Sign Of A Flatline
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Why would you submit a first effort without at least editing it yourself? It only takes a few minutes, much less time than writing the poem would, and the presentation is much more effective if you do so. It's rather like proofreading a paper before handing it to a college professor. Not doing that doesn't allow your best work to be seen.
Sorry
This poem is pretty close to the heart, and I meant more, unfinished and unperfected than unedited.
I posted this now because it felt right (how cheesy of me). the poem is much like me unfinished and unperfected. one day in teh futrue i do hope to have this poem completed, finished, more of a sign of moveing on or maybe even 'closure' because when i managed to finish this I'LL be finished and how i want to be.
God look at my intropective blubbering. i jsut wanted to explain the reasoning behind my aparent maddness
The anonymous P
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heres another late night creation
Forgotten
One night.
Spent in bliss
Ignoring the future
Forgetting the past
While intoxicated by the present.
One day it?ll all catch up,
We hope its long in coming.
For how will we all cope
When years of pain come crashing down?
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I never seam able
I never seam able
When sat at the table
To voice what I know I need
I want to be gay
Never lead astray
Yet my voice is never readied
To walk out of the closet
Unlike you dear abbot
Would sow an important seed
For then I could start
To practise my art
And then be happy indeed
Derek
There once was a man named Derek
Who dreamed of a being cleric
found he was gay
Threw his dreams away
And now loves the man named Erik
late night inspiration and a bit of fiddling lead to these 'creations'
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To A From P
Fleeting moment embossed with beauty
Pleasure beyond compare
Seeing the world anew, more real than ever
Purpose and meaning enter the world
Feeling younger and yet wiser
Permitting that door to be opened
The door with more potential than any other
Potential to free you soul and see it soar
Potential to gain what we all want
Potential to loose all we have
my love, let in and given the tour
Certain only good times could follow
Blinded by love, unable to see his lack
Lack of feeling remorse, humanity even
Realisation of the mistake wasn't enough
A seemingly never ending cycle of pain
Knowledge and logic wasted and useless
Cracks appear in the veneer followed by a leak
Compassion feeling love and humanity even
Drained then stolen by my first love
to A from P
so my first ever real poem. more than a bit apprehensive. read most of the other poems on here and since been compelled to write and terrified to post.. how can i compare?
neither rushed notmhurried now... looked over it and amde a couple oif changes from orginal
feed back greatly appreciated
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I wonder
in The Raccoon's Den
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I was sitting at my desk this morning letting my mind wonder (procrastinating), while half heartedly flicking through the AD website, and i began to wonder.
How many people, poets, authours, the musical coner of the website, and anyone else i've missed out. how many of you consider yourselfs as artists?
If so/not, then why aren/aren't you an artist?
I pondered this and decided that i never saw myself as an artist. allways seen myself as someone with absolutly 0 creative talent what so ever... and therefor don't see myself as an artist... i wonder aobut everyone else?