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 Oct 29 2004, 04:04 PM
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 Will write poetry for sex!  Group: Member Posts: 1,110 Joined: Jan 2004 Member No: 600  |
This one was fun. It's an old assignment that had a simple concept - one paragraph about a place where you are comfortable. An ideal place to get away from things. If it were your room, you'd describe it and things inside. Some idiotic thing like that. I decided to respond in my own little way, working around one line from an old poem, 'Home'. You'll catch the line somewhere in the middle.
--- There is only one place where I am truly comfortable, a sanctuary that brings me to complete ease, but at the same time tormenting self-conflict. Ironically, there is no other place I'd rather be than in the depths of my own mind. It is where inspiration itself is born, where the unreachable dreams tempt my mental boundaries, and where the path of self-realization is set on. My mind is a vast and endless valley where thoughts bloom in place of dandelions, fantasies fly in place of birds, and clouds of hope streak past a sun of poetry. All this painted on a canvas of reassurance, streaked with vivid colors of individuality. Set on fire by blind rage, this is where the scent of burnt dignity lingers. The house that reflects my soul, where memories hang up on picture frames, crooked with the smile I've always tried to understand. When I am in my mind, drowning in the sea of contemplation, I am reminded of who I am. I am compiled, I am whole, and this is where I will both mentally and emotionally grow as a person. The machine that helps create emotion translated into words, by means of pen on paper. Where self-expression thrives. Oh, the security of my own mind. No one can take it away, it is forever the most stable thing I possess. This is also where I will make my final stand against the harsh winds of life...the best of me was born here, and will be buried under the soil of blessed creativity. |
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Oct 29 2004, 04:29 PM
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cb=bullshit. Group: Member Posts: 1,783 Joined: Feb 2004 Member No: 3,793 |
QUOTE(MasteRxKiD @ Oct 29 2004, 3:04 PM) My mind is a vast and endless valley where thoughts bloom in place of dandelions, fantasies fly in place of birds, and clouds of hope streak past a sun of poetry. The house that reflects my soul, where memories hang up on picture frames, crooked with the smile I've always tried to understand. The machine that helps create emotion translated into words, by means of pen on paper. This is also where I will make my final stand against the harsh winds of life...the best of me was born here, and will be buried under the soil of blessed creativity. <3333333333 |
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Oct 30 2004, 03:34 AM
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Will write poetry for sex! Group: Member Posts: 1,110 Joined: Jan 2004 Member No: 600 |
I'm guessing those are the lines you hate, eh?
Kiddin. Glad you liked it. |
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Oct 31 2004, 03:19 PM
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 i brake for hobbits Group: Member Posts: 105 Joined: Jun 2004 Member No: 24,766 |
amazing, simply amazing ... i love it, i love it, i love it!!!
(standing ovation  )
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Nov 1 2004, 02:21 AM
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Will write poetry for sex! Group: Member Posts: 1,110 Joined: Jan 2004 Member No: 600 |
QUOTE(straightedge9 @ Oct 31 2004, 12:19 PM) amazing, simply amazing ... i love it, i love it, i love it!!! (standing ovation )Haha, that's way too much praise. So much, it seems like it's sarcasm. 
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Nov 1 2004, 03:52 AM
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 creepy heather Group: Official Member Posts: 4,208 Joined: Aug 2004 Member No: 41,580 |
its not too much praise at all
its a logical yet fantasy like piece...i love it so much :] great job..i cant even pick out a favorite part lol |
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Nov 4 2004, 11:01 PM
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 and then he died... Group: Member Posts: 338 Joined: May 2004 Member No: 15,047 |
how the hell do you write so well?
you cant just pop those metaphores outta your mind... what do you do?? itz good. itz goood. X |
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