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I've lost my poetic edge (Free verse) by thepinkbunnyofdoom I can't seem to find it
That sense of motovation
The drive I've had for most of my life
Sure I still see things in a poetic view
But I don't know
Maybe its just writers block
Possibly loss of insperation
But whatever it is..
I've been sleeping at night
Which should tell you something is wrong
I haven't been smoking half as many cigarettes
I'm not sitting around thinking
Feeling lonely or rejected
What scares me most
Is that this isn't like me
I haven't picked up a guitar in ages
Much less howled in furious rage
My skin no longer feels like my prison
Nor do words flow from my pen
Scares me to say it, But I've lost my poetic edge
Up the ladder:
Reminder of Failure
Down the ladder:
I Can't Move On
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Posted: July 19, 2003 11:25 AM PDT; Last modified: July 19, 2003 11:25 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.9688406 Overall Rank: 118 Comments:
Usually, one must possess something in order to lose it. Glad to see you bucking trends. Maybe what you thought was a poetic edge was actually a ruptured strawberry flavored condom, and now your face is pregnant?
This coming from the False Apollo? I'm still more poetic than you'll ever give me credit for.
You mean like how you are in the top ten poets on this site and stuff? lol? Why do you need me to give you credit? I believe you blow enough smoke up your own ass for the two of us, you don't need my approval, you're a chirping testament to your own misconceptions. Perhaps, you just need a trophy for your mantel, or a minion to serve you up a dose of a reality. That being a slice of humble pie and a pair of glasses, because, you my friend, are on the freeway of happy meals and franchised clowns on the bike of denial.
Oh I realise that you don't feel I'm among the top ten poets here. Thats my opinion not yours(As you'd say blowing smoke up my own ass). Still I'm more poetic than you'll ever give me credit for being. Just a statement. Not meant to be offensive, just stated.
I disagree, and if you go through your poetry collection you will find that I'm right. I've always given you credit where it was due, and I also believe you to be a less nauseating read than scores of others.
True that, True that, I'm sorry, I've just been incredibly drunk these past few days. Well drunk or stoned but either way, I'm sorry. My bad, Party Fowl on me.
how much goddamn credit you want? eh? is it really all its about man, the good ole thumbs up? I wrote A Sailors Bottle Message concerning your deserved credit.. creative you may be, indeed.. but does it hurt so much to simply let go and admit: theres more work to be done.. and my furry friend, you got alot of hoppin ahead of you, and i got alot of sailin ahead of myself..
I apologise, I'm sorry, I'm really really drunk and I have 8 people at my house naked(Only two of them female sadly enough). I have no clue what that has to do with anything other than me being naked drunk and sorry. Can you forgive me?
Im not jesus. ;P
awww lil wabbit, dont worry, i got a case of writers block aswell.. after the monk and ballerina poems my brain had an overload and short circuited... lets just say my heads a bowl of fried shrimp. ;P
I'm currently needing a detox, Right now my mind is so blurred that thoughts and Ideas make no sense to me, and I'm feeling paranoid. Paranoiya and my writing are not really good friends.
want some fried shrimp?
Only if its breaded first, and you bring the special brownies for dessert.
i understand ...
i currently have nothing to offer maybe it's cuz i never had it or it's all this weed i've been smoking or the weed i have not been smoking maybe it's cuz we both live in the same boring state
Maybe its...
Cuz, I can't seem to wake up Stuck in a state of dazzling daydreams Could be I'm so fucked up From all the bud I've been blazing Or the lack there of Stuck in my lungs I don't think your in the same state of mind But yeah our locations aren't far apart By the way, Have you ever heard of a band called the Random Heros?
lol i wasn't trying to be poetic in my comment at all
but that's a good revision no who are the Random Heros
So was I. I think I'm pretty good at rewrites.
Local Band, Very Kickass.
I have no creative thoughts at the moment so I shall write a poem about it!
unless this is a creative thought anyway a bit too smart/postmodern/ for me
One of the first symptoms of writer's block (among dunces, at least) is that you start writing poetry about writing poetry, or "meta-poetry" if you will. At the very least you write shitty poemes about the room you are sitting in, or what you can see out your window (this actually inspired my timeless classic AIDS in a van), or how it's not your fault you've got writer's block because you're off your mash on ecstasy pipes. Here are some classic examples:
http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j Having exposed his meta-poemes for what they are - the thoughtless ramblings of a teenage mega-spastic blundering through poemeranker on a giant cack wagon - my advice to thepinkbunnyofdoom would be to give up and move on to meta-meta-poetry. Here, I'll start you off... I tried to write some poemes about writing poemes But they were shit
Hmm.. Meta-poetry. I thought that was a trend started late 18th century that died out til about the early 20th century and something entirely different, but As you will my Grace, But lets take it a step even further.
I thought about writing poems about writing poems about writing poetry, But then again that seemed a bit foolish to me For shortly there after a messenger of GOD came and pronounced it shit So I said fuck it and Quit
Hmm i find if ur happy u tend not to write that well - only tortured writings make good works?! i was on the top 10 once... oh happy days.
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Take a 7 for reminding me of how terrifying it is to grow up and how much better I am for having done it!