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Post by darkness0within on Aug 21, 2018 6:50:43 GMT -6
Well anirbas. This is my very English take on a Rap.
I gonna make it clear I live high on your fear Don't care who you are How near or how far.
Give it up, Give it up,
To my immortal soul.
You think I'm mistaking, But I must make this undertaking, Don't give me your crap, It's your blood I will sap.
Give it up, Give it up,
To my immortal soul.
You can run but not hide, I can see what's inside, You act all demure, But you ain't no lady that's pure.
Give it up, Give it up,
To my immortal soul.
So now that it's dusk, I'll suck you to a husk, But before it is done, Perhaps we'll have a bit of fun.
Give it up, Give it up, To my immortal soul.
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Post by anirbas on Aug 22, 2018 12:00:01 GMT -6
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!!!*
Now, that's what I call "kicking the box over in your head"!!!
That is awesomeness!!!
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Post by darkness0within on Aug 22, 2018 14:05:25 GMT -6
That's a very kind thing to say anirbas... Thank you.  I was on here yesterday and re reading your Rap pieces and I thought I'd try writing one myself. (with some trepidation) So I composed this in the quick reply box. Thought it better to play to my strengths. Street slang is really not mine and I thought if I tried too hard with that it would feel false, so I just tried to give it a good flow and rhyme. You could say I was bemused by your own work.  |
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Post by anirbas on Aug 25, 2018 18:20:07 GMT -6
That's a very kind thing to say anirbas... Thank you. I was on here yesterday and re reading your Rap pieces and I thought I'd try writing one myself. (with some trepidation) So I composed this in the quick reply box. Thought it better to play to my strengths. Street slang is really not mine and I thought if I tried too hard with that it would feel false, so I just tried to give it a good flow and rhyme. You could say I was bemused by your own work. Good to know. Happy to have bemused you. Thrilled you experimented with a genre you're not familiar with. And isn't off the cuff writing such fun? I love it, when the pieces just pop up like that and come busting straight out of the gate of the mind. Practically without a need to edit. |
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Post by darkness0within on Aug 28, 2018 6:52:29 GMT -6
Had to do one edit in this, just one word mind.
I use music quite a bit for inspiration, or at least for getting a mood to a write at least.
Not often do I purposely sit down to write. Usually I'm listening to something and ideas pop up.
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Post by anirbas on Aug 28, 2018 18:03:42 GMT -6
I use music to open the gates, too, at times. I've also been known to be inspired by something I'm watching.
Either witnessing it in the "real world" or watching a program or movie.
I've always had the ability to sit down and set a scene in my head and write what I see; or look through another's eyes and imagine I am that voice, or that perspective, if you will and write what comes out. And sometimes, I imagine I'm an inanimate object, or a force of nature, or someone else, even-I "channel" the subject and write what comes out. Something they sort of taught us to do in Literature and Poetry in school in the Sixties, Seventies and Eighties. The teachers didn't call that "channeling". That's my adjective. Haha. They called it a writing exercise. It's always stuck with me, though.
And though I don't have a competitive bone in my body, hate sports!!! Ugh. Gross. All that pain for what? A point or two on the scoreboard? Better things to do with my time. But, before I post any piece, I always ask myself, if a teacher or professor were about to read this and grade me on it accordingly, would I still post this? And if the answer is no, I don't post it here, or anywhere. Even when writing off the cuff. I deep six loads of pieces I'm writing while I'm in here, all of the time. I call them my spontaneous intellectual abortions.
Anyway, I pontificate and waste both your time and mine. I digress a lot. As loquacious here, by fits and starts, as I am in the "real world".
Hope you and yours are sleeping like babes while I'm typing this. Because you should be. It's almost the middle of the night across the big pond, right now. Shutting up.
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Post by darkness0within on Aug 29, 2018 6:55:51 GMT -6
Never a waste of time to communicate anirbas... Well. Maybe with some people outside of these circles perhaps.
I keep the writes that I feel aren't quite right in a folder. And work on them when I have the time to look. Sometimes the ones that are in that folder spark another write. so they still have use.
I always found from my own experience you had to keep to certain parameters at school due to the curriculum. God forbid you ever went out of the box. And poetry was not really mentioned much. Except dry passages of this or that that were as dull as ditch water and had no bearing on our lives at the time. I wrote poetry then, but I didn't have the fire for it that I do now. And life had very different priorities then for me... now I'm procrastinating.
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Post by anirbas on Aug 29, 2018 20:07:13 GMT -6
Yeah, there is that, too. Such as in the Seventies, free verse wasn't considered poetry by teachers. You had to learn the various structures and confine yourself to those particular boxes. But, the writing exercises were fun and often insightful. Depending on the teacher, of course. What I hated, is we never studied anything written by women in those days. Because all we studied were the poems of the Eighteen hundreds or further back. Sigh.
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