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Creative Arts and Media => Creative Writing => Topic started by: scarypuppy on April 02, 2008, 11:31:31 PM
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A thousand fires flashing into life and death in a heartbeat, a memory caught within a cold lens.
Neon bars rising and falling to a steady robotic beat,
Wisps of smoke trace the sky, styles of dress encompassing all of human taste.
Eyes stung by traces of this.
With bodies shaken and heads held high, Long hair, tattered jeans, sweat slicked skin.
People seated on rocky floors, sturdy benches and leaning trees,
Hands filled by traces of this.
Mournful strings wind with angst filled koos,
Music plays, echoing into the dark, spilling into the empty city streets
I hear crying, shouting, moaning , laughing.
Voices of people I'll never meet, never know,
Ears are filled by traces of this.
Cold frozen foods that sting the teeth,
Tastes I cant name, place, line this narrow path.
Hot, burning foods steaming throughout.
Memories are filled by the essence of this.
As Music Plays, with life-filled lyrics of passive knowing,
As lights dance, playing across faces looking into the next,
as bodies entwine, loner and lover alike finding warmth,
as scents caress, demanding our physical reaction,
and as the Earth moves, holding us close and always accommodating....
Life and Humanity are all of this.
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Its very well written. Good job
Though I admit I'm too stupid to understand what it meant. *Hangs head in shame*
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Dis, you're not stupid. What do you think it means?
I think it's describing how Emo sees other people around him. I could be wrong though.
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I haven't the faintest idea. I know what all the words mean its just like my mind locks up when reading poetry.
If I had to guess and Im going out on a limb, I'd have to say it has something to do with his, or maybe humanity as a whole, feelings on what is observed by their senses.
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See, you can guess and be wrong, that's ok. It's how the world works, no?
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I don't like being wrong I feel retarded. :P
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I don't like being wrong I feel retarded. :P
But you're not. Silly scalie. :)
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the poem is about when I was little and went for the first time to a Promenade in LA, that night there were live bands and a food festival, I just tried my hardest to show the feelings and sights I saw
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the poem is about when I was little and went for the first time to a Promenade in LA, that night there were live bands and a food festival, I just tried my hardest to show the feelings and sights I saw
It's still very good, Emo. Are you on IMVU right now?
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negative, but I was thinking about it hah
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I was waaaay off. You know you write good poems when I can't decipher them
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I was waaaay off. You know you write good poems when I can't decipher them
Eh, you win some and you lose some. Can't beat em all.