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AGE:
20
LOC: Jackson, MO
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 05
LOC: Jackson, MO
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 05
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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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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Takers blame lack of wisdom, this horse can't run smart, it's blind on the track. Well kiss my ass cause I'm the fool on it's back! Circles can be ran by any stag, any dame, any thing- Circles always stop where they started, even a cripple makes a circle, just never bothers to fill in the middle trek desired by these crazed loons with dead presidents on their side. I'll make it around once again, just wait and see. I'll make my earned penny pretty, glue it heads up too! I still have a somethi...
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Beginnings are open door ways with febreezed hallways. Endings are broken door handles and cat shit on the carpet. What lies in the middle is completely up to you.
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Abandon ship till dawn can tear through these clouds. Abandon shape, hope, fate, real, fake. It is all that we live for. This is surely a slow swirl that provokes such strong winds. And is it here that my thoughts descend?
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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...
this poem is teeter tottering on good and bad for me. I like the gypsy thing, that is good, but this poem to me is about you having it for your boys girl. romance is just too typical for poetry. abab is dead in my eyes and i hate that people still use it. thats just my opinion though. over all this is good but could be better. seems like a song to me. its lyrical.
well, I liked it all but there are a lot of questions. Just what did the letters say and why had it been made such a big ordeal that they had to write letters. What kind of character is Candi that she would murder her three friends and a child and seemingly herself too? It seems very farfetched at the end without the development of Candi. She seemed stressed to have her old friends over and took a big step demanding to know what went on but it seems out of stretch for her to set them on fire....
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