[Other] literature thread!!!

Lyinginbedmon 02-17-2005 05:45 AM
Legal troubles yes, but you're right that it would certainly bring in a lot of dough Big Grin
The Fallen Phoenix 02-17-2005 06:18 PM
Originally posted by BigOZ
Has it ever occured to anyone that maybe the site should take the best fanfics, poems, writings, etc., publish them, and use them to fund the site? Sure there are a whole bunch of legal problems, but its an idea, no?

Well...you would need the approval of the writers and artists, too, as Paradigm does not have any real right to any of the works. Furthermore, fanwork...well, it is incredibly difficult to get published because you are using intellectual property (characters, locales, etc.) that do not belong to you.

It isn't really something that's practical, either; getting works published is not easy by any means.

It's a nice idea, but one that just wouldn't work.
S.O.C. 03-11-2005 09:10 AM
yeah ur right phoenix but it would certianly do the site good if we could get a little money in here but thats just a few opinions i dont know who else thinks that but it would be kewl to be a sponsor of a published author or poet
Howler_65 03-20-2005 01:51 PM
Originally posted by BigOZ
Has it ever occured to anyone that maybe the site should take the best fanfics, poems, writings, etc., publish them, and use them to fund the site? Sure there are a whole bunch of legal problems, but its an idea, no?

that would be a great idea ... u should put it in the suggestions thread. we have a bunch of great writers im sure ... or we could just think of some other fundraiser.i know i would be happy to help ( i got some contacts and could get the materials pretty cheap!


and to pheonix's reply even if they are about characters or subjects we dont have right to im sure that they still have talent enough to write their own

Generalissimo D 03-20-2005 08:19 PM
Heh. Well, we might get a collection of random stories and poems and do that. Hell, my fic, excluding the words "Megadeus" and "Big" are avoiding the copyright issues.
Sara Comatori 06-18-2006 03:32 PM
I've got a good one:

The Sea

You wash back in forth
You beat aginst the rocks
Many have lost there lives to your waves
but you carry many t safety
You are the Sea
The home of the Leviathan
You craddle him with your currents
and wait until the day he will once again
call forth to the Heavens and awake his
brother, Behemoth.
Chitter-Box-Kat 06-18-2006 04:45 PM
That's kinda deep...

I have three poems I'd like to share and I'll start with one wrote during class at school:


There's a little corner
In the back of my mind
Where I like to stop thinking
And let m soul unwind
My spirit likes to take a chance
And dance the moves my body won't dance
My subconcius becomes my concious side
The inner me I like to hide

I belive in magic
And things invisible to see
Once upon a time
I saw an angel in a deam
The angels tongue
Became my own
A devil's hand shook mine
Pictures sing a melody
Like the ringing of a chime

When all is said and done
i open up my eyes
And I couls swear
By all my blood, bone, and hair
A fairy had flown by

Not too bad compared to some other things I've written...

I love reading and writting. It's practically an addiction for me. Big Grin
Lyinginbedmon 06-18-2006 06:50 PM
I'd just like to say that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is a true poetic genius:

A Psalm of Life, Stanza 1
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers
And things are not what they seem
Sara Comatori 06-20-2006 03:00 AM
Chitter, that was the best. You go deep. I like people who right with heart or type. either way...

I've got another one...

In titled:
The Body and Soul.

What are we truly inside?
Do we really have blood?
Or is it an image of are mind?
I say...
He are alllhollow shells inside...
Are bodies are but homes for are souls...
So when the body dies...
That means the soul is ready to travel
without the burden of a body...
The soul becomes free...
The soul can now travel.
And with are soul
goes the intellagents we gathered over are limited life
So with the body gone,
The soul is free.
Chitter-Box-Kat 06-20-2006 05:53 AM
Ally my dear, that is a philosiphy many take on the human body. It kinda reminds me of this dream sequence I've been thinking up... This next poem is a remake of something I wrote in the 6th grade. (My teachers took it to copy it and I haven't seen it since.) It's shorter than the original, but still pretty cool.

