posted 10-22-2000 07:55 AM            

on thursday i got a letter from poetry.com saying that i was a semi finalist in their international competition and that i am now entering into the finals. yay! yay! i've entered the competition three times before and have never gotten farther than the semi finals so this is my first time this far and i'm very happy.

i posted the poem here before, the one called untitled (original enough huh?) so i'm all happy cause i liked it and i'm glad it's gotten this far.

posted 10-24-2000 04:45 PM            

Standing isolated and alone.
You dropped me and now I’m feeling the pain of the landing.
Today never happened, tomorrow will never come - I am stuck in my yesterday.
Re-running all the films in the back of my mind,
Watching as the flickering images of the past provoke a tear, as undesirable memories repeat themselves,
And good times make me laugh to myself in a pitiful deja vu;
A pathetic attempt to contain the cliché world in a glass jar.
It isn’t possible, I have decided.
Time keeps going, it does not let you sit down and remember
The knife keeps turning, it does not stop when the pain gets too much to bear
You must lower your estimations in people, they will never live up to the ones you hold now.
You must grit your teeth and greet the world with a smiley masquerade.
Grit your teeth, don’t cry, just pretend everything is fine like the rest of them.
Nothing is fine.

posted 10-28-2000 07:42 AM            

You were the first and only
To hold me.
You were the first to desire me in my entity,
Despite my inadequacy.
And this alien emotion directed towards me startled me entirely.
You caught me unawares,
You caught me with my guard down so cupid’s arrow passed undetected
And I stand affected.
I did not know how to accept it,
So I allowed you to woo me.
I allowed love to take it’s shots at my vulnerability.

But love is such a misinterpreted word,
And unknowingly I misunderstood the contract.

I listened to her body language until it saturated my head.
I watched her advances
As if I were watching a firework display at Halloween,
Each decorative explosion high in the sky
Oblivious to it’s spectators.
Were you aware?
As I sit next to you, yet watching from afar
As not to disturb the natural habitat
While she does that.
She smiles, you laugh.
I cry.
Were you aware that every second’s attention towards her
Was taken from me?
I watch this sickening show of ‘innocent’ flirtation
To my irritation
And before you return to me
I die,
In green.

by manic_224

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i drink to make other people more interesting.

posted 10-30-2000 12:41 PM            

lotus, post it god damn it. post it now!

oh and thanks laura, i don't think i've said hey to you yet. sorry. hey.

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i drink to make other people more interesting.

posted 10-31-2000 10:17 AM            

It's a good poem, manic. I just think that it makes it more challenging to try to rhyme and form coherent structure (e.g. pentameter), that's all. Who inspired you then?

posted 10-31-2000 01:23 PM            

some of that second poem rhymes, as intended and for it to work it has to be read well, with the right rhythm. if i write a poem that rhymes it sounds too 'elementary' for me.
some writers like to write in rhyme, some don't. whatever their style. this is mine and i like it.

and get your own face

posted 11-01-2000 01:21 AM            

They just turn out tacky.

posted 11-01-2000 02:08 AM            

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That, like, didn't rhyme.

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I hate to say it, but I am fairly certain that is a joke from our resident spastic cunt. Although surprise surprise, it wasn't funny! You couldn't even tell it was a joke.

posted 11-01-2000 02:20 AM            

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It's a good poem, manic. I just think that it makes it more challenging to try to rhyme and form coherent structure (e.g. pentameter), that's all

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