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AGE:
35
LOC: United States
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 17
LOC: United States
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 17
Raised in Ft. Worth Texas, I packed up my stuff, which was everything that would fit into a sturdy Buick, and headed out to an unforgiving Hollywood, California. Apart from writing, I also act, wich means I earn my money doing other jobs, that seem to change with alarming regularity. So relax… read a bit, and then give me gross amounts of money for a poetry book deal. I promise I have at least one poem that will knock your socks off. (I have roughly 170 poems written so far, and can send writing examples upon request).
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The sandwich was a little soggy now; probably too much Mayo. Kyri tongued the roof of her mouth dislodging a rather large slab of Oscar Meyer, then continued mastication. The yet to be eaten part of the sandwich now back on its paper throne her hand wandering back to the checklist and a well worn pencil. Her eyes scanning her pre-test documents and analysis that would be so crucial to her future in the medical world... or so she thought at the time. Quickly referencing the diagram next to her...
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So when I happen to have enough energy to wander on down to the local Bally's Total Fitness gym, and pump the heavy iron that I know I should, but routinely fail to do. I find myself agog at the lack of respect for the sauna "rules". The "rule" that I'm referencing in particular, would be the plastic posted signs that frequent the men's changing/sauna area, and I can only assume in the women's as well, that clearly state the need for swimwear to be donned at all times; I think if you read fur...
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Sing it right. Swaying and sliding, Lilting and light, your voice, And I’m smiling with you- -Ella’s got my soul. She’s yanking my chain. Giggling as the trumpet plays -Mimics its golden hue… Almost keeping up- -And then she hits some joy And I’m on cloud 9 again, Fly on wispy notesy grooves Fitz you got me in the mood, Tapin’ and snappin’ Keepin’ time, hummin’ loud, And I’m sure I’m being rude, But the sunshine you’re layin’ down- -Brightly stops the critic’s fued, Along with my freshly brew...
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What power has a wave, the surf crescendos crashing its tumbling hand upon all alike, what shock and thunder a torrent of dark cloud laden, steeped in fury, flashes of its reproach and anger, What power of lips and eyes, her soft skin like clouds, her voice, thunder upon my heart, her eyes crash upon my small frame, like a ragdoll amidst the storm of her, helpless, I relent, torn asunder at her whim, for she is a force of nature, one I admire and respect and in awe... am fearful of.
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Ever fondly my thoughts, Moved by the keepsake, Turn to you… The promise lingering… And the expanse of miles Widening with the passing days, A fading image of you in my arms Calls a storm of emotion, What good to yell against the wind? What good to hide from the deluge- -Of resentful tears? Oh how I should have made a stand! If not for us, then for me, Oh these selfish thoughts, Their thunderous roar Sundering my skull like a wedge, Clawing at my eyes to halt The ever-growing remembrance of u...
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The lyrics are very generic with regards to love. I find that songs that have a narrative get their meaning across without it being so heavy handed. I believe in the sentiment in this piece but lines like: "Have to believe in what we know..." "Been there before say yes or no..." "So in love with you..." are the epitome of convention. I would say that most songs cannot be constructed without writing convention, (they need to be generic to touch a wider audience), but I believe that some of the...
Very straight forward. when reading this I seem to envision someone speaking as valadictorian at their high-school graduation. Its linear/forward nature doesn't detract from its poinent message. The only downside for me is the lack of language. When speaking of a parent/child relationship a wealth of words pour over me; how to describe the unearthly bond, sacrifice, patience, etc... However, what I read here is very simple, which means I've read this before: on a hallmark card or in a yearboo...
Great work! The meter is very nice, I find that this rolls of the tongue (no pun intended) very smothly despite its short lines. The imagry is what you intend, seductively hot. The last stanza makes me wonder slightly, that perhaps your lover didn't "huff and puff" correctly which is why you're beligerent or malevolent; either that or post coital bliss is an annoying thing? That's really the only question: How was it?
This poem seems more geared towards a younger audience. Basically all three stanzas say the same thing... don't waste time. This is severely one-note and really doesn't explain anything about how time relates to human existence except that it never stops for us. "into tomorrow and then it is gone..." In truth, Time never goes anywhere, man does. Into tomorrow man will be gone, but not time. This piece lacks any significant insight into the thought of "making the most of one's existance" I wou...
This piece can't decide what it is, nor what it wants to say. The idea to not rhyme, then rhyme can be a strong one but the way it's currently executed leaves the reader confused (more obscure than deep). Most lines of this poem suffer from some sort of writing convention (an over-used bit of wording), and though I don't think a writer can fully escape from such a fate, you can certainly help curb the desire to write in that vein. In truth you're dealing mostly with existentialism, not really...
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