Here's One I Made Earlier... (Creative Arts thread)

Insect Overlord

At long last, here you have it ladies and gentlemen, the opening of the C&H creative arts thread. For song-writers, story-tellers, poets, bards, painters, sketchers and taggers to flaunt their talents; for those who enjoy works of art to review the efforts of their peers; for the insomniacs, the bored and the lonely to kill time by witnessing something new and original.

All submissions are welcome, so long as they stay within the usual rules. Feel free to quote and respond to others' posts if you have something constructive to say.
The Creative Writing Forum is there under the Arts tab for anybody who wants to get criticism from more experienced writers before sharing their pieces here.

As usual, the most important thing is to enjoy it

Insect Overlord

Farmer's Field

Clouds in the black sky bleached by
Street-lights and car head-lights.
A light drizzle falls on the pot-holed field
Covered with puddles.
Water drips off blades of grass and
The leaves of bushes
As arms push and legs kick
Through the boundary hedge.

Eight young men, three carrying bags,
Navigate their way through
The barbed wire and thorns
And holes and puddles.
Cans and bottles clink in the bags
And break the silence
As the young gang continue in their
Covert mission to the farmer’s crumbling old out-house.

The fun starts when they reach their hiding place,
After climbing the fence, jumping the dike
And skipping through piles of nettles.
Old, empty bottles smash against the far wall,
Smoke rising from newly lit cigarettes.
After three cans each they’re hyper
And laugh loudly and shout about funny stories.
And it’s all OK because they won’t get caught.


This was probably the first poem I was really, truly proud of. I wrote it almost five years ago, and it was one of the first things I ever posted on Boards too

norwegianwood

Wow, you have some talent:)
I may or may not post something I've written, depends on whether or not I can get up the courage.....

The Walsho

That's well shít mate. Doesn't even rhyme like.


I'm joking obviously, it's very good. Genuinely enjoyed it.

Arcade Panda

This is a painting I did when I was 16, it's the first painting I ever got framed(my parents presented me with it for my birthday one year and then hung it in the hall, did I mention I love my parents?!:)) I'm really proud of it, as you can see it's a take on Girl with a pearl Earing, I just changed the colours and some aspects of the girl.

jumpguy

That's a great poem File, you should post more of your stuff tbh. I've had a story knocking about in my head for a while depicting a soldier in WW1 during the unofficial Christmas Truce in 1914. It's an event that I recently discovered and has fascinated me. It was more for English than anything, but I must write it up and put it here some day soon.

brummytom

Which, Jumpguy, leads me on nicely to this.
Here's a poem I wrote in an English lesson in Year 9 (I would have been 14), it's meant to be narrated by a WWI soldier; it's not great but ah well.


Voice of The Fallen
My corpse lies in the trenches with a wilting head
My comrades just ignore me, knowing that I’m dead
I just want some acknowledgement, posthumously given
That I gave my life, for this United Kingdom

I’ll just be one more dead, with those already gone
“He died in the war” they’ll say, “He was killed by the Hun”
I saw men fall before me, clutching at their throat
Dying in a sea of Red, while the Germans gloat.

I now wonder as a spirit, not knowing what to do
I had a wife and family, but now that life is through
The war was not worth it, loss of all these lives
No sons for their mothers, no husbands for their wives

I hope future generations learn from our mistake
No more souls of soldiers, no further hearts to ache



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The only other Creative Writing thing I've done was a silly Irish song about a bigamist, I might post that if the thread turns light-hearted

Arcade Panda

Brummy that's brilliant!

phlegms

That was genuinely good Brummer. And to think, I thought filthy jokes was as far as your creative talent went :pac:

jumpguy

Brummy it's now been 3 posts since my last one so I feel like I can join in and praise your work. That is excellent!

Seren_

God yous are all so talented! I might put up some of my poems or stories sometime

syncosised

My only creative arts are the websites I design. I'm not very artistically minded, it's all gears and logic in my head!

phlegms

syncosised wrote: »

it's all gears and logic in my head!

It's all boobs and alcohol in my head

brummytom

jumpguy wrote: »

Brummy it's now been 3 posts since my last one so I feel like I can join in and praise your work. That is excellent!

Arcade Panda wrote: »

Brummy that's brilliant!

