Gods but I hate poetry...Most of my poetry is pretty blunt and unlayered, if wrapped in some decent language.
Anyway, I've posted some new stuff, and seeing as how I have two advanced poetry writing classes this semester, I'm betting there's more to come...
Creative ProcessCreative Process By Peter ThorntonCreative Process
When Angela Thatcher’s third novel sold its millionth copy, Jay Leno asked her how she wrote her books. Though the details escaped her afterwards she remembered the answer being something about hearing the divine voice of the muse, then, hammering that out into a novel in a quasi-orgasmic display of her superior talent. Whatever the line, she remembered she got a laugh.
Of course she was talking completely out of her ass.
She was a fiction writer; she lied for a living. Angela Thatcher wasn’t even her real name, but the p
OrationOrationOration
There is a natural rhythm to words When spoken out loud
They have pitch, tempo, cadence, volume
The properties of music
The power to move, to elevate
To carry us high
Remove the shackles which fetter us
To this mundane existence
Which tells us we must count, measure, parse
Every syllable 'til we fit in among the great crowd Of common, ordinary People who open their mouths to speak
Orating silence
Fade to RedFade to Red By Peter ThorntonFade to Red
The touch of the wind on your back The scent of broken promises And betrayed trust
All that remains is the broken landscape Of utter desolation Littered with the debris of once proud dreams And the wreckage of destroyed lives
Their rubble choking the streams Of bubbling morass that mark The final resting place of hope Melted down to its ugly constituent elements
How do you lift your weary arms And summon the strength to once again Press on against all odds, when...
Deep in your heart
Apprehensive
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~Pararoms and romanticas~
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You don't love someone because of their looks, or their clothes, or their car. You love them because they sing the song only you understand.
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"It is only after we loose everything ,
That we are free to do anything. " ~Fight Club~
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