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AGE:
19
LOC: Bronx, NY
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: December 17
LOC: Bronx, NY
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: December 17
“There are two kinds of sufferers in this world: those who suffer from lack of life, and those who suffer from overabundance of life, I have always found myself in the second category”. That’s how I used to feel: I’d sometimes wonder if I’d ever have any sort of exhiliraton again – because the only way to excitement for me is having new, foregin experiences.
Now i have an answer: most of the people you meet are foreign.
Im saying that I enjoy meetng new people and having them enjoy human to human connection as much as I do. I perceive that reading peoples’ writing will widen my scope of human connection. Plus, I would love for people to appreciate my writing…if possible.
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I thought maybe I should tell my parents. then recalled all the pain my once stable, now outed friends carry (with their crutches); ruined by homophobic parenthood. youth who face adults with hellfire speech and condemnations that turn air to glass, who tumble apart like a fist full of confetti, a freshly shattered mirror, a breeze full of sand, a cough full of spit, a sky full of rain, solid thunder and anger and strength and all in labor to reassemble: some paper, a mirror a desert, saliva,...
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in bed on my forearms writing I notice my elbows poking into the mattress, drawing linear folds in the fabrics toward two points of cotton pressure; shifting the whole sheet. experimenting with fingers, making more dents in the mattress, and feet charting lines in different designs. dragging my limbs about like a lazy janitor, admiring how much chaos a single body can cause in a star-white, square speckled, grey striped universe. and soon the sheet and bed resemble a spider’s web caught in a ...
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Every now and again I receive large, brown, thick, manila envelopes from community activism groups, thanking me for collecting money for and participating in the AIDS walk. Or notifying me of the next meeting at FIERCE: FABULOUS, Independent, Educated Radicals for Community Empowerment. But whenever I receive these, its while on the job, in the east village, at my personal mailbox, which no one in my family knows about. But a spicy paranoia sets in whenever my younger brother enters my room h...
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Dear Mom, I play adult in this backwards relation and warm and open; the flexible gay. I hug, I condole, I am not displaced by spells spun against my orientation. it is a gloomy glorification: knowing my mom, on my shoulder, is shaken and cries, needingly, like children for cake and that when you’re gone, my steel-soft embankment will burst…abound with damned-up tears, greater, higher strung, sung with more distress than all the strings of any orchestra out there. notwithstanding the sympathy...
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this trifle of goose hair, sprung from my winter coat spins on the winds of my conversation like fizz on the rim of an 8 oz. can of, carbonated desperation. indecisively the goose down dances and makes gossamer glances at the ground. “should I settle? or keep making sporadic bounds in my caffeinated breath?” in my caffeinated breath my folderol feather and I ensconce
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The first two stanzas and the last stanza are my favorites, I like how the whole road metaphor comes back in the end. In Between, though, I get confused, have you really warned your mother about all your children? because that sounds a bit sarcastic, to "warn" your mother of grandchildren. This brings the reader to question whether or not you have really fathered children or is it metaphorical. Then, you say this line, which is great, "still born chinese characters", but now it seems like tho...
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Let me first off commend you on attempting a sonnet.I understand thinking that its ok to use middle english verb conjugations, given that the sonnet is so closely attached to it, but in todays society, it just seem pretentious. If you really want to live it up to shakespearean and modern standards, try writing in Iambic pentameter. Majestic and dimmest, is a bit pradoxical and is rhythmically unpretty, maybe some other adjectives that dont contradict eahch other, or do so in a move clever way...
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