I'm an idealist, so what I write does not necessarily reflect me... nor do I try and be self-flattering. I write to illustrate the ideas that flower in my head.
I'm cynical and opinionated, but only after I've really thought something through, and when I'm not either of those two, I let my hair down wildly with my imagination.
I love discussion and learning, and exploring my inner self. I try and be intuitive and interpretive when I write. Doesn't always work...
People fascinate me, even when they disappoint- they are an endless inspiration for my poems and stories.
I am not competitive. I won't be posting or entering any contest poems. I support everyone else who does, because so many of these poems and stories have stunned me with their brilliance, but I have the stomach neither for success nor fame. I am the guy who writes for simple leisure and to relieve his soul.
I'm cynical and opinionated, but only after I've really thought something through, and when I'm not either of those two, I let my hair down wildly with my imagination.
I love discussion and learning, and exploring my inner self. I try and be intuitive and interpretive when I write. Doesn't always work...
People fascinate me, even when they disappoint- they are an endless inspiration for my poems and stories.
I am not competitive. I won't be posting or entering any contest poems. I support everyone else who does, because so many of these poems and stories have stunned me with their brilliance, but I have the stomach neither for success nor fame. I am the guy who writes for simple leisure and to relieve his soul.
- Last seen on Oct 22 3:08 AM 2007. Member since January 26, 2006.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 117 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "As the flower to the bee, the cloud is to my head".
- I am a 19 year old guy (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a runaway romantic- figuratively and then *sigh* literally.
- I have 117 comments, 16 poems
My Poetry
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She was still falling. With me.
Will always. Will never stand on fresh solid ground/ Or fall again. -
Black vines decorate the gates of your garden,
Expansive, with you rooted rigid in the centre.44 lines, 2 comments, August 5, 2006. In Other -
… Moreover news breaks,
Like a wave, tunneling over me. -
You're celebrities in your brokenness...
Arise- Fallen Pop Cult Couple.
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onealone on February 22, 2006Oh...trilu an angel in your reply... I mean...liberating and freeeing.
That's what I mean when I said your and angel...Simply amazing in on own way...
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Poeticlives on February 22, 2006Sweet... angelic
I wouldn't have thought that... I'm no angel... at least I don't have white wings and a ring floating above my head! -
onealone on February 22, 2006Hello I just take a visit and I really enjoy your page... ....angelic
Ever grateful, Alfred -
Poeticlives on February 13, 2006No, I'm not a linguist- and I'm never really sure if I notice things that are there... so its amazing to me that I have noticed so much. I certainly like language, and using all the words at my disposal... drives some people nuts!
Your poetry is very compelling. Any poetry that makes me think usually is rewarding for me. Yours was
