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Journal: Round Two -------------------------------------------
Mood: Back with a Better Brain
Been gone for some time but it feels so good to be back where I was born again. I lost a lot of poetry, about six months worth so I stopped writing for a long while, but now the thoughts are flowing faster than ever before so I thought I would share a few. PEACE IN AND OUT.
it wouldn't let me comment on ***Somewhere....***
because you haven't logged on in over 5 days (stupid rule) but I'd just like to say that you have really mastered how to rhyme and flow without coming across cheesy... you sneak rhymes in here and there instead of bombarding people... i know there's a name for that but I can't dredge it up. Anyway, nice work.
thanks for stopping in to read my poem and for commenting. I appreciate it. I'm not around much anymore, but it is always nice to know people still drop by.
thanks!
thank you for your thoughts on what i wrote. its difficult to believe how incredibly close to the intention and overall sweeping idea of the poem you captured. it is amazing to me that those words, somewhat out of context and random, like a passage from my diary torn out and exposed, could make sense to you. the idea of acting on instinct is dichotomous to me, insomuch as we cannot deny our intrinsic instinctual drive, yet our consciousness seems to complicate the concept of acting on impulse, a greater responsibility with greater knowledge. in the end the piece IS about ending and beginning. the relevance of memories in how they create who i am now, yet the uselessness of these recollections of the past in the ever-changing person i am always becoming. i toy, childishly, withe idea of the link between birth and death, the spectrum of our life, and what lies beyond... first, life until death... but what about the experience between death and rebirth? the hallway is the metaphor, perfect to me, exploring the connection between these seemingly seperate states. you could never kill me with boredom. the figure eight is a serpent, a serpent desiring to consume itself in lust. yet the more we consume, the more that there is... the only thing there is no end to is potential.
thank you again, tyler... hope all is well in your world.
sadie mae sarah beth sarah mae sadie beth (i forget)
i read all of Blu flu but it wouldn't let me comment. I just wanted to say how very genious it was. There were so many play on words, the way you put things together. It may be lengthy but. . .it was worth the read. I wish i could have commented but i just couldn't wait till you came back xD
btw, how're you? I was scrolling through my favorites and yours was one so i thought i might check out your new stuff! <3
ps: this was my favorite line "Was it the billboards, slanted in sexuality"
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