Can't beat revision/essay inspired poems.

Stuff that hasn't actually happened is good too.

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"The good times are killing me..."

Are you procrastinating again?

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"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."
- Catullus

Well, to narcissistically quote myself (from a piece not yet published), the best kisses are the ones you never had
And do remember, you're talking about sex you haven't had YET, guys you haven't met YET and fags that you will never, EVER smoke because smoking is a horrible bad thing that will kill you with cancer and asthma and strangulation and pain and suffering and blood and terror and... Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. Slightly.


Anyway, nice to see the change of pace!
This is a lot more concrete, much more sort of grounded in reality. It really does suit you, because you've lost none of your eloquence, and you have gained more accessibility.

As you can perhaps tell, I seriously, SERIOUSLY dig the "I want everything so bad I can taste it"-line.


I dunno. It struck a really nice chord with me. So that's good.

The only thing about the poem that's got me a bit stumped is the tungsten-reference.
Because I don't really know what it means. I mean, I know that it's an element, of course, but I just don't know what sort of association I'm supposed to have with the word in the context of this poem.
Basically, what quality or flaw of tungsten in particular is relevant to the connection with your blood? I mean, what am I supposed to draw from the connection?

Maybe it's a cultural thing for you that we don't have here in Denmark or something? I dunno.



Anyway, awesome work, this

You should know, there are few things in life that can be much more satisfying than simply listening to someone. Especially someone intelligent, like you, so I'm not suprised at all that you've a friend who likes to do that. And don't ever feel guilty about rambling about yourself! Hell no. If someone doesn't want to listen, they can ask you very politely to shut up - that's just good manners!

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I want everything so bad I can taste it
- ~Llywenlla, from My Saving Grace

I love it. I love you.
I'm trying to write today, and nothing is coming, and... you write so well, you make it look effortless.

<3

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my war paint is sharpie ink

i love how raw this poem is! very passionate and well done

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From the Eternal Wound...

Tungsten, if you get the correct flame, will have holes burnt in it - and is insanely strong in other situations. It's a vulnerability reference Somethings strike me down, others I bear for as long as I possibly can. I'm really pleased that you like the rest of the poem, I quite like my realistic tone in this on, it's hard to recapture though... Fancy asking me a personal question so I can poem an answer to it? I just want something that'll spark reaction, and I can't think of anything myself.. Oh, by the way, I found the wind poem! I'll put it up here in due course

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_{There are a million in the Church tonight.}

Wow, that's reference is... nerdy. I LOVE IT

Mmmmmh, physics and chemistry. Two subjects that fascinate me, but which I've very little aptitude for.

... isn't it always like that? ^_^;;


Lessee, uuuh, personal question, says you?
Well, I could think of a few, but do you really want to discuss that in public forum? You're British! You're supposed to be almost permanently embarassed by everything.

Then again, I'm Danish, so I'm supposed to be fat, drunk and own a really awesome Hi-Fi stereo. That, or be a Viking. And since I haven't pillaged, raped, taken you and your family for slaves and burnt you down yet, I don't think I qualify.


Sooo... yeah. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah! Personal question! Right!

Well, sure, I mean, barring the very intimate ones, how about, what is your dearest hope for yourself?



Also yay! Looking forward to that poem. It's been a while in transition, hasn't it?

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I want everything so bad I can taste it
- ~Llywenlla, from My Saving Grace

But we are all too fucked to care
our eyes are glazed in city lights
falling onto us in tarnished rainbows.

this description actually stole the breath from my lungs.

You just don't stop improving. The flow of this one is effortless, and the words just stick in my head so much.

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NYARK...NYARK...

I LOVE YOU! I'm so pleased you like it How is your summer? <3333333333333

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_{There are a million in the Church tonight.}