Thanks. I don't really take compliments or things like that well... but I don't want to appear ungrateful, cheers

phlegms wrote: »

That was genuinely good Brummer. And to think, I thought filthy jokes was as far as your creative talent went :pac:

This made me laugh and feel guilty at the same time :pac:

Jackobyte

Your Text Here wrote: »

God yous are all so talented! I might put up some of my poems or stories sometime

brummy, that was unreal!:D I wish I could write something like that. I don't do any creative arts anymore. In primary I was always great at art but in secondary, the art teacher is sh*te so didn't take it as an option. Regret it now because I used really enjoy it.:(

phlegms

brummytom wrote: »

This made me laugh and feel guilty at the same time :pac:

Hey, innuendos are an art form. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Jackobyte

On the title, maybe something along the lines of: "Pens, Pencils, Paints and Brushes"

syncosised

How about, "Here's One I Made Earlier"?

cHaTbOx

Only song I can find atm , need to get to my lyrics book and type some up , just putting this up as I said I would keep my posts one for one with the poet .Great stuff up at the moment

Softly Stilly Sleeping


Softly stilly sleeping
It’s past the clock of sanity,
The one I used before I met you.
Caught up in the thoughts that bombard,
Want to awaken you from your slumber,
It shouldn’t be this hard?
You couldn’t be that far under

Wake up , wake up , no don’t .
Let dreams of stars and happiness
Drag you under, with their charm and grace
And tell me all about it when you get back to this place.

Softly stilly sleeping
Right there in my arms,
Wondering what place your mind’s created,
Have you succumb to happiness’s charms
The stars told you yet that your eyes make them think of a friend,
Well they would if this was real, is it time to make your journey end?

Wake up, wake up, no don’t.
You look so peaceful there
So I’ll just dote another time,
Just a while longer anyway, I really do care


Softly stilly sleeping
I fell weary by your side
Pondering what you saw and in your bliss I hid and
I left you to the stars
Softly stilly sleeping

Softly stilly sleeping
You woke me with a kiss,
Asked what it was for,
You said that, you couldn’t resist.

Insect Overlord

I really love the ending

cHaTbOx

Insect Overlord wrote: »

I really love the ending

Thanks , I don't write many on laptop , and it's hard to get everything across without the music . Don't want to fall one behind one the first page though:p

KnifeWRENCH

Here is a haiku
For all of you to enjoy
And look! There is more

Damn this thread to hell
For showing up my complete
Lack of talent. Grrrrrrrr.

seriousfizz

A painting I finished around a year ago

Not just here to show, looking forward to this thread filling up with awesomeness

degausserxo

SHAKESPEARE HATES YOUR EMO POETRY


















loljk i think you're all awesome.

Insect Overlord

It's been a few days, I suppose I can post another one...

Rhymes of a Bored Teenage Boy

Try not to cry as the wasps catch your eye,
So close they fly menacingly by and terrify,
At heart a child still for a while, just stand
Aside and bide your time, you will be fine.
Those shouts and screams are not a dream,
Although you’re clean it is your team,
To the top has risen cream,
With the same aim to win big games,
Hard you have trained, played through the pain.
Cross the ‘T’s and try to please,
You aren’t too old to graze your knees,
Fall from trees or lose your keys.
Thinking thoughts of birds and bees,
Just try to breath, don’t drink, she’ll make you
Blink as she sinks, the saucy minx
And her sexy winks making you think
About her kinks. But not to jinx her,
Watch her mix bright green elixir
And drink it, pretty as a picture.
Glad you picked her?
Or feel depressed as you get dressed?
Forget the pests, clean up your mess,
Feather your nest and pass your tests,
Prepare yourself to be the best.
Then all fades to grey as the day goes away,
No more play, at home you stay
And wait until the holidays,
Then you can say that all’s okay,
Turn off the lights, enjoy the night,
No time to write as she delights
In the sensation of a bite.
Life’s alright, why try to fight?
The time is right if she is quite
Sure that she’s yours, shoes and t-shirt on the floor,
You both want more, but please be sure
That somebody has locked the door…

Wrote this one back in 5th Year, I think.
Edit: looking back over this one again, I can see that it still needs a hell of a lot of work...

Jesus Juice

Brummytom that stuff is brilliant seriously dude!

bythewoods

I don't have real talents like the rest of you cunts, but I do draw caricatures.
Does drawing caricatures count as talent?
I draw people.

I call this work of art here "I had a green marker and a black pen so I drew someone, but couldn't draw eyes. I was on a bus"

Aoibheann

bythewoods I want a caricature now please! That's really good!

The amount of talent in this place is ridiculous... I'm too ashamed to post anything now! :pac: But someday I will!

Arcade Panda

+2 the hair is really cool!

msbrightside

all ye guys are incredibly talented.
i was going to post something but i'd look a fool, my stuff is s***e compared to yours!
seriously though well done to all of ye

flyswatter

A track I did a while ago with a friend. The genre is 'prog trance' but I'm not sure if it even is :pac:

Bobalicious93

I've posted it in another thread, but there's a couple more songs up, so here's our myspace page.

We haven't finished lyrics yet....

..or figured out how to dub singing over the instruments....

Aoibheann

msbrightside wrote: »

all ye guys are incredibly talented.
i was going to post something but i'd look a fool, my stuff is s***e compared to yours!
seriously though well done to all of ye

Don't be silly! You couldn't be as talentless as me, and I'll post what I'm working on when I'm done. I'd love to see whatever you post anyway.

