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 Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 2:37 pm
lymelady Does anyone have a link to the old debate thread? I want to look through and try to find the orange post. Of course that means digging through thousands of pages gonk
Sam's Posts
Also, thanks Mcphee for helping her that time ^ ^ Even one sentence or a few probably took some of the swamped-ness off of her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 2:38 pm
lymelady bleck. okay, warning noted. Still. Meatballs!
Yeah, that was her. 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 2:40 pm
Lorysa lymelady Does anyone have a link to the old debate thread? I want to look through and try to find the orange post. Of course that means digging through thousands of pages gonk
Sam's Posts
Also, thanks Mcphee for helping her that time ^ ^ Even one sentence or a few probably took some of the swamped-ness off of her.
I was trying to defend the lifers that all those choicers like to rip apart. The younger, perhaps less experienced ones, in terms of the debate.
They're just unnecessarily vicious, sometimes. It sucks.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 2:44 pm
Mcphee Lorysa lymelady Does anyone have a link to the old debate thread? I want to look through and try to find the orange post. Of course that means digging through thousands of pages gonk
Sam's Posts
Also, thanks Mcphee for helping her that time ^ ^ Even one sentence or a few probably took some of the swamped-ness off of her.
I was trying to defend the lifers that all those choicers like to rip apart. The younger, perhaps less experienced ones, in terms of the debate.
They're just unnecessarily vicious, sometimes. It sucks.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 2:46 pm
Lorysa Mcphee Lorysa lymelady Does anyone have a link to the old debate thread? I want to look through and try to find the orange post. Of course that means digging through thousands of pages gonk
Sam's Posts
Also, thanks Mcphee for helping her that time ^ ^ Even one sentence or a few probably took some of the swamped-ness off of her.
I was trying to defend the lifers that all those choicers like to rip apart. The younger, perhaps less experienced ones, in terms of the debate.
They're just unnecessarily vicious, sometimes. It sucks.Quote: I blame that kind of an attitude on the thread, which doesn't allow for a really good debating environment, usually. I mean, honestly. Who wants to post their opinion if, the second they do, they'll be called pro-fetus and anti-woman by seven different people and are expected to respond to all of them?
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 2:49 pm
Mcphee Well, I mean, it's like I said in that thread.Quote: I blame that kind of an attitude on the thread, which doesn't allow for a really good debating environment, usually. I mean, honestly. Who wants to post their opinion if, the second they do, they'll be called pro-fetus and anti-woman by seven different people and are expected to respond to all of them?
But we could talk about something else, if you want! Like poetry, or something..
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 2:56 pm
xd Alllrighty then.
I used to write a lot of poetry, and then I moved on to short stories.
I still have my old poems on my computer though. I'll dig a couple up for you.
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This one's really basic. One of my earlier ones, before I -really- found a voice.Quote: A reflection. His life was missing something. He loved, because no one else would. His vision of love was instead warmed over passivity. This is what he had, and he liked it, not knowing what there was. His life took a turn for worse. He lived, mistakes made, lessons learned. And forgiveness was not given, Not even from people he thought cared, and who he thought knew him. His life was empty. He was abandoned, and left a shell. Desolate and hollow, scraped from the bottom. And fragile, ultimately destroyed, knowing nothing to him but himself. His life was directionless. He cried, lost and alone, wandering. Then he found hope in someone. Someone who knew, understood, appreciated and reciprocated care. His life found a path. He smiled, willingly, for the first time. Then he became sad. Happiness, for him, should not have been compromised, it should have been known. His life was now good. He laughed, easily and often. Then he discovered himself What he was now, and what he had been were too different to compare. His life felt troubled He had it too easy, was life really this? But he knew what it was. Everything for him was good, and that was it, it never used to be.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:02 pm
Mcphee xd Alllrighty then.
I used to write a lot of poetry, and then I moved on to short stories.
I still have my old poems on my computer though. I'll dig a couple up for you.
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This one's really basic. One of my earlier ones, before I -really- found a voice.Quote: A reflection. His life was missing something. He loved, because no one else would. His vision of love was instead warmed over passivity. This is what he had, and he liked it, not knowing what there was. His life took a turn for worse. He lived, mistakes made, lessons learned. And forgiveness was not given, Not even from people he thought cared, and who he thought knew him. His life was empty. He was abandoned, and left a shell. Desolate and hollow, scraped from the bottom. And fragile, ultimately destroyed, knowing nothing to him but himself. His life was directionless. He cried, lost and alone, wandering. Then he found hope in someone. Someone who knew, understood, appreciated and reciprocated care. His life found a path. He smiled, willingly, for the first time. Then he became sad. Happiness, for him, should not have been compromised, it should have been known. His life was now good. He laughed, easily and often. Then he discovered himself What he was now, and what he had been were too different to compare. His life felt troubled He had it too easy, was life really this? But he knew what it was. Everything for him was good, and that was it, it never used to be.