Forever I Shall Run

My journy has only begun
Forever I shall run
In good or horrid weather
I'll be running forever
In dead of night and burning sun
Forever I shall run

Over land and sea
No one will stop me
Over earth and sky
This is how it will be 'till I die
My journy had only begun
Forever I shall run

Like the wind, I'm here and there
Look for a glimpse of my silver-blue hair
Listen to my moving feet
Touching the ground with an ancient beat
My purpose will never be over or done
Forever I shall run

This one makes me feel all warm inside. I wanna master in English in college so I can teach creative writting classes. Big Grin
Sara Comatori 06-25-2006 11:02 PM
That was so bueatiful Chitter...I knida cried...

I got a whole buch I wanna share with yuo guys...

These are more of stories than poems but there still good.
Duke's feelings

I live in a world of riches and fame but my world died when she went away..... My lovely Tima My Daughter that was mine you left me alone now when I look at those Photos of you I cry. My heart is gone my soul is dark without you my mind is lost. I'm loseing hope and loseing Strangth I'm growing weaker with all this pain. Please if your there come and take me away but my heart is black so I'm not going to stay. You still love me your so I think I still love you and thats the way I think. But my life is cold and my Heart is dead....Please take me away to that place of light and warmth so I may hold you once again.

The Evil

I walk threw the Valley and see the Evil but I do not Fear it. My heart is cold and Warmth can not see it my mind is gone so I can not think with it. So be with me and you will see that I am nothing...Cold and dark sad and lonely I see the World in one and the Cold in the other my mind is gone and nothing else the evil has taken it and I have gone with it...I see no evil...I speak no evil...I hear no evil...But I am the...Evil

The Schwarzwald Speakes

Playing, dancing, joyfully, never knowing about what is to come. Wondering is the only way to try.
Soothsayers try but are not always right. Listen and learn for neither god nor man can see what I see.
Past and present have never seen the future but I have I’ve seen the death that covers it I’ve seen the evil that consumes It. No love, no cheer, no fun, just darkness. Some say the truth did it but the averted eyes created this darkness not truth. Truth tells us about past about present not future. The actions of the averted created the future not truth. Truth will change it into the future that is right.With my eyes I have seen death, birth and sin but none of those things are in my life. I am a cold dead living thing that has no future and no present but a large unknown past. That is way I seek the truth. The spirit and past of Big Duo guides my heart and life. My soul is inside the cold steel of Big Duo.


Out from the Darkness the Evil comes. To see the Shadow and Fight it threw but in the Light Evil can fight but Shadow will die in the shine of Light. So if the Darkness comes and see's them fight the Shadow will scare and the Evil will laugh. There Is a worst thing than Shadow. Darkness and Evil that is Death. Death is feared by even the Greatest Evil. Now one can know what comes after death so all fear it. But Death is a Omen that most don't follow but in is one that so do. If you follow the path of Death you will become it and never find what you are. So Death is the worst Fear of all.
And heres a poem

Fight of Love

Darkness in one heart the other filled with greed.
They Battle each other in an endless sea.
One is of Heaven, the other of Hell,
Darkness consumed the one of light.
The Demon consumes the one in need,
They don’t want to fight for there love.
But they cannot stop.
They wish for peace, they wish for grace,
But in the end they are consumed in anger, greed and hate…

They wish to love but will always fight in an endless sea…

There hearts are black there souls empty…
But yet they fight, they fight for an endless need…

So let the darkness consume thee…

So let the light consume thee…

Let there never be Twilight…

I hope you like them...
Lyinginbedmon 06-26-2006 07:03 AM
Ally, just how much money do you make again? Shocked
Sara Comatori 06-26-2006 05:19 PM
Originally posted by Lyinginbedmon
Ally, just how much money do you make again? Shocked

What? I'm 15...My art is my life...not my writing...I'm just good at writing thats all...

I want to become A Manga Artist
Lyinginbedmon 06-26-2006 07:05 PM
Originally posted by Ally Rosewater
I want to become A Manga Artist

There is a God
-dess Megadeus
Chitter-Box-Kat 07-01-2006 12:27 AM
Ally...Ally my dear...HOLY SH*T. Shocked Lyingbedmon is right. There is a God. Shocked

I'm gonna post a poem I put on another thread. It's called "Eyes" and it's inspired by the song "O Sailor" by Fiona Apple. I even made a picture to go with it.


