Hey all, been a while. Hope you enjoy the changes in my writing style since when I posted here years ago. This is a brief straightforward bit of...
I loved his, well timed repetition, relates to the audience well. There was a minor typo in the line "Yet by the end I realized she must have /did/...
Through sterile night absence burns beside me,
and it rains ‘till I sleep,
but the flames forever tarry.
Comfortless screams shatter my sleep,...
The Music, The Rhythm
Turn it off.
No more music.
I will not pulse.
Make it stop.
No more beating.
This cage will open....
-"Sprinkles of life" - Nice!!! Especially coupled with "misty tears"...it's beautiful and not overly florid like a lot of descriptive...
-Bloody tears seems a bit too direct, I prefer subtle metaphors...maybe something with thirst because tears are salty?
"solitude stopped being a warm place when i started doubting rumors of comrades to the north"
"there is a star somewhere trying to explain to all...
Here is where I sit.
Doubled over my own body,
kneeling to cry before some betrayed lover.
Breasts to thighs,...
A couple haikus that need lots of improvement. Can you guess what each one is meant to be about?
Ticks echo inside
Hey guys-- I have a one week break between shows, moving from Seussical to The Actor's Nightmare and The Black Comedy. Hope I can get out some of the...
I *love* this piece...masterpiece, that is. It made me smile because I can identify with the feeling of someone's little pains giving a bit of (in my...
Thankyou so much ^_^
I really appreciate your encouragment, it's something people don't get enough of these days. It's even better hearing it from...
“Please, hold me!”
All that there was gave me comfort.
“I need you, before this kiln finishes”
I did not know I could articulate...
My eyes are raw and cracking at the edges
from trying to dry them against my knee bones.
You can see my ribs, if you have an x-ray,
I sang on the decks of my ships in the sun,
from planet to person blasting every near gun
to the rhomps of my rhythm and bells of...
Not venting, just trying to make it... blatant. No one around here ever talks about racism towards native americans or chinese or scandanavians or...
Welcome to Racism
Welcome to America where we see in black and white;
The land of the free except in freedom of life.
Here even the music on...
"The sands of us
Bound by blood.
Each droplet expired
To become one
Of piece in attire."
^^^ my favorite imagery in the poem
"She was always of
the sweetest romance novel."
I think this line makes the poem a little less serious, and to be honest, a little cheesy for an...
“I have counted the years many a time again in my mind,
And found they total but three.
Three years that passed when an old lady here lived with...
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