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[The Great Ma Chao]

That is from awesome!

Agreed.

[mangosta]

That is from awesome!

Agreed.

Hehe. Thank you very much. :]

I didn't really expect any feedback, so it's really nice. Especially from you two.

[mangosta]

Wow.

That is pretty much the only word that can describe it. Just... wow.

That is beautiful.

[mangosta]

Really. :]

And you're welcome.

[gargantuan]

Repost it! 

[mangosta]

Awwh. :[

Never hate your own creation. It was really good!

[tonic pancake.]

2007.08.1000:13
the engine seems to be getting louder, he says
i can barely hear him through the noise
is it getting closer?
my curiosity grows more than my fear.
lights, blinking, bright
bigger, bigger, increasing in size
it's there, coming down through the clouds, he yells
the engine an overbearing whir. 
suddenly, a crash, darkness
before it's over i know my fate
he crawls through the flames
barely recognizable as man
he dies first
and i'm left thinking
that i'll never feel your heartbeat again
or hear your laugh
or see your eyes
i'm left thinking
my love is still unrequited. 

[Jade Reichert]

i l9ve it. That is much better than I could have ever done. i'm hard on myself too. Writers, good writers are never satisfied with their work. That's what my favorite English teacher always said.

[85283-071]

It feels so good to think it sometimes
Why I oughtta slap the shit out of you
Maybe you or you or you
The left lane is for passing on through

You know I got a groove
It's a transcendental groove too
Step aside cats I'm on the move
Infinity in a park in dirty denim

Left alone you know I'm a hippie ass
Talk to the skies and plants kind of shine
With no concept of time
All the bugs and plants are the same kind

Step on my toes
And oh they're so easy to find
Sometimes
Should I count to ten? And then?

This comedy can turn into a drama
Any time
But that's not what I want
That's not who I am

I am the man standing outside the man
Just don't reel me back in
As if
You
Can

[Briezion]

Serina, I adore the Leg poem, I relate to it in any way humanly possible. <3
May I save it?

Heres mine, only two i've ever seriously written.

Wind up Doll
Buy me.
Wind me.
Watch me go.
Dressed in pink.
Dressed in blue.
Can't you see I'm too good for you?
I'm a wind up doll.
Sitting.
Spinning.
Playing a song.
Too long, Too long.
Playing a song.
In the Shopkeepers window.
Sitting.
Spinning.
Playing a song.
I'm a wind up doll.

Marrionette

Set on Strings.
Balls for Joints.
No control of my own.
You hold it all.
I'll dance.
Glance.
I'll move.
To prove.
Nothing.
But to entertain.
Shoals.
Herds.
Gaggles.
Of people.
Come see me and laugh.
Come see me and giggle.
I'll impersonate Marie Antionette.
Fore I'm a Marionette.

[gargantuan]

I liked ¡ɐısnlɐpuɐ uǝıɥɔ un's a lot.

Un chien andalusia?

[Jade Reichert]

She Comes
By Jade Thomason


Water gleams in the night,
Her hair so full of rain,
And wet beauty in the light,
Throwing you around, blindly insane
She begins to play with your heart,
Delighted in her power,
An animus flower,
From the earth an undying part,

Old Copper falls in her eyes,
When she cries out, “make war,”
It seems elegant and wise,
For in her lay Varta’s stars,
Unseen by unworthy eyes, save mine,
I sigh, and depart from where I stood,
Unwilling to wait for a sign,
If she would come, love her I could,


Figures stir round her face,
Old memories that dance,
If I could just touch that place,
Where demons fear not to prance,
If she would come to grace us in love,
I would be enlightened with gladness,
And all elvish things made tearless,
Alas, she has left with her dove,

[mangosta]

This one is kinda weird. I don't know what to think about it. Based on a dream I had once.

Mr. Novemeber man
With a shiny black briefcase in hand
He'll sell you these ideas he doesn't understand
And leave you in the road for the vultures to have at

He's Mr. November man
Selling candy on the corner of Sixth and Cheyenne
He'll feed it to you slowly and you'll see the promised land
And then he'll abandon you right there to make it home on your own

He's Mr. November man
Got a tophat and poems about lions and lambs
And tomorrow you'll find yourself on the tram
All the way in New Mexico, not knowing where to go

[Jade Reichert]

i have only one thing to say to that.    **claps with hands high in the air.**

Here We Are

here we are,
how did we come so far?
I can not say for certain.
crash, bang, boom, splat,
down and dirty with the rats,
so where are you?
I loved you too,
I thought you saw me in the dark,

there I lay,
"oh how dare you," i say,
though i know no one can hear,
my dizziness,
and grief strengthen the madness,
so you like it?
feeble I sti,
just waiting for a light to shine,

bored of sleep,
and to tired to weep,
I find some music to play,
plink, plunk, plunk, plink,
the melody plays on till I think,
of something else,
how many days to go now?
as I sleep there,

I hold your gift I weir,
the unturth of the ring startles me,

there it was,
laden with gems it twas,
encircled by it's bright glow,
ding, clang, bang, dong,
as it fell like a love song,
so where are they?
to find me stained,
with uncouth brands and red star tatoos,

here we are,
sleeping with doors ajar,
i can not say for certain,
scream, cry, punch, sleep,
out you went to weep,
of the mistake,
but not awake,
and I was condemned to die.

[preferpencil]

gargantuan--thanks for the compliment. it's a comparison poem, i suppose. i used to work with what people would call "retards" --the line goes from mongoloid to handicapped to retard to disabled...like all minorities, the terms get "friendlier" the more society accepts the group. (mmm. used to use "jigs" to count any # based on the job and put those nails/screws in baggies--that was their "job") and so, i compared them to King Philips' War--and the way Native Americans/indians (politically incorrect to show points) were treated, etc. it was also easy to make the # of nails/screws "9" in reference to the "group." i misspelled "mucus" and had a typo. thanks though. i enjoy the way you're able to move into different formats, etc.

ThirtyWhacks--it was a compliment! and i find it easier to write about misery, so I was just commiserating.

Lar/Cupid--"life gets in the way of living" <<>> your continued support for what I write and YOUR continued progress makes me one happy little woman. 

OhTheInnocence--i have no idea why you don't think more of your writing. none. you know what i think. 

and folks in general--I probably won't have time to share what I think is grand about all your efforts on a frequent basis. I'll say it one last time though. Anything you write is yours forever. No one will ever write the same thing, in the same exact way --EVER. So save your writing. Build yourself and your blocks and what feels comfortable to you.

Then you'll all be famous. And even if you're not, you'll have something better than a pair of jeans to pass down to someone...

I may now double or triple-post. Don't get on my shit about it. And if you do, make sure you get on the right side of it...