I could show you one of mine if you want, assuming you don't read the Poems thread often, because if you don't, you probably didn't see. ninja
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:12 pm
Oh, I've read the poems thread. I liked your poems. They rhyme, whereas the ones I do are more of a... free-form style.
I admire people who can create good rhyming poetry, because while I don't really enjoy writing my work in a rhythm like that, and I find my poems are never good when I try and force a template on them, I do enjoy when it's done well.
Here's one of my darker ones...Quote: Emerald eyes, disintegrate my disbelief in you Your paradoxicalities, Fallacies, I've already figured you out. Visualize me, Romanticize my vision of desecration, that was our relationship. You know what you did. I can't demonstrate my love: Narcissistic Marionette, foolishly praying forgiveness for something dead. Complexities are absent, And so are you. your presence doesn't warrant my appreciation. Obligated, <********, Abandoned.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:24 pm
Mcphee Oh, I've read the poems thread. I liked your poems. They rhyme, whereas the ones I do are more of a... free-form style.
I admire people who can create good rhyming poetry, because while I don't really enjoy writing my work in a rhythm like that, and I find my poems are never good when I try and force a template on them, I do enjoy when it's done well.
Here's one of my darker ones...Quote: Emerald eyes, disintegrate my disbelief in you Your paradoxicalities, Fallacies, I've already figured you out. Visualize me, Romanticize my vision of desecration, that was our relationship. You know what you did. I can't demonstrate my love: Narcissistic Marionette, foolishly praying forgiveness for something dead. Complexities are absent, And so are you. your presence doesn't warrant my appreciation. Obligated, <********, Abandoned.
And that one definetely describes something... and I checked your journal out before, I read the story you said you submitted to some place in real life, or something like that, it was the one with the two guys, and the one guy that got shoved into trash cans. 3nodding The hand-blood spurting part made me kind of queasy, but you're pretty good at writing!
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:31 pm
Lorysa Rhyming in poetry isn't always easy, but they have word rhymer dictionaries online for people who need help, like you type in "Grass" and it will come out with "Brass" and a huge list of other possible words, and when you click them, it takes you to a definition of that word.
And that one definetely describes something... and I checked your journal out before, I read the story you said you submitted to some place in real life, or something like that, it was the one with the two guys, and the one guy that got shoved into trash cans. 3nodding The hand-blood spurting part made me kind of queasy, but you're pretty good at writing!
Thanks. I like to write viscerally, instead of just telling a story.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:38 pm
Mcphee Lorysa Rhyming in poetry isn't always easy, but they have word rhymer dictionaries online for people who need help, like you type in "Grass" and it will come out with "Brass" and a huge list of other possible words, and when you click them, it takes you to a definition of that word.
And that one definetely describes something... and I checked your journal out before, I read the story you said you submitted to some place in real life, or something like that, it was the one with the two guys, and the one guy that got shoved into trash cans. 3nodding The hand-blood spurting part made me kind of queasy, but you're pretty good at writing!
Thanks. I like to write viscerally, instead of just telling a story.
We've covered the poems subject... hmm... (Taps head) How about, the kind of people we like and the kind of people we dislike?
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:40 pm
Lorysa Mcphee Lorysa Rhyming in poetry isn't always easy, but they have word rhymer dictionaries online for people who need help, like you type in "Grass" and it will come out with "Brass" and a huge list of other possible words, and when you click them, it takes you to a definition of that word.
And that one definetely describes something... and I checked your journal out before, I read the story you said you submitted to some place in real life, or something like that, it was the one with the two guys, and the one guy that got shoved into trash cans. 3nodding The hand-blood spurting part made me kind of queasy, but you're pretty good at writing!
Thanks. I like to write viscerally, instead of just telling a story.
We've covered the poems subject... hmm... (Taps head) How about, the kind of people we like and the kind of people we dislike?
Be careful, you might be mistaken for having ADD, and they'll put you on the ritalin. They'll do it, too.
They're all against you. ninja
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:45 pm
I found it! Lorysa, you are golden!
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:07 pm
Mcphee Lorysa Mcphee Lorysa Rhyming in poetry isn't always easy, but they have word rhymer dictionaries online for people who need help, like you type in "Grass" and it will come out with "Brass" and a huge list of other possible words, and when you click them, it takes you to a definition of that word.
And that one definetely describes something... and I checked your journal out before, I read the story you said you submitted to some place in real life, or something like that, it was the one with the two guys, and the one guy that got shoved into trash cans. 3nodding The hand-blood spurting part made me kind of queasy, but you're pretty good at writing!
Thanks. I like to write viscerally, instead of just telling a story.
We've covered the poems subject... hmm... (Taps head) How about, the kind of people we like and the kind of people we dislike?
Be careful, you might be mistaken for having ADD, and they'll put you on the ritalin. They'll do it, too.
They're all against you. ninja
And thanks lymelady. ^ ^ How many pages did you have to go through beofre you found it?
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