Back Again..Have started writing again recently too, with all the emotions i'm feeling at the moment, with everything going on at once, it feels easier, so i'm flogging this patch of inspiration while it lasts
UncountedThe trees which drop leaves - randomly uncounted, likeUncounted
gifts to homeless hands.
Winged AdventurerFleet across the water a feral snarling masterpiece. Waterlogged stale enemies sneers are replaced by fearful gazes, as their fate becomes apparent.Winged Adventurer
Head tucked in wing skating the unparalleled mass as an Olympic chess players nightmare. Unthinkable manoeuvres hidden beneath an epitome of grace in flight.
Flitting like a traffic light at a busy intersection. Oily soaked hedge trimming you are, that belies your wonderful grasp of your amazing and unique
flavour.
my nose starts to twitch.
The scent fills the air:
allergies are a b*tch.
Chocolates and candies,
now there’s a gift.
I’ll spend the next few days
in the bathroom being sick.
I want only one thing,
despite all the myths.
All I need this Valentine’s Day
is a friend to spend it with.
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"Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things." -- Ray Bradbury
In Terminus, I wasn't sure how to be more subtle with the third stanza, and the workshop wasn't helping, so I left it in. I would have liked to use it to begin the end, but I structured the poem around the last three lines, so I had/have no intention of changing them.
In Jesus in a Bottle, I was more interested in having a spoken voice feel, rather than a loud poet vibe. If I had used meter, it wouldn't sound real, but in its current form, you can actually imagine a hawker trying to sell stuff to a carnival crowd. Or so I feel. The commentary on organized religion was going to be the focus anyway...
anyway... xP You're an awesome person, and putting your opinion down counts. Alot. Thanks.
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