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Fake Happiness (Free verse) by WithoutLife

I look happy and joyful, But the look in my eyes shows pain. You hear a contagious laugh, But I sob in silence. The smell of my lotion fills the room, But it is to cover the scent of showering tears. Friends enjoy the sweet snacks of our get together, But numbness has seized my taste buds. I fool you with my warmth, But then you touch my ice cold hands. My secret is out

Everyone 9-Jan-04/9:16 PM
No they don't, you cretin. Editors are supposed to catch the odd mistake, not systematically correct every word because the author is too duncely to spell.

The first refuge of the moron with an inflated idea of their own "creativity" is to claim that spelling, punctuation and grammar are irrelevant to writing poetry. You think there is some beautiful, deep spiritual feeling in your soul which you express to create poetry. You are wrong. Poetry is not "the expression of my feelings in words". "Creativity" is for weaving a sausage cosy for your mother in arts & crafts class. It means dick in poetry.

Poetry is knowing how to fucking use language. Great poets aren't great because they express their fucking feelings. They're great because of their incredible command of English.

If you can't spell, you can't write good English, and if you don't know how to write good English, how the fuck do you think you'll be able to write poetry? It's like saying you want to be a sculptor, but you don't want to go through the difficult work of learning how to chisel. If you were a sculptor you'd create a marble abominations that looked like a mauled hunchback, but you'd think it was beautiful because it expressed your love for best friend.

What you're writing isn't poetry. It's guff. You can't write a pleasant-sounding sentence to save your life. Read your work out loud. It's absurd.

"Your tears blind you
You cannot see"

Who the fuck are you trying to kid? You're not in a fantasy novel. People who know how to write don't write like that, because it sounds like a retard being crushed by a bulldozer.

In conclusion, stop posting. Thanks!




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