Posted: 3/20/2005, 5:39 pm
local writing comp in my city
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Posted: 3/20/2005, 6:11 pm
Damn, I need to find me some of those. But that's wicked cool!
Posted: 3/21/2005, 10:01 pm
okay, i know i post a lot of worthless comments, but #3 is one of the better things i've ever read. 
Posted: 3/22/2005, 6:52 pm
Well thank you.
I liked the first one, myself.
I liked the first one, myself.
Posted: 4/5/2005, 1:52 pm
I don't know where these are going. Bear with me for a little while. I haven't been sleeping.
I.
Her uncle’s name was Alice
His mother lost three daughters in the war
They all
...........Exploded
........................Hard
(Into holes)
And left her with a piece of mind like Swiss
I.
Her uncle’s name was Alice
His mother lost three daughters in the war
They all
...........Exploded
........................Hard
(Into holes)
And left her with a piece of mind like Swiss
Posted: 4/5/2005, 1:53 pm
II.
Journalissimo!
Stop me a while
I am redolent of cigarettes
And I flicker white and octagon red
As the clock strikes Vespas
Journalissimo!
Stop me a while
I am redolent of cigarettes
And I flicker white and octagon red
As the clock strikes Vespas
Posted: 4/5/2005, 8:53 pm
even when you don't make sense you sound 'effin awesome.
Posted: 4/5/2005, 10:23 pm
III.
minus spine
..........(yours is mine)
I believe in everything
stay in line
..........(you’ll be fine)
minus spine
..........(yours is mine)
I believe in everything
stay in line
..........(you’ll be fine)
Posted: 7/31/2005, 2:46 pm
I examine my hands closely.
From childhood I have glanced at them from
time
to
time
to check on progress
to catch myself in the act of changing.
They were bigger every time I looked.
They are done with that now.
From childhood I have glanced at them from
time
to
time
to check on progress
to catch myself in the act of changing.
They were bigger every time I looked.
They are done with that now.
Posted: 8/1/2005, 1:16 pm
*drools*
that's sooooo goooood!
that's sooooo goooood!
Posted: 8/3/2005, 9:28 am
somehow every time i try to start a story it all gets compacted into a few lines and thrown into a poem. it's getting me nowhere, really.
Posted: 8/20/2005, 4:46 pm
IV.
Shiver me sleepy
I gots not a thought
Bang, bang…
Into the mental furniture
Outdated and
Retro?
(apparently) Sad
is fashionable again.
Shiver me sleepy
I gots not a thought
Bang, bang…
Into the mental furniture
Outdated and
Retro?
(apparently) Sad
is fashionable again.
Posted: 8/20/2005, 10:25 pm
(apparently) sad
is fasionable again.
i LOVE those lines
:love::love::love:
is fasionable again.
i LOVE those lines
:love::love::love:Posted: 8/20/2005, 11:01 pm
That's seriously nifty. Good stuff!
Posted: 9/30/2005, 1:48 pm
V.
Invisible ink on my
Hands on my door my
Indelible link to my
Self on the floor
Invisible ink on my
Hands on my door my
Indelible link to my
Self on the floor
Posted: 9/30/2005, 1:57 pm
Oooooh.
Posted: 9/30/2005, 3:26 pm
awesome stuff 
Posted: 9/30/2005, 8:18 pm
and now, a villanelle!
On Idleness
Upon a bed of dreams I lay
Watching him draw on a cigarette
Careless of his crafty way
Lit in sunshine's playful ray
His shiftily handsome silhouette
Upon a bed of dreams I lay
And thus I whiled away the day
Snarled in the coverlet
Careless of his crafty way
Too soon his passions went astray
And still, his half-poisoned Juliet
Upon a bed of dreams I lay
Unwelcome thoughts I kept at bay
Dismissing their words as idle threat
Careless of his crafty way
My tongue knows words enough to pray
But God hath forsaken my alphabet
Upon a bed of dreams I lay
Careless of his crafty way.
On Idleness
Upon a bed of dreams I lay
Watching him draw on a cigarette
Careless of his crafty way
Lit in sunshine's playful ray
His shiftily handsome silhouette
Upon a bed of dreams I lay
And thus I whiled away the day
Snarled in the coverlet
Careless of his crafty way
Too soon his passions went astray
And still, his half-poisoned Juliet
Upon a bed of dreams I lay
Unwelcome thoughts I kept at bay
Dismissing their words as idle threat
Careless of his crafty way
My tongue knows words enough to pray
But God hath forsaken my alphabet
Upon a bed of dreams I lay
Careless of his crafty way.
Posted: 9/30/2005, 10:30 pm
can i be you instead?
Posted: 9/30/2005, 10:34 pm
Jess already called dibs on being me I think!
I told her she really didn't want to be!
I told her she really didn't want to be!