Words are everywhere and I string previously exsisting words into preexsisting phrases into sentances that, yes already exsist. Some one just has to pluck them out of the air and put them on paper. If I don't, someone else will. So why not? I do not create, most artists and writers say they do, but we tear and rip and glue and stitch the English launguage in a Frankenstein Monster kind of way. And if the poem is good and we're proud of it we scream "It's Alive!!!" Or somthing to that nature. It's not always about the words, and I'm sorry that most people don't seem to understand that...So much has to do with the SOUNDS of words themselves...how they make your tounge react...if the curl up your pallet...make you salivate, tounge tied...the rise and fall of syllables make a huge difference in how the poem is read...I love to chop up syllables and use my imaginary ducttape to hold it all together...because yes...ducttape really does, fix everything.
- Last seen on Jan 28 10:20 PM. Member since January 28, 2006.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 437 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "I wnt a big ole Lizard Tail".
- I am a 21 year old guy from Vermont (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a ....well...?.
- I have 437 comments, 1 contest, 142 poems, 7 stories
My Poetry
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Pretty good...I've been AWOL for a while...59 lines, 1 comment, April 13, 2007. In Life
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It's been awhile....Pretty honest72 lines, 6 comments, December 30, 2006
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Coughing through a hazy cloud of sugar fog
forgotten subconciouse rises like the dregs76 lines, 5 comments, December 17, 2006. In Ha... -
compatibility be damned
Cause I don't smoke,
My Stories
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John
We decided to climb a mountain for Johns world, in fact we wanted to climb mountains for all our, alternate reality visists. We decided to climb Mt. Pedro about thirty3442 lines, March 13, 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction -
Fighting, Fucking and Farting
I drove until the first signs of light peaked at us over the horizon and allowed rays of sunshine to wink at us. I loved it when I drove throug3206 lines, March 5, 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction -
There was an old bar named Abignales on Sherwood and King Arthur Street and behind that, a parking lot. In an alley between the lot and some dark office building lay a staicase4203 lines, February 26, 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction
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godsshoeshine : Yup . puY - - Is . sI on October 23, 2007I am constantly checking your page, waiting, wondering, when you are going to create or destroy or manipulate or tangle or push and shove or rope and wrangle all the melted laughter of the underbelly of eyes wide open. I just really would like to read something new from you soon.... your words tickle and I like to giggle.
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Tamaska Forsaken on March 16, 2006llamas make great lovers???
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singin-theatre-geek on March 13, 2006thanks for the comment on my poem. I have intensions of changing it to make it more poetic, but I just wanted to get the idea down first. I'm glad you liked it, and you have some rather good poetry yourself!