She saw it all go.
By the boards.
With the eyes he gave her to see it all.
Long has she asked the sailor why.
She's tired with the memory that won't let her sleep.
She wraps a cord around her neck.
Taking each end, she pulls.
Tighter and tighter.
Her breath goes short.
She begins to bleed as the cord cuts her skin.
More blood.
Everything goes fuzzy.
She falls to the floor.
Her reflection in the celing looks at her.
The makeup.
The dress.
The cord and blood.
Then it's black.
Goodbye Sailor.

This next one is a companion piece for a picture I drew that was inspired by "Passion" by Utada Hikaru.

Wind Walker

She moves like a shadow
Soft and silent
Her hair is a rainbow of gold
And brown
And red
Her skin has all the colors
The wind ever carried
Her eyes are all the colors of the sky

She is a Wind Walker
A goddess of an ancient kind
Her wings, spread wide
Carry her on the wind
She does not fight the wind
Just goes where it takes her
All her trust is in the wind
For the wind is old and wise

How she walks and flies
Among the clouds
See how she leaves a trail
The clouds look like feathers
Some who have Ture Sight
Can see the Wind Walker
They say she's an angel
Who dances in the heavens

Her home is atop the world
Where no man can reach
She is free
Because she has a home to return to
To know that wherever your footsteps lead you
Whatever path becomes yours
True freedom is to do all you wish
And have a home to calll your own

So says "The Legend of the Wind Walker"

Well, that's all for today. Next time I'll show a poem by writter Jone Donne called "Song". Wink
Sara Comatori 07-01-2006 01:51 AM
This one is for Father Anderson...May he rest in peace. *Tries not to cry*

I found out that Anderson dies in the Hellsing Manga and...*Sniff*
I wrote this poem from my heart...

To Anderson, I love Thee

You were a Paladin
A knight of God
You battled Evil all night long
You loathed Alucard
But you could not hate Seras
With Wolfe And Yumiko
Behind you
You marched on into the night
Battle Evil with your might
Maxwell turned on you
But you still fought

On and on you fought
Fighting Alucard all night long
With your last breath you fought
You fought and fought...


(I'm so sorry guys...but my eyes are watering...it's hard to see the screen.)


Your cross and blades shined even when there was no light
You fought and Fought with all your might.
With the children smiling...you fought with all your might
As you lay on the ground fading into the wind
Alucard hanged over crying above your head
You told him that he should not cry
As he could faintly hear his lullaby
Looking up into the sky
The sun started to rise…

Fair the well Anderson and may your soul sore high…

I will always remember you…Alexander…always…

Gah...why can't I cry!?
Chitter-Box-Kat 07-01-2006 03:01 AM
Frown Oh, poor Ally! (gives her a hug) It's okay! It's okay! Shhhhhhh. (pats her on the head) Look at it this way: He put up a helluva fight before falling to death. In Norse mythology, that was the only real way for a warrior to die in order to get into Valhala. The warriors paradise. (gives Ally an Anderson plushie that says random Andeson phrases when you squeeze it) I'm gonna find you cookies!
It's kinda hard to imagine Alucard of all people crying. Does he cry tears of water or blood?

I must lighten this mood...Okay here's "Song" by John Donne.

Song by JohnDonne

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot.
Teach me to hear the mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee.
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

It thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgramage were sweet.
Yet do not; for I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet.
Though she were true when you met her
And last till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two or three.

It was used by Diana Wynne jones as a curse in the book Howl's Moving Castle. And it's used quite well.
Sara Comatori 07-01-2006 03:09 AM
Thank you...*sniff* *Hugs plushy* Thank you Big Sis CBK


Walter...I'm going to kill Dark Walter...He defiled Anderson's ashes and calls him nothing...I liked Walter but after that...Alucard can't let him live.

I must draw a tribute!

*Grabs paper and pen*