Your early writing efforts

10/10 pls moar

I have so much to dump. It's all too good. I think I even thought my shit was good at the time, oh man.

And this concludes that particular song.

this is fucking great, you should be proud of kid-you
please please post the rest

god this is a great scanner. another bit of "philosophy" and then i'll post a treasured song of mine, if only to save it for posterity on my computer, since it is falling apart. i almost want not to post it, since it is beloved and i almost wish to put it into a book or something, but who cares, most won't read this stuff.

i fucking loved and still love this song, i imagined a whole orchestra for it, and the stuff in parentheses are for the chorus.

>poundland
i guess you're in the UK?
heh, i like how you insert guitar solos

Gonna write some up so as not to clog things too much. Attached: 10/10 comic

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The infinite clingfilm,
It carries on forever,
You can't find the end.
I really don't think it's worth looking for
But other times it seems the finish is in sight.
It always turns out to be just another crinkle.

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His wild insanity swallowed him, firstly tickling his toes then creeping to his kneecaps, scrambling up his thighs and coursing through his torso. It was when his insanity scratched at his elbows that he knew it was over. He let out a maniacal laugh as his funnybone tingled uncontrollable and when the tingling stopped he fell, weakened, onto the floor.

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Stupid Waste of Space

You say "turn off that music cos I can't even think",
well I just can't think no more.
Headbanging will rot your brains and make you drone,
I don't really give a shit.
I really don't even care what you say-
you're a stupid waste of space.

I need an adult with me and of course you won't go.
I will just go on my own.
Graffiti is a crime and not an art form,
Tell that to my spray can, motherfucker!

I really don't even care what you say -
You're a stupid waste of space.

Oh you're a stupid waste of space,
you're a stupid waste of space,
I said a stupid waste of space - 2 - 3 - 4
Stupid stupid
waste waste waste waste
a stupid
waste waste waste of space! Oh yeah!

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The Art of Fuck You.

I met you a while back
We hit off at once
And for a while it was fun
But then I noticed you had a gun
And were pointing it at my back

When I need you most is when you most let me down
And I think about it now -
guess what? Fuck you.

I was sad and was depressed
I had no motivation
And you didn't understand
That I was a fucking slacker
Who didn't want to slack.

I hate you so much
Yet it's down to you that I'm on my feet again
And I tell myself
It's up to me.
You're not helping. Fuck you.

I understand now.
I know wat the hell to do -
get out of this fucking mess,
just like they did too.

So go have a wank
You piece of shit stoner
I don't care about you.

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Doob da doo hoo woo doo

I look like a freak
Walking down the street
Looking like I'd just got drowned
In a radioactive vat of milk.

You look straight down your nose
Anything you say goes
So I'm a weirdo loner
Who masturbates to woes.

But I'm perfectly fine
I don't know about you.

here's the second part of Psychopathic Mindframe, since you asked.
you had a lot better rhythm than i ever had as a teenager, i never realized that i should have rhythm and a sort of meter when i wrote, i didn't start writing songs with music in mind until i read Dante. definitely a lot of punk style in your stuff.

Haha at least you were thinking. I feel like 16-year-old us would have got on.

This is great.

Yeah, sadly enough. Too bad I played violin, not guitar.

The Art of Fuck You, Mk. II

How can I ignore you
When you insult me every day?
Well you got a thing coming,
It's called the art of fuck you.

Yeah well I don't have no friends
And I don't have no love
And you know how I deal?
It's the art of fuck you.

You wish me an early grave
An' you know what, I'm brave
I'm gonna die laughing -
The art of fuck you.

When I'm crying, you gloat.
When I'm angry, you're glad
But I don't react no more,
Cos I learned the art of fuck you.

When You attack me
I know how to defend good
And I come out the victor.
The art of fuck you.

So you want to know my secret,
As if you couldn't already tell
You really are stupid -
It's the art of fuck you.

It's your problem.
The art of fuck you,
The art of fuck you,
The art of fuck you.

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I was waiting for a taxi
In the pouring rain
When I thought I saw an angel
And then I looked again.

And it was just you, oh you.
And it was just you, ooh, ooh.

So I went home sad, sad and mad.
And then I realised - you're not so bad.

Oh well my taxi was late
It was not worth the wait
And the rain was hammering down
So I looked up to the sun
And what I saw was a gun
And God in his old dressing gown.

So then I pissed on his head
With the hosepipe in his shed. (unfinished but bloody lyrical).

I'm reading a bit of Eminem in this. Any influence? What was it about? I reckon the metre could work out.

Yeah I was into punk and MCR and shit at the time, and was lonely, so that helped.

And finally, my proto-beckett masterpiece:

The sun rises every day.
It might not, but it does.
And if I'm going to die,
I'm going to die laughing.
With nothing to regret.

