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21
LOC: Jackson, MO
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 14
LOC: Jackson, MO
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 14
My name is Logan Barnhill, I write as a hobby and enjoy reading poetry & prose. Some of my role models in the writing world are Huey P. Newton, Valerie Solenas, John Martin (which also implies Bukowski.), Mark Haddon, Michael Chrichton, and all of the classic authors such as Whitman, Poe, Dante, etc. I don’t like the poetry scene of today because there isn’t much of one. The biggest craze in the poetry world is Slam, which is for poets like Saul Williams, who can blow your mind with the rhythm and rhymes he creates. Poets like Bukowski would put these crowds to sleep.
This is why I write for hobby. I will soon be attending FullSail College for Recording Arts and look to pursue a respectable career in the music industry. Writing will …
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Temporarily isolated, secluded from the snow outside- but it's July. Not a single flake... With a tilted view where the cobwebs in the corners of the cieling and moths both reside, can it be seen? The kind of thing that paws at the door, begging for the light of day. The undenying truth that turns time against you. She made us a laughing matter, ticking silently and pacing the simple joy. In response...here, now.. Like the mo...
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Minutes trickle off the clocks hand like the sink that always has the last word, dripping weight with each moments passing, stretching insanity over a long enough gap to make a person sane. It is not right here. No one but of a nervous stature resides in these innards of the mind. Quick twitches and lazy stubble, robes and bed pans. A resolute hum bellows through such a place, a kind of muffled machinery kept locked away in the basement perhaps. Past the elaborately plotted passageways...
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True enough that a love does exist on some distant plane of thought. True enough that a heart beats pure and believes in what lies they've bought. True enough that a woman weaps over a passage seemingly false. True enough I will live without these things, though I claim to know it all.
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A dismal bang... No louder than the alarm clock- our only way of achieving any importance is a night with some mushrooms and a concert DVD. I mute the performance, play my own melodys and blare the applause... The cheap thrills to being a rock god. Meanwhile, crashing back through the door I forgot to lock, which is a good thing because who knows where the keys are, I find myself... .Happy *Doubtful $Unemployed ^Euphoric %2 Bowls &Hungry. I'm afraid this is all too common a fate, Dear Parents...
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1.Has the enemy slurred into a blurry midnight- sloppy drunk and mad at the slightest of movements? Confused, for the barrel sways in too many directions to compensate. A pawn spoke a square that sunk the last battle ship and we are the ones stupid enough to believe we've won. Victory is for the failures in life. Failure is only a means to survive. Survival is from nature, as machine is from God, as God is from man, as the enemy goes unknown once and again. No lodging in dark corridors, for n...
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So I haven't read any of your other works. Thanks for the add though, I hope you find something you like in my outdated poems I put on here years ago. I do like this though, short and simple. I feel with something that has such an intensity behind would work more beautifully if the words were more careful, not rushed. This is not to improve the work, but to show that you truly care for the work, that you don't want it to be slopped down because it means something to you. When it is true it sh...
I thought this was simple and full at the same time. I think the last line could use work, it knocks off the flow a little bit.
The only thing I like is this is a work made by more than one author, something rare in writing, and more so in poetry. The line gets so old, like a cheesy R&B song you would here in 1995. This is not to say that there is no talent, the problem here is structure. It can make and break a poem and once you use that line over and over again you are standing firmly behind it when it originally began as a start to a poem. It is meant for the start of a poem, so my advice is this: Never fall in lov...
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