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impressive said:
Let's talk about a poem, here. Eh?
how is it you can always make me smile.
only problem is staying power...is there viagra for the poem challenged?
:kiss:
 
If ex doesn't get here soon, I'm gonna be crabby all day. Grrr.

(whenever I call him my ex, I have this urge to call him my the babies' daddy :confused: )
 
sophia jane said:
If ex doesn't get here soon, I'm gonna be crabby all day. Grrr.

(whenever I call him my ex, I have this urge to call him my the babies' daddy :confused: )

My daughter's dad calls me "baby mama" on occasion, disregarding the fact that the "baby" is 25. It's funny when he does it though, because I don't care how black he is, he is SO not ghetto. :D
 
vella_ms said:
:p
you cant have it before me, missy published.

The only reason my poetry is published is because I had the sense to include it with my prose.

I can't imagine ever writing enough poetry to fill a book. :eek: Well, maybe over a lifetime, but hell ... starving poet would certainly apply.







And, lemme tell you a little secret. *whispers* In order to become "missy published" you have to first become "missy submitted" ;)
 
vella_ms said:
yeah, i have a cockeyed optimism every single day for things i need to do about the house and things i think should be done...it is a bit disappointing that i cant live up to my own expectations. i never learned how to lower those...im afraid of the catatonia i would crash into if i did.

so its a rush to the finish line
a mad dash to the end
hold on
just one more...
just one more
until you can breathe
until pride is allowed
cynicism paints the horizon
shades of disappointment
internal struggles
jubilant content
wars
oppressed melancholy
bets taken
odds wagered
breathless anticipation
as the race begins

Why is it I hate most poems and yet your blurts just make me all.... squidgy... *ponders*
 
impressive said:
And, lemme tell you a little secret. *whispers* In order to become "missy published" you have to first become "missy submitted" ;)

yes and sadly, most writers are not good at self-promotion. We need literary agents who take pro bono. ;)
 
carsonshepherd said:
yes and sadly, most writers are not good at self-promotion. We need literary agents who take pro bono. ;)

Unfortunately, the self promo doesn't end once the contract is signed, either. *sigh*
 
impressive said:
The only reason my poetry is published is because I had the sense to include it with my prose.

I think I had to pay to have a poem of mine published in a book. It was at Poetry.com, and I was sent a letter that my poem had been chosen for the book and that it would be published later that year, blah blah blah. But I think the catch was (and I figured this out after the fact) that the book was only circulated to those who paid to get a copy, not like the normal distribution of a book that I mistakenly thought would happen. *sigh* :p
 
impressive said:
Unfortunately, the self promo doesn't end once the contract is signed, either. *sigh*

and I think I can confidently say that this is the reason several of us here in the AH are not published authors. talent isn't always enough.

blurt: those aren't blocks of ice, those are my feet.
 
Aurora Black said:
I think I had to pay to have a poem of mine published in a book. It was at Poetry.com, and I was sent a letter that my poem had been chosen for the book and that it would be published later that year, blah blah blah. But I think the catch was (and I figured this out after the fact) that the book was only circulated to those who paid to get a copy, not like the normal distribution of a book that I mistakenly thought would happen. *sigh* :p

Yup.

There's a thread about the scam over in the Poetry forum somewheres, I think.
 
carsonshepherd said:
and I think I can confidently say that this is the reason several of us here in the AH are not published authors. talent isn't always enough.

I totally agree. It's a mite intimidating.

There's absolutely no doubt that the AH is rife with very publishable talent. I harbor no illusions that my work stands out in this crowd simply because I had the moxie to submit it to a publisher.

:rose:
 
impressive said:
I totally agree. It's a mite intimidating.

There's absolutely no doubt that the AH is rife with very publishable talent. I harbor no illusions that my work stands out in this crowd simply because I had the moxie to submit it to a publisher.

:rose:

nor am I taking away from your talent in any way, I'm glad for you, and need some of that "moxie" stuff myself (moxie sounds awfully gay though) ;)
 
carsonshepherd said:
nor am I taking away from your talent in any way, I'm glad for you, and need some of that "moxie" stuff myself (moxie sounds awfully gay though) ;)

Wasn't "Moxie" the name of a movie with Glenn Close? :devil:
 
Why is it that some people get to a place in their life, how do you get there is another question, that they feel there is no other choice but to end it all?

I just don't understand, there are always choices other than to end it all.
Aren't there?
 
I have a bad, bad feeling about the way my life is going to be once I'm on my own with the kids.

There goes having my own life. Fuck.
 
zeb1094 said:
Why is it that some people get to a place in their life, how do you get there is another question, that they feel there is no other choice but to end it all?

I just don't understand, there are always choices other than to end it all.
Aren't there?

There may be, but they don't see it. I've had numerous friends commit suicide in the last few years, and even more attempt it (it's an epidemic in some places), and they just don't see the options.
 
screeching brakes....


sometimes i'll think of a word or someone will say it and i'll be like a deer in headlights.


i HAVE TO think of the word, say it out loud...roll it over my mental tongue and savor its flavor all day long.

today...its MOXIE. (thank you impster)
harsh yet seasoned flavor excites the senses and eludes common description.


im ganna be a word critic...fuck food. :D
 
zeb1094 said:
Why is it that some people get to a place in their life, how do you get there is another question, that they feel there is no other choice but to end it all?

I just don't understand, there are always choices other than to end it all.
Aren't there?

I totally understand it. Peace. Eternal peace. An end to all suffering. When you know no joy to counter that suffering, it's very tempting.

Very.
 
Alessia Brio said:
I totally understand it. Peace. Eternal peace. An end to all suffering. When you know no joy to counter that suffering, it's very tempting.

Very.

yes'm, that's it, exactly.
 
vella_ms said:
screeching brakes....


sometimes i'll think of a word or someone will say it and i'll be like a deer in headlights.


i HAVE TO think of the word, say it out loud...roll it over my mental tongue and savor its flavor all day long.

today...its MOXIE. (thank you impster)
harsh yet seasoned flavor excites the senses and eludes common description.


im ganna be a word critic...fuck food. :D



OMFG! My word is rolling over vella's mental tongue ... all day long!

Lucky word! :eek:
 
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