I like nothing more than to do this. Schoolwork, homework, family ties etc. None are paramount to my lust to write poetry. And while I know this little dream is quite bland and pathetic, it would be wonderful to become 'good' with my poems. I feel rather awkward in fact, writing this, so I'll stop here. Not much to say.
I'm from Canada, Toronto originally, and I have very little do write. I've come into a writer's block just recently and need it removed. I am very displeased with myself and everything I do or say. I'm no damnedable emo, and I'm no metal head or a punk. If anything, I listen to the best; the blues, classic rock, Irish music, and alternative (henceward The White Stripes, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, etc.). I would love as much brutal, cruel, vicious criticisms on my poetry, for I need to improve very greatly.
-Conor
I'm from Canada, Toronto originally, and I have very little do write. I've come into a writer's block just recently and need it removed. I am very displeased with myself and everything I do or say. I'm no damnedable emo, and I'm no metal head or a punk. If anything, I listen to the best; the blues, classic rock, Irish music, and alternative (henceward The White Stripes, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, etc.). I would love as much brutal, cruel, vicious criticisms on my poetry, for I need to improve very greatly.
-Conor
- Last seen 4 hours ago. Member since November 4.
- I'm a topaz horse poet for 12 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Bored, aren't I always so?".
- I am a 19 year old guy from Arizona (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm I'm at school, or at home.
- Visit my homepage at The Coffee House Writer presents his B.S. Poems
- I have 12 comments, 23 poems, 1 journal
My Poetry
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I can barely see the end,
Its moving ever backward, compared to me9 lines, November 20 -
I'm feeling rather useless,
As this cheap poem is written, -
Little Suzy, don't you worry
Daddy's gone, but he will hurry -
Soothe the creature,
That lies in your closet only at nightfall.13 lines, 1 comment, November 13
My journal entries
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Cold sweat ran down my forehead at a startling speed, the heat of the room was enough to bake bread. The draining sense of fear began filling my very being, and this fear was real. Nothing had ever been more real in my life, much less, what seemed now, the end of it. 1 The harsh hissing noise seemed far behind meNovember 12, In Abstract, Angst, Freewrite, Hate, My own style, Society, Suicide, Thoughts. 300 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
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chilled-flames on November 18just write what you feel man if you write about just random stuff that come to mind and expand on them you can't go wrong
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chilled-flames on November 14hey whats up
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Roseamongweeds on November 7Hello. Message me if you want.
