Your post is weak because you anchor it with one instance of my poetry and some comic scripts that end up being heavily edited by the artist.That really isn't something to smile about. Your writing is weak because you anchor it with nothing. It has no substance, and because it carries no weight, it has no impact on the reader.
Everything you say is so whimsical now!I want to make a point that I was actually the nice one in this thread!!!!!
COMIC SANS IS CHANGING ME
Everything you say is so whimsical now![/QUOTE]I want to make a point that I was actually the nice one in this thread!!!!!
COMIC SANS IS CHANGING ME
In my defense, it is.This from the guy who said my blogpost was emo shit!
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Everybody knows that any good artist uses Comic Sans.I want to make a point that I was actually the nice one in this thread!!!!!
COMIC SANS IS CHANGING ME
If the above is your original wording, I prefer it to the revision.Erebus in the Outer Darkness
The shadow of night washed over me
and I realized I had never before looked properly at darkness.
Not with my eyes, in any case.
There is something cleaner in the darkness than in the light;
Something... unstained by the light of day.
The lights of the city, however, broke my conscious dream
as I glanced back towards it and wished it were gone.
My moment of tranquility was gone for the time being.
The concept of it being gone long was foolish.
It could always return, as soon as I missed it.
In all its essence and tranquility, the night was defunct.
Its subtlety was counteracted by disgust,
uttered only by a fainthearted affection.
Still, the night in all it had to offer
was expressed only by those soaking it in.
I, the wild-eyed idealist,
She, the spirited child of fire.
My heart, the fearful budding,
Her heart, the calm in the storm.
And if our very existence is punctuated by four identical
red specs on the low horizon, who is there to defy us?
Everything you say is so whimsical now![/QUOTE]I want to make a point that I was actually the nice one in this thread!!!!!
COMIC SANS IS CHANGING ME
Everything you say is so whimsical now![/QUOTE]I want to make a point that I was actually the nice one in this thread!!!!!
COMIC SANS IS CHANGING ME
I think that I unintentionally wrote two poems here. That concept was basically my intrigue at how dark the sky was on a moonless night over Lake Erie. My mind wandered with the thought and ended up in that poem.Not a big fan of poetry, overall.
I liked the notion of "something unstained by the light of day" though. For some reason, I enjoyed the thought of it.
Les mortels sont égaux; ce n'est pas la naissance,I prefer novel length prose over anything that I have shown here. Fiction is, ultimately, more my forte.
If I didn't want to learn and polish my writing I wouldn't be posting here. The two posts containing poetry of mine were presented as open to critique, which you have offered and I have taken into account. Hell, I even have taken some writing advice from Fangoria/B.T (I really have no idea what her name is since she changes it so often). Sure, she presents her views in a tremendously bitchy way but the harshest critique seems to be what to help the most.I think in your case, G, it's more of a lack of ability and refusal to change that limits your writing. A prompt isn't a barrier, it's a first step. A direction, nothing more. You can start with a prompt, and see where it leads you.
Indeed. And here I was just getting bored. The Mighty Wordsmythe Who Will Always Write Better Than You has returned![/QUOTE]Just most of us.
re: divulge unless you meant : reveal, to make public, or make known[/COLOR]Since Goth has the balls to throw up one of his poems for critique, I'll do the same:
Ancient
His legs were built sturdy and upright, after race they went
His arms flowed with assurance; pride in craft
grinding the axe; tilling the field to the fresh morning’s scent
His chest pounds the caged spirit, his feet course within the earth
His mind nimble, keen, and alert
ready to [STRIKE]divulge [/STRIKE] delve into work
for his work was to live and live he did
every breath a blessing, and that he earned
Living life's adventure, never yearning for
times that which lay heavy upon the breast;
oft lead to quagmire and distress.
His was a realm now bereft of merit
Timeless and ancient, long forgo and forgotten
His Hands were thick with calloused memories and ripe with character
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His body dwells and lingers in the remains.[/FONT]
Be gentile, it's my first time.
Indeed. And here I was just getting bored. The Mighty Wordsmythe Who Will Always Write Better Than You has returned![/QUOTE]Just most of us.
Short and simple. It works.Shit, it's my turn. Something I wrote during The Great Breakup of '08 and touched up For All Of You Today:
Puppy love palpitations
morning sex sweat
backbone notched against
the pull-out couch bar
underwear warm, tossed aside,
curled and twisted
like something pretty
Wha? There's a warning on this thread?I'm confused. Did I really get a moderator warning on this thread with the subject being "Awesome"?
Are you a mod now?I'm confused. Did I really get a moderator warning on this thread with the subject being "Awesome"?
Are you a mod now?[/QUOTE]I'm confused. Did I really get a moderator warning on this thread with the subject being "Awesome"?