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| So let's keep this box simple: this is my thought box.
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| Current thoughts: Need to write moar.
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So, I'm this guy named "Zixaphir Kote Modnar", or something (My real name may/may not be different than that?) and I write poetry. This isn't to say I write GOOD poetry, but who the hell is to say what good poetry is? I mean, here's an example of a perfectly fine poem:
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Time in,
Time out.
I really don't care
Rhymes suck
Trust me
There's no meaning here
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See? Its perfect. Notice the typo of the equal symbol instead of hyphens at the end. A perfect example of artistic merit!
Anyhow, I really don't care about what I write much anymore. Sometimes I'm satirical, sometimes I'm emo, but I'm always sadomasochistic in everything I do. I mean, what better irony is there than cutting yourself, writing a poem in your blood, then looking up into the window to see that dead body nailed there as you write each line, telling yourself that the rotting blood flowing down that glass tastes JUST like caramel.
So, anyways, I'm this guy named Zixaphir. I'm 20, and I like to be a bit of a lone wolf, though recently I've become pack leader of a little ground of lone wolves and we're planning this little thing called "Nerd Rush", which is based of "Zerg Rush", except with nerdlings instead of zerglings. Trust me, once enough of us are in power, you'll see the wondrous effects, especially in American Kongress (See what I did there? I stayed away from that crappy "Amerika" crap and did it with Congress, instead. They call that "Innovation".)
But yeah, in seriousness now (Cause as long as what is up there is all in parody and sarcasm, the FBI will just visit my doorstep, not knock the door down and search my Computer for CP and/or anything that could brand me a "TERRORIST-...K")... er, now, I started writing waiting till I got a scanner to post my artwork on DeviantArt. I wrote a little poetry to... mostly kill time, cause I'd always done poetry for assignments in English class and never really liked it, but then I did it on my own time. Surprisingly (or not so, if you're like my English teachers), I enjoyed doing it, and so I continued to do it for quite some time. Eventually poetry took priority over my art, at least on the internet (I'm really not all that good of an artist, but I spend a lot of my free time sketching. I still need to work on anatomy and perspective A LOT). I also started writing literature, but I have trouble finishing more than a chapter in any story I do, so... meh. Anyhow, I continued writing Poetry, eventually abandoning DeviantArt for FictionPress, and then FictionPress for AllPoetry, and that's where I am now. I really just like to write about whatever, and I mostly write to experiment. There's really never a coherence in my thinking process, so most of my poems are unrelated and spur of the moment, though I'm now able to force myself to write, and am getting better at it.
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People try to group me and shit. I'll give you a hint: I am emo-tech geek-goth dude who's slightly homicidal in his suicidal personas, always looking for a hotter chick to hit on whilst pouring down drug after drug to find that euphoria where I can pretend I'm a Buddhist preppy, hanging out with all my friends who sing about bunnies all day, ranting forever and ever about how awesome this world is. So I group myself as the shy guy.
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| So let's keep this box simple: this is my thought box.
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| Current thoughts: Need to write moar.
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So, I'm this guy named "Zixaphir Kote Modnar", or something (My real name may/may not be different than that?) and I write poetry. This isn't to say I write GOOD poetry, but who the hell is to say what good poetry is? I mean, here's an example of a perfectly fine poem:
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Time in,
Time out.
I really don't care
Rhymes suck
Trust me
There's no meaning here
=======
See? Its perfect. Notice the typo of the equal symbol instead of hyphens at the end. A perfect example of artistic merit!
Anyhow, I really don't care about what I write much anymore. Sometimes I'm satirical, sometimes I'm emo, but I'm always sadomasochistic in everything I do. I mean, what better irony is there than cutting yourself, writing a poem in your blood, then looking up into the window to see that dead body nailed there as you write each line, telling yourself that the rotting blood flowing down that glass tastes JUST like caramel.
