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Sip?

I need words and meaning to overflow,
dripping from the peaks of my lips
and wringing itself out of my hair.
I need it to wrap itself around my fingers
and stain everything I touch
with the vitality of my immortal verse.
I need the metaphors of the gods
to come pouring out of my eyes
and spill themselves endlessly
over the scribblings of the past.
The meaning of life itself is both desired
and destined to come teeming from
my very finger tips, (which dream
of conducting an uninterrupted revolution
of silver-tongued articulations).
I need eloquence and expression
to plunge over the edge of the glass
in abundance, flushed with inspiration.
This glass unfortunately now sits
both half empty and half full,
dangling somewhere between greatness
and mediocrity,
waiting to make some fool drunk
off of its poetry.

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Critique to death.
Written April 27th, 2005

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  • nearlycivilized
    July 29, 2005
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    This is just amazing.. you're such a great poet, full of talent. I love your work! Take Care!

  • Gosia
    July 2, 2005
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    This reminds me of lyrics something like...
    'the glass is not half full like optimists may say, nor is it half empty as pessimists might say, there is nothing in the glass.'
    "Sip". That is so... I dunno, but I want to eat it. 'Dripping/wringing/pouring/spill' I love your language thoroughout this whole poem. Ironically, it sounds like something that could describe writers block. Ironic because nobody with writers block could possibly write as beautifully as this. Beautiful is an understatement. Mmm.. yum... you know a poem is good when you want to eat it.

  • minto
    June 30, 2005
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    This is beautifully written..I think lots of people actually write about the need for inspiration because I know i've know it before, but in this poem your imagery is just fantastic, and the way you were just touching on something physical, like how you went from the sip back to the 'glass' later in the poem is knw really well

  • Atm1616
    April 29, 2005
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    This poem is aweseom as always my sophomore buddy! You are so talented and put your talents into great use! This poem is especially great because of all the awesome description. Great job and keep up the great work!
    xoxo
    ~aly

  • Memory Lane
    April 28, 2005
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    ahhh, the unquenchable thirst

    Are you bathing in poetry. an interessting thought. maybe your suggesting that you read constantly to improve your skills. i guess you want to be better. oh don't mind me, i'm pondering.


  • ricochet rabbit
    April 28, 2005
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    A poem with lots of great description, and honest thought. My one criticism is that it is too wordy, and one has to hunt for lucidity. Still, it looks like you are doing some experimenting -- which is something that I very much encourage. Keep writing.

  • veiledprofanityhehe
    April 28, 2005
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    This is brilliant, yes? The last lines, a shot glass teetering. It captures a need for, well... you captured it with those words and now i can't find any that haven't been said.

    Goodnight.

    Klove from,

    Klee

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