Who likes writing?

[chrisw91]

Here is a song I wrote about my difficulties sleeping. The chorus has come from one of my favorite poems 'To Sleep' by William Wordsworth

Verse 1
We go to it with reluctance,
Yet we quit it with regret
Just wish my mind,
Would let go and forget
Its the death of each day
Yet I cant find a way
To close my eyes and enter a dream
Insomnia is a bitch it would seem

Chorus
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky
I’ve thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless
Without sleep whats the point in morning
When the night is so long and boring
Sleepless

Verse 2
Sleep is perverse as human nature,
Sleep is pervers as legislature
So people who go to bed to sleep
Must count their beats or sheep,
And people who ought to arise from bed
Yawn and go back to sleep instead.

Chorus
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky
I’ve thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless
Without sleep whats the point in morning
When the night is so long and boring
Sleepless

Bridge
O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
Take me away to a land far away
Now its time for the death of the day
Bring me a dream, a nightmare or both
Let my head drift, glide and float

Chrous
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky
I’ve thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless
Without sleep whats the point in morning
When the night is so long and boring
Sleepless


Outro
Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking

[Pitti]

Today I opened a blog in which I self-written short stories published. These stories are only in German. Sorry.

For those who understand German, I hope you have fun by reading my stories.

http://schattengeschichten.tumblr.com/

[Stuart]

Today I opened a blog in which I self-written short stories published. These stories are only in German. Sorry.

For those who understand German, I hope you have fun by reading my stories.

http://schattengeschichten.tumblr.com/

I start my German course on Monday 

[Pitti]

Today I opened a blog in which I self-written short stories published. These stories are only in German. Sorry.

For those who understand German, I hope you have fun by reading my stories.

http://schattengeschichten.tumblr.com/

I start my German course on Monday 

I wish you much fun and if you have problems you can always contact me.

[Padraig]

Occasionally the muse descends upon me, and I'll scratch down a poem or a short story if there's something on my mind. I write to get something off my chest and onto paper, and be rid of it.

[Historybuff83]

I have always wanted to write, but oftentimes when I get the muse to write, I barely have enough to write a scene or vignette, much less a short story

[King Pizza]

I enjoy writing and keep a daily journal. I also write a  blog about various things that I feel are of importance most often about political topics. I've tried my hand at writing fiction, but I have come to recognize that I am not a fiction writer. I am great at writing and editing.   

[Leah]

Of course I write, mainly to fill in lonely nights in hotels watching movies in Hindi, or Indonesian or Malaya or German or....

Jenny dropped by unexpectedly – we had been going out for just a month and this was the first time she had just appeared at the door.

“I didn’t expect to see you this afternoon,” I said.  “Come on in, I can introduce you to my Mum.”

“I’d rather not, not to be rude or anything, but I was just flying by and I wanted to ask you a favour.”  Jenny gently bit her bottom lip and seemed to be looking over my shoulder rather than at my face.  “Can you borrow your Mum’s car tomorrow?”

“If I take her to work I’m pretty sure I can – why?”

“Well, I want to take you somewhere, but we’ll need a car to get there.  It’s not far just that a car would make it so much easier.”

“So come in and I’ll ask her and she can meet you.”

“No - Dad is waiting in the car; he’s just across the street.  I’ll call you tonight.”

She then touched my elbow, turned and was gone.  The man in the car smiled and then waved to me as she climbed in.

Jenny and I had known each other for many years, from travelling to school on the same bus.  But as she is a year younger and two years behind me at school it wasn’t until we ran into each other coming out of a movie that I really noticed her.  Then we started talking on the way to and from school and then she was down the beach with her friends and then we started spending time as just the two of us.

I walked back into the house and found Mum in the laundry.  “Mum, if I drive you to work and pick you up after can I borrow your car, tomorrow?”

“Why and where were you thinking of going?”

“Jen wants me to take her some place.”

“What place?  You’ve only had your licence for two weeks and I don’t want you wandering off too far.”

“Umm, she wants to go to a beach further up towards Avalon.”

“Well, that’s specifically vague.  Avalon is a bit far, but it is a nice drive over to Manly, if you don’t get lost.  She would enjoy that.”

“Mum, we are going where Jen wants to go.”

Mum was smiling so I knew I was going to get the car.

“When you know where you are going – then come and tell me.  But unless it is hours away I’m alright with you taking the car.  It will only be the two of you won’t it?

“Yes, Mum.  Thanks”

I went back to the book I was reading.  But couldn’t easily settle in, my sister had the television on too loud and Mum kept having me to do chores around the house.  Then there was the distraction of what did Jenny have in mind for the next day?
After dinner the phone rang and Dad answered knowing that it probably was for me.  Dad thought he was a charmer when it came to speaking to my girlfriends and proceeded to talk to Jen for a few minutes before handing over the phone.

I took the phone and went into my room.

“I wish Dad wouldn’t do that.  He talks to all my friends.”

“Don’t worry about it, Tim.  Your Dad is pretty cool on the phone - I’ll have to meet him one day.”

“Alright, I can cope with him chatting up my girlfriend.  So what is happening tomorrow?  Mum wants to know where we are going before she’ll let me have the car.”

“Well this is something we need to discuss.  I want to take you to a beach over near Mosman.”

“That’s across the harbour – Mum said I could take you as far as Manly so that will be okay.”

“That’s great, but don’t interrupt – I‘m trying to say something so that it won’t freak you out.”

“I’m presuming it is a harbour beach so there is no surf – that is freaking me out already.”

“Shut up and listen for a moment.  Alright?”

“I’m listening.”

“Well the beach I want to take you to, well it is a nude beach.  I’d really like you to want to come with me.” Jenny blurted.

There is about 80 more pages to come