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By Now (Free verse) by Lie2MePinnochio
By now, the sun has burned streaks in my hair and darkened my skin; an over-exposed negative like the rest of California. I feel louder by speaking less, for the summer has become a dull roar the only sounds which make sense anymore, are the crickets and the cicadas. We met at some random party you know, one of those THINGS little need for words we let our bodies direct us and made some kind of love The next morning, we went to sleep on the shore; our late-night romance was a sunburn by the afternoon Today, I simply watched as he, shirtless, made a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich Take it easy, man Adios, mis amigos The saga of beach culture will continue as long as there are gnarly waves While inland, High Society climbs atop poverty, rising higher and higher as they pile up Surf a big one for me dude, while the world is in despair Perhaps there is time for last-minute self-improvements; At the gym, a piece of Japanese currency, strung on a chain, beats against my chest It is time to go back. The polar ice cap is melting; I thought about this while I soaked in the hot tub Buzzzzzzzzzzz….buzzzzzzzzzzz Under a last of my beautiful skies

Up the ladder: A Poet's Rifle
Down the ladder: sick love

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.1666665
Weighted score: 5.0448236
Overall Rank: 6979
Posted: August 26, 2003 11:34 PM PDT; Last modified: August 27, 2003 12:23 AM PDT
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[0] DreamerSupreme @ 204.31.162.180 | 27-Aug-03/1:21 AM | Reply
whats this? rambling? funny. lets ask picasso.
[n/a] Lie2MePinnochio @ 67.119.27.14 > DreamerSupreme | 27-Aug-03/10:49 AM | Reply
All I'm saying, is that art and poetry do not belong together. FUrthermore, Picasso's genius is far greater than anything I have seen written. You know why its so hard to write poetry? Because things speak for themselves, life speaks for itself. What Picasso did was reveal and expose hidden layers that nobody else could have seen. Your "Boxer" poem sucked, because it didn't tell me anything NEW.
[0] DreamerSupreme @ 204.31.168.209 > Lie2MePinnochio | 27-Aug-03/6:20 PM | Reply
1: art wasnt brought into it, you had to bring it into this, all i did was use picasso's way of painting as a usefull way to describe how the mans face looked like after being beaten silly.

2: who gives a shit if his genius is far greater than anything written? his art doesnt TELL ME ANYTHING either.. it showed something maybe, but what that is, i dunno, im not a painter.

3: my boxer poem wasnt sposed to tell you anything either. It wasnt written to tell you anything new, and poetry doesnt exist just to tell people things moron. maybe it was sposed to reveal the world of boxing maybe? wasnt the purpose either, but i can think of alot of bullshit to justify my poem.. but i wont, since thats silly.

I wrote it because i could, i wrote it because i love to write. THATS IT. and when some asshole comes in and gets all high and mighty because i mentioned picasso, and gives me a 4, i get pissed, because: you could of simply told me it sucked, gave me a 4, and not show your ignorance.

No, you had to defend picasso, as if i spray painted over one of his masterpieces..

and personally, his paintings dont reveal shit to me, and ive read a million things that to me are worth more than his paintings..
[n/a] Lie2MePinnochio @ 67.119.24.249 > DreamerSupreme | 28-Aug-03/11:12 AM | Reply
I suggest that you not post poetry on this site if you aren't prepared to hear what people think of it.
[n/a] TanHand @ 209.122.234.136 | 27-Aug-03/8:15 AM | Reply
Sometimes I wish I led such a poetic life. I'm jealous, frankly.
[7] <~> @ 167.206.181.179 | 27-Aug-03/8:32 AM | Reply
sweet. in a bitter sort of way.
[8] eliastemplar @ 216.147.132.8 | 27-Aug-03/9:35 AM | Reply
Depressing, California left a bad taste in my mouth. Everyone told me I went to the wrong parts. I think I just saw through it quicker than they did. I like the way you wrote this poem. I just wish it were about something else. Perhaps that is near to the inteded effect. (8)
[8] Sasha @ 69.138.236.63 | 13-May-04/12:59 PM | Reply
I like gnarly.
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