PoeticMisconceptions's profile
AGE:
16
LOC: Crosby, TX
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 12
LOC: Crosby, TX
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 12
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I’m Dani.
I find inspirtation in the way sand forms under my feet, those special smiles he gives me, the way the stars glisten and twinkle with secrets at midnight, the stories told from a smiling mouth, seen through those dreaming eyes. I breathe for my lover, my friends, my writing and music. I love tire swings and Hollowfield, the gentle kisses of sunshine, the otherworldly magic of incense and lava lamps, and finding faces in clouds. Fantasy is the skin that holds me together when reality gets tough. Creativity pulses through me like blood in my veins. And magic is as much a part of me as it is you.
Welcome.
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Version One A silver transcendence, Swinging away the moon of tonight, Breathes in stars and light. Version Two A silver transcendence, Outshining the moon's glory tonight, Breathes in stars and light. Version Three Silver luminescence, Exhaling artificial light, Outshines Moon tonight.
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A nirvana of seeds, all with exotic deeds, Transforming dreams into a muse's wings. Shapes of every color and texture of every twist, To all it is hard to resist. Flowers shackled to the soil with no escape, The breeze mislaying tranquility in its wake, leaves Drooping, Snooping,  ...
Version 2
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She's a piece of paper intertwined with good intentions; a sponge to soak up tears,a loyal holder of ink fantasies. Blindingly white, the emptiness in her is blaring, flaring. Caught up is she in dreams of all she wishes she could be, an airplane to fly across the sea, a wadded ball hurled between you and me. How astonishing, to become a rocket ship- over stars she'd trip! - a lone white in the unatural black of tonight. Perhaps she could become a child's work of art, the start of another DaV...
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For you, I'd detect the smallest whisper in the midst of fall these screams, I'd pluck stars to plant, it'll grow wings with wishes to grant. I'd capture sweet words that you'd be able to store, always able to hear more, And yet, I spot this core with hearts that have so much more to pour... This offer for a second-hand love is eternal, Until the moon fades forever lines appear across the journal... Keep in mind the collection of worded design, Are you sure your choice is to be entwine...
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Your footsteps fade here, Engraved in this mind they sear. Words of hate and lies and passion, Have you learned nothing in the stories of soul-wrenching assassins? What happens when you drown in liquor, What happens when your eyes roll and flicker? Fetal position as these nightmares creep in, What happens when your luck is a dead end? No more than a broken figurine, These thoughts are ruthless and obscene. I want to scream, slipping at the seams, Leave me, leave me be… So suck it in...
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When you are doing the dialogue, I suggest adding in movements here, shuffling there, the background music and the things that are continously going on around the characters. It maked it more 3D, you know? 'JON Shit. Jon gets into his Porche' I suggest putting the actions in parenthesis. Something, anything, to set it apart from the text. Never fails, I always thought thats what he was saying, until I realized. It would just make it easier to read, and your fans would appreciate it, I'm sure....
I love the continious references to Greek Mythology. I do love the Gods and Goddesses, but I fear I do not know half of the names you mentioned in the poem. However, that was not your fault, but mine. I also love your extensive vocabulary. I had to look a few words up, but I like that. 'The creeping evidence of venereal disease From committing brazen acts of ecstasy.' This quote had me laughing out loud. I love the way you worded it. The only thing I noticed was at the very end, 'What, for me...
This piece is, surely, the beginning to a very in-depth plot. It sounds interesting, if a bit over my head. I dont pretend to know much of the older centuries politics, though I do deem this interesting. A historical story is difficult. You have to continiously look up information, check, double-check, and - Oi. My historical stories have never lasted. I wish yours the best of luck, and its seems to be beginning very strong. Keep it up! :)
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