MovieGal
05-09-15, 12:10 PM
Hey Everyone,
Some of you know that I am a poet and a writer. Many have complimented me on my works but why should I share with only a few? So, with some encouragement from others, I decided to post some of my writings here. I will post a few every once in a while so please check back regularly for new posts. Please feel free to post constructive criticism.
If you enjoy my writings, please click on the link below to my blog. Along with my writings, there is poetry by other poets I enjoy and quotes from philosophers as well.
http://lapoetisaoscura.weebly.com/
I already have one story I wrote on the forum based of "The Pale Man" from del Toro's Pan's Labyrinth.
http://www.movieforums.com/community/showthread.php?t=37072
So here are two of my writings, a poem and a short story. Both of the stories were written about a friend of mine. The poem was when we were struggling with our relationship and with the story, he asked to be a character in one. I sent it to him in two pieces, he complimented me on the beginning the first day. When I sent him the second half, he stated that the story really moved him to emotions.
http://i59.tinypic.com/2mcyrh3.jpg
The Door
As I look out into the rain
Sadness engulfs my heart
thoughts of you from
long ago fill my mind.
Those thoughts are full of happiness
They are full of joy and laughter
but they have been replaced by
darkness, sadness and sorrow.
You have walked out that door
as you have walked out my life
leaving me here lonely
with no one to call "friend".
http://i57.tinypic.com/10efq5l.jpg
Daughter of the Moon
In a small village, far from the big cities of the Earth, there lived a young man. This young man was very lonely and longed for the world to give him more. He stayed up late at night and slept during the day, when the Sun was bright and shining. He dreamed of just one thing that would make him complete. Each night as he sat looking out his window, he dreamed of what his life could have been and what it should have been. One late evening, he decided to take a walk and sit upon a hill looking over the city. He would stare up into the night sky. The Moon was full and he sat there very lonely. He loved the feel of the night breeze on his face and the feel of the grass between his fingers. He enjoyed the music of the crickets chirping and the early birds singing before the rise of the dawn. These nightly walks became a habit, for who would not enjoy the scenery before him and the wonderful sounds around him. One late night, during his walk, when he came to the top of the hill, a young lady was sitting there. She sat right next to the spot he sat every night. He took his seat and said "Hello" to her. She said "Hello" back and smiled. They both sat there in silence. Just listening to the noise around them. There was no reason to talk for the night produced the only sounds that needed to be heard. Before the sun rise in the East, the young man got up and walked home. Same routine as every night. The following night, the young lady was sitting in the same spot and said the same "Hello" and the young man took his seat on the grassy hillside. The young man decided to ask her name and she said "Amaris". The young man thought that was such a beautiful name but she never asked for his name in return. When the dawn came, the young man rose and left for home but this time while he was sleeping he dreamed of her. She was a beautiful lady and had long dark hair, the fairest skin and the deepest brown eyes. Her nose was cute like a button and her fingers were long as he watched her many of nights play with a strand of grass. After sitting quietly with Amaris, on the top of the hill for a few weeks, the young man decided to ask her where she lived. He had never seen her in the village below and Amaris pointed up into the sky, at the Moon and stated "There is my home. I live among the stars. I gaze each night upon the Milky Way and like you, I am lonely too." The young man just smiled and sat quietly until his time to go back home to slumber. The following night, as he walked to the hillside, he noticed she was not there. He wondered what happened to her but as he looked up into the night sky at the Moon he remembered. She was at home. Was she looking down on him from her lonely perch? Would she ever appear to him again? He was happy with Amaris around, the quietness of her near him gave him peace to his inner soul. For six nights, Amaris did not appear on the hill as he continued to follow his routine. Finally on the 8th night, since she had been gone, when he started up the hill, he noticed her profile sitting in the same spot as always. They did not speak, they were just content being near each other. When dawn finally came, this time, Amaris stood up and put her hand out to him and said "Marcos, its time for you to come home. You will no longer be lonely as we will be together in my home". Marcos took her hand and they walked down the hill and within a split moment, they had disappeared within midair. No one asked and no one cared. He was finally where he needed to be with a person who was just as he was.
