--Elite Writer Alias: Loquacious Mind Name: Tomas Brown-Crooks ASL: 22/M/North Carolina Bio: [ Quick Bio ] Website:[ Website ] Blog:[ Blog ] Days Away: 64 Life Story: Aerosol [ Ignore User ]
Favorites: 116 Forum Posts: 5 Shoutbox Posts: 91 RP Posts: 0 Signup Date: 1458 D 3.99 Years 0.4 Decades 48.6 Months 208.29 Weeks 1.45800e+8 Heart Beats -There you go eggman Quote: "The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to say something which is not everything it should be." --Edgar Allen Poe, In Education
Journal: mic check -------------------------------------------
Mood: Guess what!?
Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts? As a matter of fact...how about three? One penny for you, one penny for me, and one penny for our minds engaged sexually. Getting intimately closer as we approach the, climactic altitude of nude, mental, sensational...conversation!
Because I'm trying to get to know everything about you from the neck...UP! So these are not your typical, sexual, poetical, prose. I'm trying to close the door on that all too familiar, freaky, foreplay game, with which most guys have chose to approach you. While they're trying to get deeply imbedded in the fine fibers of your bed sheets, I'm trying to find and define the fibers with which your mind speaks.
I want to engage you...by putting a two karat solitaire diamond on your mind and marrying your every thought! I want to lick every inch of every crevasse, so I can get an oral fix from each orifice, and taste your passionate imagination.
I'd rather be naked and exposed, holding you, as we're lying and you're crying, while confiding and describing, the tough times you had in life, and how you don't know if you can keep a relationship long enough to be somebody's wife!
I wanna feel the heartbeat of all your inner rhythms, as they lead me towards your warm, wet, waterfalls, of feminine thoughts, and I'll swim within em'. From backstrokes, to breaststrokes, I'm penetrating every entrance to your mind. Taking my time to find out everything about you.
Did I ever tell you about how you, fell asleep in my presence, and your mere essence, kept me up for hours as I cowered with this feeling of a sexually unadulterated mental connection? And as you laid by my side, I pushed my blinds aside, and took the time in the moonlight of that night, to count 72 eyelashes on the upper eyelid of your right eye.
So now I'm standing here...ready to trade in all the sexual acts that we've performed, for the chance to reform the very foundation, and basis, of this relationship.So I reiterate my opening statement...and I offer you, another penny...for your thoughts.
Actually, and my father would spank you for making that comparison, it is nothing like fishing. When you fish, it could be a matter of merely moving your rod to the right say one meter and you'll be swimming in fish. In fact, maybe you are right, maybe it is like fishing, but not the way you say it. You just have to know what lure to use, and where to go (hehe, there was this one reeve where my father and I would fish, and the whole thing would literally be full with people.. but only my father and I knew the right spot to catch most of the fish..).
But do you get what I am saying here Tom?
There is no barrel for the fish to hide in in the sea - though nowadays there's tons of pollution for them to die in, a lot of garbage for them to get stuck in, and a lot of leftover fishing lines that stretch 70+ km across the sea for them to get killed by - unless you throw one in there for them.
However, if you are fishing by a shore, don't expect pike to just jump on your lure. You can get rock bass right by the shore, or sun fish/crappy/small mouth and large mouth bass with your occasional blue gill and extremely occasional pikes (at dusk, in stronger current on the edge of the algae) a little further out, say 30 meters. And, by the looks of your poetry, you're not even fishing for pikes, you're looking for sword fish or something like that.
I mean, this is an eat or be eaten world and I fear comfort is a wile that too many people fall prey to. You are a good poet and you should push that fact into people's faces if you want them to recognize it - to some extent you might call that whoring yourself, but you can't seriously expect great publishers to go out of their way to notice you either, because then the same fault is applicable; you're whoring modesty instead of pride. So to that end, I can understand that you might also be afraid of rejection, or being misunderstood... but oh well, that's a part of life and something you have to fight to get what you want. And I say this not knowing what you want, I mean from the poetry slams and that one piece of yours being published in a magazine I imagine you want your poetry to become something in this world. But by staying here, and not doing anything, you may be comfortable.. but you won't get what you really want, you'll just get the imbeciles that frequent these websites because they KNOW their poetry is worthless. Do you want to be one of them and just that?
You used to talk about genius as a misunderstood factor, as if completely being rejected by all of society stood to say that this individual was either insane, or above them in some abstruse manner. Do you really think/feel a majority of the world doesn't get you Tom?
La-di-da mate, you'd have like 4 if I didn't feel like a whore (being the only one to comment on your pieces).
Post some more though, and I'll molest you.. ya know? And I really.. SERIOUSLY.. prefer the one comment you have.. it's just so amazing you know? All of mine are so.. buh (except the ones from this guy who calls himself aerosol (wtf??)). And by buh, I mean BUH!
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