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A screenplay just developed in my mind...

You know how great that would be? Build the theme around the life of a maid who wants to rap...very nice material!

I loved this! I need to read more of your pieces.

I used to write short-fiction and creative non-fiction pieces, I wasn't the biggest fan of writing young adult. I dappled in children's stories, but they are actually pretty difficult to write! Fitting such a big message in little space in a ...

Thanks, saw. Glad you enjoyed it.

It's like a vicious cycle, yet the only things that "recycle" are the selfish and bad ideas/choices. Lives in the hands of people no more or less important than the typical civilian. But we certainly don't have our children prepared for when their generation ...

the day after the break-up
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save the flowery
wisdoms for the philosophers
and pour me another pint.



Those three lines scream Joe. I think you and I share a lot of the same views and philosophies, but express them in our own, unique ways. I think I could pick out your ...

The happy faces speak while hiding
their tongues, spotted
like the blue and purple-inflicted
hands that are decaying.

And as valleys stretch across
these poked and prodded hands,
they hold on to mine, warning me
to turn a deaf ear to those
happy faces.

I never knew my hands could be colder
than ...

Reminds me of Buddhist doctrine. Our actions and desires add links to the never-ending chain of cause and effect. When we strive to end this cycle, we make the infinite even longer still. Only by embracing the path of non-being can one hope to attain this "unconditioned state." Of course, hope is a ...

"laced with slight melancholy"

that is not something to cover up, with now some attempt at positive sounding.

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It's not really how I see things, it's how I feel them and the melancholy comes from the understanding of the unfortunate way some things can be, but since I'm not the type of person ...

the one eyed jack winks at the joker
they hang out at a tavern called The Confession Booth
the priest is the bar tender and he serves a great bloody
mother Mary
there's another favorite called Psychoanalysis
another drink less popular called John Wayne is a Nazi
Micky Finnegan's Wake is the ...

[quote="constantine"]
i was young, things got out of hand,
a victim of some sort of generational glitch
a behavioral loop that feeds upon itself
with no outlet, no release
and nobody was watching
no signals or warnings,
no signs posted, just
do it, squelch it, forget about it
and then do it ...

In Mid-April,
as the sun lays to rest the rainy, tropical morning,
I sat on the old wooden banister
overlooking the lively parking lot.
Sitting on last month's layer of pollen
and today's polluted rain,
the wind threatened my balance.

This wind,
created by decades of lies,
closed eyes,
missing ...

Thank you. I love this website so far. Over the years I've realized that most of my pieces are laced with slight melancholy, but end in hope and determination. I believe that's how things should be.

This is a very sensual piece. Beautiful, yet eerie all at once with so much melancholy with a whisper of hope, reminiscence, and settlement for the future. Absolutely beautiful.

This is part 2 of "when love is lost and even the birds think you're an asshole." If you wanna read the first part, it can be found here:

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=18163&sid=ba3b1ea58385f5974552570130d2b43d


I knew living with my parents again was going to be an ...

"brave enough to sing"
Pow erful words
Delight ful words.

No thought necessary with this much heart, i'd say.
REEEEE lly enjoyed reading this and I also like your name.
H 8)

Thanks! "Sarong Song" is a nickname of mine because when I'm not working, I'm typically in a sarong--and I have blue eyes ...

good poem, I'm wondering though, is this part of other poems,
I'm trying to see through your eyes, I always try to look through
the poet's eyes, mine and yours, as a poem like this one took
a lot of thought, did it not?


You're correct, this was actually two poems I put together. The first two ...