JerdStyles's profile

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AGE: 21
LOC: Syracuse, NY
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 07

I live in a crappy area in CNY.  I take classes at a community college.  I drink too much and tend to smell offensive.  I like to play music, read, write, and listen to music.  Check out what I have on here.  Word.

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Poetry / Goals.
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Find goals, find happiness. Don't be another downward spiral. you can have this happen. I gotta think awhile.
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Poetry / City Shuffle
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Lonely in a room a million thoughts in mind. Thinking about all the wasted time. I pull up my memories: Some happy, some sad. Contemplating what I once had. I tie up my shoes. Back to the street, for being at the mission was but a place to eat. My cart is half empty of bottles and cans. My vice; it has got me, for I am but a man. My scruffy gray beard and the dirt on my hands brings sadness to my eyes, for it is all that I have I trudge down the street just hoping to eat, hoping to drink, awa...
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Ramble On
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The fucking rants seem unjust to most people, but I feel as if they're everything. Too many people in this worl want to walk all over eachother, and the disgust I feel for people just grows day after day. I tried to realize the good in the world, but as time rolls along, I realize it's dying. The people's faces turn to mush as I see through them. As their layers of lies melt of and I look into their person, I realize who they truly are and who they're looking out for. The mistrust of people i...
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Lyrics / Choice of Life
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I crawl through this concrete; No one by me. I close my eyes.  There's nothing to see. You speak of god, but I don't believe. You fear your life.  Why be concieved?   A painful decision.  A burden of mine. You say I'm wasting all of my time. A painful decision.  An open mind. Who is committing all of the crime? A righteous decision. I'm in my prime. I'm only chasing nickels and dimes. A righteous decision.  Fuck paradigms. We'll keep on searching until we find. &...
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All of the parties have rotted our minds. We could revolt but we're too drunk; too high. All of the time we've put into these could have been more; feed the homeless, save the trees. We're drunk and complain. Weed keeps you all sane. As we waste away, they feed on our brains, but we have no say as we save the day with the only way that we can hide pain. Something has gone wrong. Something must change. It has been too long; no god. Don't pray. Open your eyes now before it's too late. We now wo...
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Poetry / The Walls
I understand what you're trying to convey here, but I don't feel like it flows well. At times it's really choppy and has to be re-read to actually understand what you're getting at in the lines. I'd suggest going through and re-writing what you're trying to get out there. It's unclear. It has a good idea behind it, but like I said, just try to get it to make more sense in a whole. Good luck!
Poetry / poet
I like that you're showing a mind of a poet from the perspective of a poet. With open minds and open hearts people will be able to understand and really understand poetry. As this shows, poets are different from most people. I liked the "words glide like oil" line because it shows the smoothness of words that a writer can have that others who just talk rather than write cannot fully capture.
Quotes / Religion
I like where you went with this. It shows the change of the world in a simple way. People look back at years before and realize the changes. I think that you captured it well.
It reads really smoothly. I like the idea of the tree cutting and describing each bit of the part there. But some stuff really seemed forced, like the last 4 stanzas. It seemed just like you were trying to rhyme it rather than speak it. "shall I caress your hand" is that supposed to be the chainsaw or what is going on with that, I am not too sure. But it is pretty good, just if I could understand it more it would be that much better. jerd
I really was digging this one. I liked how you talked about memories and how they dig your grave. I liked the dark way it was written and the gothic style it was portrayed in. It was really cool. Great job.