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M_Bevis's profile
AGE:
38
LOC: New Orleans, LA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: August 23
LOC: New Orleans, LA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: August 23
Writer, musician, and illustrator from New Orleans, La., M. Bevis is proud be be a part of the Urbis community.
I have published one book, titled “And God Looked Away” (A Katrina Journal), available at all major online booksellers.
I joined Urbis to hone my more esoteric, or fictitious pieces. Whether poetry, prose, flash-fiction, or short stories, I really enjoy the fact that it is other writers that will critique my craft. I also dig the glimpse into the the works of other aspiring scribes, as it opens my mind further to the possibilities of writing, and will therefore help me to become a better writer.
Please feel free to leave any comments, and start a dialogue.
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They are coming for me. I can smell them. Much much sooner than later... I can feel it. Tracking, lying in wait, reading. Foul movements, flanking, planning injuries and hurtful thoughts, hoping and preying. In the trees these beasts, with glowing eyes and sharpened claws hung, swoop down only when I might be too tired or injured to fight. Leg caught in bear traps of my own circuitous design. Gnawing frantically at my own digits in a vain search for freedom. Hiding in the dusk, ash grey fadi...
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FEED, FEEL, FALTER, FALL. DESTROY, REBUILD, FEEL SO SMALL. VAINLY TRY TO CRAWL. RUST IS ALWAYS THERE. CLINGING TO MY INSIDES NOW. WASH IT ALL AWAY. SUBMIT TO MY WHIM. PLEASE HELP ME FEEL BETTER NOW. I AM INSECURE. COMPLETE CHAOS REIGNS. SURVEY THE DAMAGE WITH ME. DOUBLE EDGED SWORD-OUCH. NO MORE CRAZY DAYS. ONLY NIGHTS AND THAT IS GOOD. DRUGS AND DRINKING HELP. THE KING IS DEAD NOW. NO ONE CAME TO HELP HIM. HE IS BETTER OFF. LIMBO SUICIDE. NOT MY IDEA OF FUN. I NEED A DRINK NOW. ALMOST OUT OF...
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This is for the city that care forgot . . . The city that forgot to care. This city, carelessly forgotten; our party times behind us now, it seems. A city of ghosts, both real and imagined, all night feverish dancing to the beat of sensual drums in the virile heat. City of culinary delights, musical giants, simple pleasures, squalid splendors. A city of dust, now shrouded in mold, forever succumbing to entropic bliss on pause. This city of history, a living archive of revelry and regret. The ...
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Twas made of lead and other things. The kind that shine as hornets wings. The glare and sheen of wither'd fire--traits to which we all aspire. If ever thus, we cried alone. Guttural, our stuttered moans Piercing gasps and quickened stares. Beneath the covers--wait, beware. I give to hope, and take your cares. "But we are wrong, for we summoned him!" I could not laugh, for he would win. The mark of teeth and worn sly grin. Of this I fear will do us in. The air, it seemed, was growing thin. I a...
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Pick a number; don't tell me what it is. Hold it close to you on nights cold and dreary. Pick a number and forget it two minutes later, only to remember it later on, when it is no longer useful anymore. Pick a number, realizing that it matters not what you do with it, so long as it held meaning, if only for a moment. Pick a number, revealing it when it makes the most impact on yourself, or others close to you. Pick a number, fully aware that this might be the last thing that you ever think ab...
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Wow, this is really sweet and just enough longing. This made me feel the moments described, and for me that is the biggest plus when reading good poetry. The juxtaposition of the voice as air and the glowing eyes rings personally true for me; I really felt that in particular it is an amazingly effective image. This is yet another promising thing I've found on Urbis.
You have a very direct, forceful style, and I really appreciate that quite a bit. I think that this piece could stand to be expanded a bit. Either that, or it just left me wanting more. There are some overall confusions about what it all means, but these are not serious questions in the big picture. You definitely have caught my attention; this is one of the more interesting pieces I've seen here on Urbis.
Wow, sorry but that did nothing for me. Maybe a few points for sincerity, but that will only get you so far. This is really juvenile, and I know how harsh that might sound. Unless you are a young kid, this is just repetitive song lyrics. I'm also a bit afraid of the narrator here, creeped out is a better term actually. This reads a bit like stalker fiction, and that does have its place, but not here. Sincerity and rhythm, but not much else for me. Maybe next time.
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