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Black Hole Soul (Free verse) by Red_is_life

Look through my eyes And deep in to my soul, There's nothing there at all Just a black hole. No glimpses of humanity, Just an evil race, This is why you see nothing, Behind my deathly face. You used to see light behind my eyes, Coming from your torch. How can I be pure and kind When all my mind is scorched? You used to say there was hope. That I could be pure and sweet. But after you changed me Could you recognise me in the street?

horus8 16-Jul-02/2:53 AM
Well i'll tell you as soon as you mutate a little more into some different styles, and start tweeking things around, and taking bigger risks you'll feel alot more protected by " how you personally are discovering your own style of writing". Basically if you mix improv with a sturdy foundation of classical training, do it for 6 to ten hours a day everyday (if not make up for it in reading) by the time you're say twenty seven or so wink. wink (not that i'm twenty-seven cuz well i'm not?) well i'm actually turning twenty-eight in August. Anyway point being money. money. Writing for cash and making your mark. This never occurs in poetry of course, I'm speaking in realistic terms. Above ground free-lance writing. Below ground underground poetry. Get the best of both worlds. Aim high shoot straight don't forget to masturbate. Buck the system. Que no!




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