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AGE:
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LOC: Columbia, SC
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: April 25
LOC: Columbia, SC
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: April 25
Hello, my name is Brian. I’m a writer currently residing in Columbia, SC. I also like to do alot of other things such as traveling, drawing, and exchanging ideas. I have a wide sense of taste so I usually don’t look for a particular genre, subculture, or style. Many things can appeal to me and catch my eye. I love building with artists and creative people so don’t feel hesistant to drop a line and let me know what’s up, we can definately have discussions or swap thoughts back and forth. Peace
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When you are young and your eyes can only see stars, your mother is the most divine being that could possess a place upon the planet. In the perspective of a lonely child cradled by only one deity, your mother is All and can do no imaginable wrong. You know nothing that can make her reputation seem fallible. She is your entire universe and every single angel that you could name. And your world with her is bliss because the outside world harbors only madness. I felt I had chosen wisely to stay...
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She is a shallow poetry goddess Her love is for psychological cinema Images reverberant in brain nubs Classrooms of shallow artists Hanging themselves on coat racks for no reason Other than pleasing a golden calf made of brass In the omnipresent rule of this dear divine queen Waves crash for no reason Beaches have a sun that shoots no rays Hatred circles about in a nothing ball Energy is wasted and Kings lose their heads Shrews are knighted, a forest fire ignites No reason given- just a repet...
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What mine eyes hath seen in a translucent serene- The American Dream. What would break bellies to cream, Chanting arms and legs down just for the pleasure to crawl, Looking in the machine for the meaning of it all? Bells toll, they shimmer and shake in earthquakes Amazing amazement the Truth Sayers forge swords To reclaim a magnificence in the mundane Yet how easily they are already slain The moon wanes like the sun; a mistress for everyone In the grasp of the eye, seemingly held in forked fi...
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VIII. “Love Me Feed Me Shower me exclusively Hug me, hug me Suck me off- And FUCK you, Feed my machine!” Here we go around Mulberry Bushes Monkeys and Weasels Popping themselves for attention See, I never saw my Art as a social Get me off Love me love me eternal night stand I put my poetry in Papyrus Knew I was a written word Artist My profit was bad penmanship Turned beautiful by the burning spirit Of All Things Because an eye for an eye Kills the Third in Karma So it was connection My piece...
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VII. Tired poetry can only grit teeth and Stab weak tips of led against paper Gritty as concrete. Exhausted poetry can only smash itself Into crumbled flakes of pencil Before it can start to make literary sense In slurred chaos, for the poetry is tired. It is tired of economy, philosophy, love, and hate. Tired of yin-yang, gun control, suicide, homicide, Genocide, culture, cults, magic and dreams. Such poetry can only scream In a volume lower than a whisper Forced like handcuffs before its wo...
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Great, great poem. The conclusion was funny as hell and not obvious. You gave the flow of the poem a nice treatment and allowed humor to be a strong element throughout the piece in relating to the human body and artistry. I enjoy how you had Arthur Miller in the poem, the whole poem gave me this modernist middle 20th century feel, and I enjoyed the relationship between the cap and the cock. It made me think about how we think with our minds as well as with our passions or desires, and how can...
Deep, I like it, because creation is so natural yet man complicates everything by trying to rearrange or manipulate nature, and an artist creates from their own nature
I like the sentence structure, very sensual the way it winds down. Good word choices- "liquefied" "charlatan" "tenuous". Also, "laced skinny" confuses me, should there be a comma after laced? "Icepacks and champagne collide" is cool. Nice, I like it, and the repetition of the title word works well to capture the mind in this poem.
I feel you, man. The main reason I like to use this website is to share my viewpoints, stories, and poetry with other writers and literary artists in order to bridge gaps and learn from one another. I think the reviewing process is interesting because it sort of gaurantees that in order for someone to see what another person has said or felt about your writing, you have to also do the same for someone else in order to get the points. I think the best review is the kind that critiques the writ...
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