And what would you do? Would you
Run away or grovel?
Or would you make a stand?

I used to sit all day
Watching super heroes on TV
And I used to think
Why them? Why not me?

Well the answer is:
I'm fucking lazy.
Get my butt off the chair
And then I can save me.

The sun rises every day.
It might not, but it does.
And if I'm going to die,
I'm going to die laughing,
With nothing to regret.

If I do nothing,
I'll get nothing in return
And so is the deadly cycle
See how fast you need to learn.

I don't believe in God
But I believe in chance
You can make your own luck

maybe, i was annoying as fuck. and on adderall writing all of this. i wish while i were in that state i knew what literature was, had someone to guide me, i never discovered literature until i went to juvenile prison, at around the same age, seventeen, then adult jail later on, i read a lot during that time, and my style changed quite a bit. a lot less attempts at humor and a bit more humility about philosophy. in that essay i went on to talk about a system of society in which we lived as brains apart from our bodies, and the old and dead were recycled for new data or something. i basically came up with a hive mind theory after that, little did i realize it was such an old idea, and that i probably absorbed it through society's influences and media at large.

one thing i notice that separates our writing, that even when i was being edgy i tried to be funny, you seemed so grumpy, heh. it's strange though, after i wrote at a later age and tried to write funny things, they usually were incredibly tragic.

no eminem, i didn't listen to rap at all actually, i was all grunge stuff, so it was weird it took a raplike format. but it was just about a crazy thing taking me over and wresting control and wreaking havoc on my psyche i guess.

I imagine you were, lol. Damn, sounds like your life was a bit fucked. Interesting though. How did you end up in juvie, if you don't mind me asking? And what drove you to write down your thoughts in that way? For me, it was getting into philosophy and literature a bit. I started reading "actual books" when I was 15 but only started writing thoughts consistently at 17, I think with the specific notion of making myself more coherent.

As for the humour, I think I was a bit hung up on sincerity and was also just generally negative at that time, especially since my parents didn't respond to my obvious issues. Or at least, I thought they were obvious. It's funny though, I thought my natural writing was too humorous so I actively curbed that instinct. But I was probably just a grumpy shit, lol.

I guess I just got the eminem vibe from the subject matter. Sounds pretty heavy for a 16 year old, though obviously quite amusing

i think it was just a desire to exert my ego, to feel as though i was a prodigy of some sort, to imagine i was brilliant. it was the only thing i wanted, to be a genius, and to be thought of as one. of course when i started to read literature, it became all too clear i never was a genius and that i never would be. it was just something to compulsively do to avoid boredom, while obsessive in a near mindless amphetamine state. for juvie, i fought with a peace officer in my home, went after him with a sword. he almost shot me. he still asks me if i'm taking my meds as i should. heh. thank god i stopped taking them finally. they only made me even more imbalanced.

Sounds like you have some manic tendencies, would explain how adderall affected you. Don't be too hard on yourself. That's not the worst way to avoid boredom. Funny enough, I have ADHD-I but it was undiagnosed back then. I wonder how meds would have affected me. Probably would have done my social life a world of good. Or maybe I would have brandished a sword at someone, who knows.

nah, it wouldn't have helped your social life. if anything, you would have receded further and further until your alienation was complete and destructive to yourself and those around you. heh, you know, pleasant things like that.

Well, maybe. I suppose it could have swung either way. But alienation is still a sore point.. I'm beginning to think there's no way out. Well, apart from creativity. And now I want to make an inane point about the same psychology leading to seemingly opposite outcomes (creation v destruction) so maybe it's time for me to go to bed. Thanks for posting your shit, user. I hope some others join the thread too. Night.

goodnight my man. just be patient and seek those who appreciate you for who you are. it's cliche, but they exist.

I always thought this one was comedically brutal, which I think was the point. I was no metal head.

oops, sorry this one went horizontal.

Great stuff user. Slightly concerned for the kids in your neighbourhood though

Thanks! I have been assessing the disturbing content of my writing since I rediscovered it. I'm not a sadistic or angry person, but there's something about over-the-top violence... Dunno!

Have a bump for a fun thread.

I don't have it around, but I remember in fourth grade writing a sick awesome story about an old man in the far future telling his grandkids about the death races he used to enter when he lived on the moon.

Maybe it's repressed anger. Most people have a fair amount of it.

I find that when I'm stoned, mindless violence is just the BEST thing to watch, and I have no idea why. I usually hate action films.

That sounds great, shame you can't upload it

I wish I could find this "book" I wrote about a war between different types of cookies in the 1st Grade

haha I wish you could, too

I like that you spell skeletons more than one way. Pretty good story though.