But the object is time,
and yours is running out.
Still I sit.
I’ve waited so long,
and will wait even longer.
But the clock will not sit,
and continues to move onward.

Still I sit.
So whether you come or not,
two things remain constant;
I’ll sit here patiently,
waiting for you,
watching the clock
as it ticks, tocks, ticks, tocks.
But the clock can’t wait too.

Well i have a picture i made on the computer

Hmm.. no interaction yet. When will anyone start drawing one of the poems, or make a poem out of the pictures? I'll give one of the pics a shot once I get the time. Keep contributing people, this group lives if more give..

Very soon i will be using an intuos, and then i will start drawing things that i can post online (i don't have a scanner). so i'll make other forms of art for this thread. be warned, i don't draw often, so my drawing skills aren't the best.

damoser

be warned, i don't draw often, so my drawing skills aren't the best.

It's better than nothing.

I like this thread but i am still a little confused about it.
anyways, here is one of my poem,

Faith by fama-chan

I am running down an old abandoned street,
There is no one out here that I can see,
I am so sad that I can not speak,
My heart is so hurt that it can almost bleed,
I am running so fast that I can hardly breathe,
My sorrows so deeps that I want to scream,
Why does this always happen to me,
I have become so numb that I can not feel,
The tears that are running down my cheek;

I am so tired that I want to sleep,
I stop short & fall to my knees,
I sob & wipe away my tears,
They think they know me but I fear,
They are so shallow they can’t even hear,
What I have been trying to say all these years,
It hurts so bad that I close my ears,
They don’t know me & can not get near,
I look at the sky & try to make things clear,
Take me away when I am here;

I am losing my faith,
I am getting weak,
I falling too deep,
I have no words to speak,
Nothing left to see,
No breathe left to breathe,
No tear to weep,
No faith to believe,
I have forgotten how it feels,
So set my soul free,
I want to leave,
Because I have lost faith in me…

Reach

Is not taking a forever.
A forever of life.
Of life without a goal.
A goal in life.

I want to reach for you
For you cause you are a star
A star of my life
My life and my goal

Is it to reach you
You are shinning star
Shinning star in the dark night
The dark night in my life

My goal are you
You are what I want to reach
Reach in my Life
My life to reach my goal