So, anyways, I'm this guy named Zixaphir. I'm 20, and I like to be a bit of a lone wolf, though recently I've become pack leader of a little ground of lone wolves and we're planning this little thing called "Nerd Rush", which is based of "Zerg Rush", except with nerdlings instead of zerglings. Trust me, once enough of us are in power, you'll see the wondrous effects, especially in American Kongress (See what I did there? I stayed away from that crappy "Amerika" crap and did it with Congress, instead. They call that "Innovation".)
But yeah, in seriousness now (Cause as long as what is up there is all in parody and sarcasm, the FBI will just visit my doorstep, not knock the door down and search my Computer for CP and/or anything that could brand me a "TERRORIST-...K")... er, now, I started writing waiting till I got a scanner to post my artwork on DeviantArt. I wrote a little poetry to... mostly kill time, cause I'd always done poetry for assignments in English class and never really liked it, but then I did it on my own time. Surprisingly (or not so, if you're like my English teachers), I enjoyed doing it, and so I continued to do it for quite some time. Eventually poetry took priority over my art, at least on the internet (I'm really not all that good of an artist, but I spend a lot of my free time sketching. I still need to work on anatomy and perspective A LOT). I also started writing literature, but I have trouble finishing more than a chapter in any story I do, so... meh. Anyhow, I continued writing Poetry, eventually abandoning DeviantArt for FictionPress, and then FictionPress for AllPoetry, and that's where I am now. I really just like to write about whatever, and I mostly write to experiment. There's really never a coherence in my thinking process, so most of my poems are unrelated and spur of the moment, though I'm now able to force myself to write, and am getting better at it.
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People try to group me and shit. I'll give you a hint: I am emo-tech geek-goth dude who's slightly homicidal in his suicidal personas, always looking for a hotter chick to hit on whilst pouring down drug after drug to find that euphoria where I can pretend I'm a Buddhist preppy, hanging out with all my friends who sing about bunnies all day, ranting forever and ever about how awesome this world is. So I group myself as the shy guy.
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- Last seen on Sep 2 12:20 AM. Member since May 22, 2007.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 287 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "What the heck is a "Real Poem"?!!".
- I am a 20 year old guy from California (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Computer Networking Student (CCNA).








- I am in the groups Cure My Tragedy, Silvosian Rhymes
- I have 287 comments, 3 contests
Poems I'm focused on
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WARNINGS: Long poem, be sure to partition some time to it. Also, I'd call it controversial and slightly indecent. *UPDATED*
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Try to find beauty in being out the ordinary
Petals falling from eyes in love50 lines, 21 comments, April 22. In Contemporary, Hope, Life, Personal, Thoughts, Life of Zixaphir K. Modnar -
He'd be better than dad, that perverted old man
At least this teen kid ACTED like he loved *me* -
Some time ago
I left you alone
My Poetry
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It was a dark night, at least as dark as it could be
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But I'm not saying I care
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He saw her there, being violated by the bastard man who'd destroyed everything of her. He took bat in hand, ready to administer redemption
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Such dark words etched on the pages of Sin...
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- Children Of The Dark One at storywrite
Such dark words etched on the pages of Sin... - Story at storywrite
NO READING - Starting Anew at storywrite
A story about moving year after year.
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Warrior-Eagle on June 30I can't sleep. It's 5:24AM and i am just watching this Christian movie.So I decided to drop by your profile.Hope you have a good day & had a goodnight's rest since I didn't...Talk to you later honey.
...Simply Me♥ -
MorphinePANDA : Cake? on May 22How old do you have to be till you cant be cake?
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AKM Takayuki : Awesome on February 28So I'm sitting here, no work today, bored as hell, watching it literally blizzard outside, and BOOM! there you are. I'm adding you to my favorites for the following reasons:
1) You write good poetry
2) You're sarcastic, and I like it
3) You used Kongress
So there, take that and run with it, you have a fan...and you should talk to your fan, because she likes to be talked to...nice and soft, like a baby's bottom. (I believe that was not the term I was looking for, but it works somewhere...) -
SpiceRack on February 28your profile made me think. Actually, some of it made me laugh, to be honest.
