Description: Create an expressive typographic animation containing verse/lyrics (10-12 lines) of your own writing. the 20 second animation will be exectued using After Effects.
So I went through some old poetry and lyrics looking for something I didn’t hate. I didn’t find much, to be honest. Most of it is either really bad, overly long, or far too short to meet the requirements and I’m not feeling particularly lyrical or poetic lately, so I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Here are the old poems I found that I considered using either parts of or expanding on:
“Why did you call?”
I shouldn’t have
“In the purely physical sense of things…”
Maybe you’re right…
But I can’t walk away.
“I had hopes and dreams before I had you.”
It’s not like I asked to be born.
I’ve tried my hardest…
“I only want to be around him.”
Maybe that’s how it should be.
I’m part of the rest of the world…
(May 1, 2003)
(Adding to this would change the format – it was written as a tanka, so I’m not really thrilled about changing it since it was so painstakingly arranged to begin with, but whatever)
Your hands released me
And I flew inside of you
I nested in your heart
Waiting to be reborn
Longing to feel your touch again
(September 23, 2009)
Haiku: Revelations: still reeling
a red-tinted horizon
Halo round a ball
of burning gas. I admit
it, you had me fooled.
(Oct 4, 2009)
Freeverse: Derelict, Distracted
Lazily licking corners of perception
Feline-esque in presentation, and brilliant like the sunrise
Drifting in and out of this conscious state of self-awareness
Served up, preformed ideals
and I’m wishing the limits weren’t so tight.
Violent thrashing in heavy pulsation
Beat, pause. beat, pause.
But faster, rushing, strobing frenzy
Volume increase and
left with a stalking feeling.
Receding prey and washed out post-high exhaustion.
Unfinished lyrical snippets of various lengths:
More in face, than in name
Take this pride away and let me fall
A gift for one so weary
To take the blame
Of this parade
And may the waves just pull me under
These scars so deep that none can see
The truth that lies between you and me.
And all this time spinning round
In circles of my own design
Streamlined screaming of your name
Nothing will ever feel the same
What do I do when the music inside me dies?
When you rip my feet out from under me?
Atroquinine, My Love
Drowning in blue
Drowning in you
Telltale color of your eyes.
15 minutes to love
This bitter taste of you.
I played the fool for you.
Blindly I would fall
Never felt the rapture.
Never the release.
These chains in which you hold my heart
Are cutting way too deep
A letter, a name
Nothing ties me to you like the blood in my veins
Binding my heart
A whisper of release
My words lost
Black on empty white
Illegible by the sun’s light.
Then I have maybe this one piece of prose writing that I could use:
“That blood! How did it get there?”
No one asks. No one tells.
“That bruise! Was it from training drills? Did you get into a fight?
No one asks. No one tells.
“Where were you last night?”
And this that I wrote today, some unfleshed out prose I was working on that I’ll probably never finish. Also under the “lines” requirement and probably won’t work:
“I am a delicate flower.”
“You are strong.”
“I am a perennial.”
“We are coming out of winter now; spring is coming.”
I really have no idea what I’m going to do for this. I’m so frustrated. I used to write so much and now that I need writing, I can’t find anything I’ve done that I want to use.