D4RK ONION

I suppose my main "talent" is photoshop. Which is quite sad. And even then I can only really do image manipulation Bah... That's really class though Bythewoods, wish I could do that kind of thing.

msbrightside

Aoibheann wrote: »

Don't be silly! You couldn't be as talentless as me, and I'll post what I'm working on when I'm done. I'd love to see whatever you post anyway.

haha honestly i'm not that good!
i might do though when i'm finished i'll have to wait and see how it turns out

Jako8

Bobalicious93 wrote: »

I've posted it in another thread, but there's a couple more songs up, so here's our myspace page.

We haven't finished lyrics yet....

..or figured out how to dub singing over the instruments....

My god! You guys are awesome.

Bobalicious93

Jako8 wrote: »

My god! You guys are awesome.

Thanks!


I'll pay you later....

bythewoods

Aoibheann wrote: »

bythewoods I want a caricature now please! That's really good!
!

It was a long bus ride. S'why I doodled. Right now I'm comfy where I am, but here's YOU. I made a conscious effort to make you look like an emo, thus making it as realistic as possible.Also, I used a scanner, so as you can see, it's a bit bollox. I'll give you my doodle next time I see you :P
(I'm not making it bigger, the flaws will be more apparent...)

Bobalicious93

bythewoods wrote: »

It was a long bus ride. S'why I doodled. Right now I'm comfy where I am, but here's YOU. I made a conscious effort to make you look like an emo, thus making it as realistic as possible.Also, I used a scanner, so as you can see, it's a bit bollox. I'll give you my doodle next time I see you :P
(I'm not making it bigger, the flaws will be more apparent...)

Uh-oh....


That's the biggest mistake you'll ever make on here....

eVeNtInE

This post has been deleted.

D4RK ONION

Oh! I did do something arty! No one's going to click play but here's a stop motion thing I did for college. There's even a rubik's cube solve in there, Jay P!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BguNu-I2P5E

bythewoods

Bobalicious93 wrote: »

Uh-oh....


That's the biggest mistake you'll ever make on here....

No it's cool. I'm not drawing anyone else :P
I've met Aoibheann, so I know what she looks like (an emo :P). Everyone else can shove it.

brummytom

D4RK ONION wrote: »

Oh! I did do something arty! No one's going to click play but here's a stop motion thing I did for college. There's even a rubik's cube solve in there, Jay P!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BguNu-I2P5E

I really, reallly liked the Rubik's cube bit

bythewoods

D4RK ONION wrote: »

Oh! I did do something arty! No one's going to click play but here's a stop motion thing I did for college. There's even a rubik's cube solve in there, Jay P!

Loving Mr. Sluggy. (He's a slug...) :P

That must have taken freakin' ages! It's class.

Aoibheann

bythewoods wrote: »

It was a long bus ride. S'why I doodled. Right now I'm comfy where I am, but here's YOU. I made a conscious effort to make you look like an emo, thus making it as realistic as possible.Also, I used a scanner, so as you can see, it's a bit bollox. I'll give you my doodle next time I see you :P
(I'm not making it bigger, the flaws will be more apparent...)

You actually made one.. So, so much love, even if you did make me emo.. I can't help the super-long side fringe y'know!


!

D4RK ONION

Thanks guys! Yeah it took a long time to do them, the rubik's cube one took forever, because while I can do it really fast usually, for that I had to take a photo ever half turn, so I was getting seriously confused and messing up the algorithms. Nightmare, I had to pull the rubik's cube apart and reset it to a certain way several times.

knockane_ali09

this is one i made a while back not too sure about the title but here goes..........

Stories

My Daddy told me stories,
As his dad did before,
stories full of wonder and awe,
of times past that are no more.

I remember his voice as he told them
The pitch, The tone,
and the way his voice painted
a picture as I listened.

My Daddy told me stories,
as his dad did before,
stories of dragons and princesses
and of places that exist only in dreams.

He spoke with clear perfection
as he told those stories to me,
each story was different from the last,
unique one might say,
but they were always just for me.

My Daddy told me stories
And I listened.

jumpguy

seriousfizz wrote: »

A painting I finished around a year ago

Not just here to show, looking forward to this thread filling up with awesomeness

I must ask, what does the white and grey area in the top right corner mean? Is it like the negative aspects of thought or something else?

seriousfizz

jumpguy wrote: »

I must ask, what does the white and grey area in the top right corner mean? Is it like the negative aspects of thought or something else?

Ahh, nice question. It's hard to answer cause it's been a while, but... the colours (or lack of) don't really stand for much at that particular point in the painting. Although I don't think there's such thing as a wrong answer here The 'lost keys' you see represent the result of the concept, which was mental decay. The painting reads from left to right, although the whole concept isn't secure, so not everything fits perfectly!

