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ALChemy on Bookends by INTRANSIT 4 Jun 2005, 9:00 AM
That was really fun. A completely new format. quite refreshing. The alliterations make everything flow so the reader can just glide along this witty little ride you've constructed.
ALChemy on Soldier by kev_wannabe 4 Jun 2005, 8:48 AM
You mean "evil that lurks (in) this place"? Unpeacefulness? I'm all in for inventing words but this is too direct a poem for taking such liberties. I like the no BS approach though.
ALChemy on Bunnies crazy inlove by kev_wannabe 4 Jun 2005, 8:38 AM
This is either a brilliant piece of sarcasm or a chocolate covered turd.
INTRANSIT on The world's shortest poem by ALChemy 4 Jun 2005, 8:34 AM
By Grapthars' Hammer.....I don't know.
INTRANSIT on Vote Goats by ALChemy 4 Jun 2005, 8:32 AM
Unforunately, we've already been here. Save your breath for your writing.
INTRANSIT on Carte Blanche by ALChemy 4 Jun 2005, 8:31 AM
Love this. My -Bookends- may interest you.
INTRANSIT on A Fool's Errand by ALChemy 4 Jun 2005, 8:29 AM
bleed their wrists seems cliche. the rest is true.
ALChemy on Carte Blanche by ALChemy 4 Jun 2005, 7:18 AM
I used "schizophrenic" because people look like there talking to themselves and when one rings like 5 different people try to answer thier phones.
Yes, once. Is that sufficient?
So, could you solve it?
Oh. Crap. Guess I walked into that.
You're not reading the question carefully. There is no such trickery as you imagine. The answer is a volume.
zodiac on lawngazing by skaskowski 4 Jun 2005, 6:50 AM
How were the bottles busted on a blanket? Not that it matters, I'm just curious.
INTRANSIT on lawngazing by skaskowski 4 Jun 2005, 6:42 AM
I saw the broken bottles and mirror as stars. So I went down the romance path and then the skull stopped my treading.
zodiac replying on Snow by lil_evil_boi 4 Jun 2005, 6:41 AM
re: "u cant actually smell the sweetness of the snow" - Yes, of course you can. And snow does smell sweet, like wet mittens. And even if it didn't you could still smell its sweetness. And how many users are you? I count three.
Actually it is. I trust those with writing experience to know what needs to be done to bring a poem in line, then let the 'ranker knock the burrs off. No, not shamefully unless this is all ten times condensed. Go for it. Wring out the other nine chapters. Size doesn't matter to me in poetry.
Hope it's better now. I've written about ten times more of this than I've posted. Shamefully.
1) The bars were closed. True story. 2) I hope so. No, I know so. I have a hard time thinking of good Spanish names. When I need one, I think of someone I met in Mexico whose name never made it in an Enrique Iglesias song. 3) I dunno. Spanish speakers don't capitalize it. 4) No. The hacienda's where the big boss lives, the residencia's where exchange students and bored Mexico City kids live. 5) In that earlier version, Heaven (Cielita) was a girl who lived at a black magic store. True story. Incidentally, the main work of the staff at the black magic store I knew was carving Jesuses with enormous phalluses. I dropped all that from the poem though. For the better. 6) They're revolutionaries. 7) I hope it's better now.