wRitEhAnDman's profile
AGE:
29
LOC: Waianae, HI
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 13
LOC: Waianae, HI
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 13
Like probably most everyone else, I swear I came out of the womb with pen in hand. That’s how long I have been and how much I love writing.
In high school I finished two volumes of poetry and evolved into playwrighting in college. Lately, I been trying to finish my book. It’s a memoir and a journal at the same time… that’s the best way to describe it.
Now Im here…because Im just like the rest of you—just happy and amazed to be involved with a community like this.
thanks for reading
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On Your Lips On your lips, my name is beautiful as though your breath possesses it Hot with passion—to love and hate— Thick as a mystery still silent On your lips, my words haunt me —as though my conscience whispering cold as apparitions in the snow when just this hemisphere is sleeping On your lips, are mine in wet detail The memories of another life so vaguely familiar... May 17, 2004
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Vacantly I stare through the glass before me, at him-- Whom I thought to know once; His form is familiar-- As daily, I remember He treads that ancient Street of Dreams. Yet his vague visage knows not the welcoming warmth of my eyes; No. He does not recollect me And I remain to reflect Upon this undying undoing of memory. I call to him But my voice does not resound in his ears-- Rather it fades a waning echo in my head. This friend from ages past who knew me better then-- I am now forgotten to...
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Briefly, I have been involved with Urbis from nearly the beginning--and when I say involved I do mean romantically because platonic love should never involve quite as much petty arguments over the relevence of uneducated judgment. Accordingly, I have morphed along with all the trifling iterations preceding this [still imperfect] network. That said, the egoists and the ignorami are everpresent. Suffice to say, I agree on all fronts. I may have to reexamine some of my possibly overlooked errors...
Where do I begin critiquing this piece? Should I start with spelling and grammar or with the overall tone...? What starts out as an interesting premise for an introspective piece on art and theory and inspiration quickly becomes a musing of colloquialism and confusion. Aside from the spelling and grammar mistakes (which I will not comment on further) this play loses its way immediately after the opening scene (which is brilliant in theory) due to the poor execution of Freud's opening oration....
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