I really liked your piece back on page 2, Insect Overlord. Some of the lines reminded me of personal things, which is cool to see in someone else's work

Glad to see this thread has moved on a bit

TheCardHolder

I've written a few scripts/short stories recently.

Here's an excerpt from one, it's pretty long though:

4am,
Again.
I told myself I would go to bed at 2am latest. But then again; I tell myself a lot of things. Like I would actually do some study this week, like I would go a day without sitting brain-dead in front of the laptop on instant messenger and maybe do something productive for once. But here I am, talking about how I did nothing today to a girl I don’t even know. All I know about her is that her name’s HornyAbbey19 and she likes coffee. I like coffee too but that doesn’t exactly make us fucking soul mates. She tells me she doesn’t care that I did nothing today and she just wants me to go on webcam, I tell her to go fucking work the streets and then I disconnect. I like to say fuck a lot when I’m angry. I don’t know why I even expected a decent conversation with someone with a name like hers, it’s not like she’s GoodListenerAbbey or UpForGoodConversations19.I throw the empty vodka bottle beside me across the room and it smashes loudly against my wall, that’s when I realise I’m in a bad mood. That’s been happening a lot lately which is strange, I was always the laidback one, the one who never lost his temper but nowadays I get frustrated over the smallest things. Yesterday in the supermarket some little twelve-year old tried skipping me in the queue, so I tripped the bitch. The old me would have immediately come to my senses and rushed to help her, but the new me... Well, I just laughed and stepped over her crying on the floor and placed my items on the checkout counter much to the horror of the old woman behind it.
I throw the laptop to my side and pick up the remnants of the vodka bottle managing to cut myself on the process. I ignore the sharp pain, focusing instead of the emotional pain I’m currently feeling. I’m upset over a number of things like when did my life become so dull? I ran through my daily routine searching for a glimpse of hope and it occurs to me, the most significant thing I did today was make toast. The greatest thing I did today was putting two slices of bread into a machine... I wait for a moment to let it sink in. Then it hits me, my life is pathetic. Everything about it, I’d change everything if I could; friends, family, lifestyle. I was surprised it had taken me this long to realise it but I hated my life, I hated every insignificant detail of it. I hated the fact I grew up in a middleclass family, I hated the fact my best friend was someone I only talked to because he lived next door and I most of all I hated myself and what I’d become. I shunned human contact, preferring instead to live my days up in the cavern of my room. But who could blame me when the only other option was spending time with friends I had grown to dislike, I had grown to despise both them and the monotonous activities they indulged in which I on occasion was forced to participate in just to give the impression I was still social to my overbearing parents.
I opened up my bedroom window and hopped onto the roof. The cool breeze was refreshing after being cooked up in my room all day. Patting down my pockets I searched for a lighter, when I found one I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a crumpled box of cigarettes and swiftly lit one. Taking a seat on the windowsill, I took a large drag and then exhaled slowly, attempting to let the wisps of smoke slowly float up my nose. I took another large drag, exhaled and sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on my life. Suddenly I was crying, with my free hand I attempted to rub the tears out but only succeeded in making it worse. I stood up and began pacing up and down my roof, briefly pausing every few steps to take a drag. This wasn’t my own life I was leading, I was following a script. I was trapped, confined by the norms of society, expected to follow the same path everyone followed; school, college, job. Boy meets girl somewhere along the way gets married and they raise progeny of their own. But fuck routine, fuck expectations, fuck the script and most of all fuck this town. It was then I decided, with one last heavy drag I flung the cigarette into the garden and jumped off the roof landing with a loud thud on the ground. I walked to the edge of my driveway, paused briefly and took one last look at my house, the prison I had been in all these years and then turned back around and set off to find something better. I didn’t know where I was going but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was that a new chapter of my life was starting and for once I was the author. I reached into my pocket searching for my mp3 player, found the headphones, slotted them into my ears, stuck on a track and set off along the long road to salvation.

Disclaimer: I'm not the protagonist in this story.

TheCardHolder

knockane_ali09 wrote: »

this is one i made a while back not too sure about the title but here goes..........

Stories

My Daddy told me stories,
As his dad did before,
stories full of wonder and awe,
of times past that are no more.

I remember his voice as he told them
The pitch, The tone,
and the way his voice painted
a picture as I listened.

My Daddy told me stories,
as his dad did before,
stories of dragons and princesses
and of places that exist only in dreams.

He spoke with clear perfection
as he told those stories to me,
each story was different from the last,
unique one might say,
but they were always just for me.

My Daddy told me stories
And I listened.

I might be slightly critical here but I really liked it up until the ending. I just don't think the last two lines are of the same quality, overall great job.