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 Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 7:42 pm
Hello!!!
Can I have your attention please!!!
Has anybody actually read this stuff?
(appart from the obvious 3 people)
It's kinda starting to feel lonely here, you know?
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 4:52 pm
attention please
can I have a chocolate
and someone read me some poetry like they mean it
come on, love me, I'm lovable
there's a market you know
and I'm sure I can sell you
________________
I haven't lost my mind. heart
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 10:21 am
Well, I haven't read all of your poetry yet, as I'm reading them in order.
I have to say, one of many is an interesting poem, although perhaps a little confusing as to whether it's one person talking to themself, or if it is actually switching between two persons (although I like to interpret as someone talking to themself, to that person that hides beneath, drenched in emotion).
I can relate, on much more MILD sense, to this poem. It's just that trying to pretend and keep emotions from surfacing, because they are too dangerous, and yet... you can't make them go away, and they become more and more difficult to keep down, and begin to twist and ache.
The poem has a good premise behind it, but it could use some work to make it a little less ambiguous.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 3:31 pm
Cedrych I have to say, one of many is an interesting poem, although perhaps a little confusing as to whether it's one person talking to themself, or if it is actually switching between two persons (although I like to interpret as someone talking to themself, to that person that hides beneath, drenched in emotion). The poem has a good premise behind it, but it could use some work to make it a little less ambiguous. Hehe... yes... (BTW it's only 1 of many cuz it doesn't have a title) the thing is... it is MADE to be ambiguous.... it really is just me talking to myself... or so I intend... like remembering something and being VERY cynical about it... after pain and lessons
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 7:37 am
Well, I think it deserves a title.
The beauty of poems is they CAN be ambiguous. The more ambiguous, the more ways they can be interpretted. Of course, there is such thing as too much ambiguity.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 5:57 pm
Cedrych Of course, there is such thing as too much ambiguity. Hahaha! Well... a title... yes... you see... I can never come up with one, and it so happens that when I start writing they sort of... don't wait for me to read them and title them up and down you know? Then they get stuck in this notebook that I have... and get dusty in the time that takes me to find it again to get some words yelling... what do you think?
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 2:07 pm
poooof!! dust!!!
*coff, coff*
arrow BUMP? ninja question
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 9:31 am
stressed you just bump your own notebook, babe stressed
*coffee sloshes over notebook* Tsk tsk tsk
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 4:27 pm
aaaaahhh!!!
*gets up, takes notebook and cleans it with YOUR poncho*
coffee bad, liway bad!!
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 9:14 am
crying You crying just crying desicrated crying my crying lovely crying poncho!! evil
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:09 pm
hey, it only so happens that your orange poncho has a nice coffee stain now... since you decided to pour your mug onto my notebook...
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 8:11 pm
so glad this is all imagination.
I would hate it if my poncho had ANY stains on it!!
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