Critiquing Pathetic Members
02/24/2012 08:40 p.m.
The odd comment on a typo may be spurt,
but to grade their work would be berserk.

They should not seek critique in poems that
are neither weak nor bleak but utterly unique.

Who am I to tear the rug from beneath the feet
of those above in skill and words and talking love?

They juggle wit and declare pain and drag me through their suffering;
play songs and dance within the rain and help me to go wondering,
within my mind, and pondering the great divine.

To tell them to change a phrase or strike a word
is simply lunacy and quite absurd.

So instead I give them just desserts
and offer courts of praise and flirty words.







I am currently Affectionate

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I didn't think this made a good poem
11/23/2011 07:35 p.m.
My studio is where I like to go,
when I feel lost or original,
when I just don't know or
when I'm feeling supernatural.
It's reasonable and practical,
practically my own hero,
with my own story.
I'm undercover
so you can't read me
unless you can
read me deeply,
read right in and
see right through me.

My bedroom is where I like to go,
when I feel lazy or predictable,
where I eat my milk and Oreo's
while playing Super Mario.
It's not serious or sustainable
but I'm furious and able
to be free, even if I lose,
and if it's to you;
I'll be graceful
never condescending
or fake, a fraud
I'll stop pretending,
Please don't let this be the ending.
I am currently Dorky

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Destined Truths
10/01/2011 12:53 a.m.
In the destined truths no one tries to lie, but to get there one must face every obsticle of defiance. It is in our nature and how we learn. To shun it is to turn ourselves off like machines. Fittingly, we often do this by turning on another. A TV or console, an mp3 player or touchscreen phone. Things that have existed in our culture for only decades ore less now consume our lives after thousands of years of us not yearning for them at all. No doubt TV, console and even mp3 are familiar words to you now. Yet the things we have desired as a culture since the dawn of man; love, companionship, family, understanding, compassion. These are but vague and mysterious phenomena in our lives. We struggle with finding love because we are selfish. Likewise, this is the cause of our individual downfalls. We all want more than we are willing to give because none of us feel we have enough to give, or perhaps nothing to offer at all. Do we feel worthless or are we simply greedy? Our lives are filled with a belief in scarcity and we begin to believe there is nothing in abundance. Despite oceans covering seventy percent of our home. Our water is dirty, our air smoggy and our food expensive. Yet not everything is scarce. Love is in abundance in all of us to give. It harvests understanding and compassion and all those other feelings we need. And when we explore our souls and mind; when we tap into this abundance of love, we discover we have too much. We need to give it away, and if we do it feels good. Yet we often hinder this beautiful freedom. We know so little of what makes us love and so we fear it. We fear the good sensation giving gives us because it comes without a price, and so we fear repercussion. There is no way to prevent love from hurting you. It is as sure to happen as life. Though if we never give our love, if we hold it in forever, then it spoils. Love comes infinitely, but unspent it will build up like a cancerous rot and slowly turn to anger and hate. The more this happens the less understanding we have, the further we get from peace and happiness. An equation as precise as any math. Sure as we need to eat and sleep we need to share our love. This is just one of those destined truths that we will all defy. Perhaps we won't all learn the truth, but for those that do, they can not deny. Love is all we need.
I am currently Affectionate

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