Some of you know that I am a poet and a writer. Many have complimented me on my works but why should I share with only a few? So, with some encouragement from others, I decided to post some of my writings here. I will post a few every once in a while so please check back regularly for new posts. Please feel free to post constructive criticism.
If you enjoy my writings, please click on the link below to my blog. Along with my writings, there is poetry by other poets I enjoy and quotes from philosophers as well.
http://lapoetisaoscura.weebly.com/
I already have one story I wrote on the forum based of "The Pale Man" from del Toro's Pan's Labyrinth.
http://www.movieforums.com/community/showthread.php?t=37072
So here are two of my writings, a poem and a short story. Both of the stories were written about a friend of mine. The poem was when we were struggling with our relationship and with the story, he asked to be a character in one. I sent it to him in two pieces, he complimented me on the beginning the first day. When I sent him the second half, he stated that the story really moved him to emotions.
http://i59.tinypic.com/2mcyrh3.jpg
The Door
As I look out into the rain
Sadness engulfs my heart
thoughts of you from
long ago fill my mind.
Those thoughts are full of happiness
They are full of joy and laughter
but they have been replaced by
darkness, sadness and sorrow.
You have walked out that door
as you have walked out my life
leaving me here lonely
with no one to call "friend".
http://i57.tinypic.com/10efq5l.jpg
Daughter of the Moon
In a small village, far from the big cities of the Earth, there lived a young man. This young man was very lonely and longed for the world to give him more. He stayed up late at night and slept during the day, when the Sun was bright and shining. He dreamed of just one thing that would make him complete. Each night as he sat looking out his window, he dreamed of what his life could have been and what it should have been. One late evening, he decided to take a walk and sit upon a hill looking over the city. He would stare up into the night sky. The Moon was full and he sat there very lonely. He loved the feel of the night breeze on his face and the feel of the grass between his fingers. He enjoyed the music of the crickets chirping and the early birds singing before the rise of the dawn. These nightly walks became a habit, for who would not enjoy the scenery before him and the wonderful sounds around him. One late night, during his walk, when he came to the top of the hill, a young lady was sitting there. She sat right next to the spot he sat every night. He took his seat and said "Hello" to her. She said "Hello" back and smiled. They both sat there in silence. Just listening to the noise around them. There was no reason to talk for the night produced the only sounds that needed to be heard. Before the sun rise in the East, the young man got up and walked home. Same routine as every night. The following night, the young lady was sitting in the same spot and said the same "Hello" and the young man took his seat on the grassy hillside. The young man decided to ask her name and she said "Amaris". The young man thought that was such a beautiful name but she never asked for his name in return. When the dawn came, the young man rose and left for home but this time while he was sleeping he dreamed of her. She was a beautiful lady and had long dark hair, the fairest skin and the deepest brown eyes. Her nose was cute like a button and her fingers were long as he watched her many of nights play with a strand of grass. After sitting quietly with Amaris, on the top of the hill for a few weeks, the young man decided to ask her where she lived. He had never seen her in the village below and Amaris pointed up into the sky, at the Moon and stated "There is my home. I live among the stars. I gaze each night upon the Milky Way and like you, I am lonely too." The young man just smiled and sat quietly until his time to go back home to slumber. The following night, as he walked to the hillside, he noticed she was not there. He wondered what happened to her but as he looked up into the night sky at the Moon he remembered. She was at home. Was she looking down on him from her lonely perch? Would she ever appear to him again? He was happy with Amaris around, the quietness of her near him gave him peace to his inner soul. For six nights, Amaris did not appear on the hill as he continued to follow his routine. Finally on the 8th night, since she had been gone, when he started up the hill, he noticed her profile sitting in the same spot as always. They did not speak, they were just content being near each other. When dawn finally came, this time, Amaris stood up and put her hand out to him and said "Marcos, its time for you to come home. You will no longer be lonely as we will be together in my home". Marcos took her hand and they walked down the hill and within a split moment, they had disappeared within midair. No one asked and no one cared. He was finally where he needed to be with a person who was just as he was.