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    Let's start fresh.

    Alright, I gotta right two poems I've had in my head down in here, so bear with me.

    There is something wrong with the world
    When a girl
    comes to me
    and says
    she's not pretty
    when she's the most beautiful thing
    that I may have ever seen
    objects in mirror are prettier than they appear
    For me you will never be two sizes too small
    too big
    two inches under height
    or two cup sizes away
    You are perfect,
    and if not in my eyes
    for some man out there
    You do not need to throw up to fit that dress
    Just buy it a size bigger
    or smaller
    There is a place in this world for each and every one of us
    and you don't need to lose weight to fit inside it
    you only need to grow as a person
    so take your hand out of your mouth
    and your mind off such harmful things
    there is and will always be a place for
    you,
    and I do mean you you,
    and there's also always a little more room
    for cheesecake


    Alright one down, I think I'm going to take that one line "Objects in mirror are prettier than they appear" and make it a sticker and go put it on women's restroom mirrors all over the world.

    Now, second poem.

    So, you don't like poetry?
    That doesn't mean much to me.
    For you see
    a wise man once said
    We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.
    We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
    And the human race is filled with passion.
    And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
    But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
    It's true,
    whether you want to admit it or not
    Poetry is how you word love
    Poetry is how you express life
    Sure, the arts in general do that.
    But you'll be hard pressed not to find poetry and love intertwined
    A love movie?
    That is poetry in motion
    A love song?
    Poetry is it's very soul
    A beautiful painting?
    Have the poet describe that for you, without using a poem.
    You don't realize it, but you wanna write poetry
    it's okay,
    it's natural.
    A novelist wishes he could write a poem
    he just doesn't know how to rhyme
    or cut lines short
    so he capitalizes every sentence with a sigh
    and tries again
    and again
    and turns it into an epic
    at least that's it's true name
    but I'll humor him
    he wrote "a novel"
    How novel of him.
    But me?
    I WRITE POETRY
    and I am proud
    because I turn love into words
    and words into meaning
    and without meaning
    we are often nothing
    and without poetry
    I fear I may be nothing
    So humor me,
    don't snap your fingers
    or clap in appreciation
    close your eyes
    and listen to these words
    no scratch that,
    FEEL these words
    as I write
    every
    single
    word
    on your soul
    and make my mark
    to show you
    what love is.

    There, I've bled out my poetry for now.


    (And I know I wrote right at the start)
    Grow!

    #2
    Re: Let's start fresh.

    I like the idea of putting some of those over mirrors. If you make a bunch, send some to me and we can start a revolution lol.

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      #3
      Re: Let's start fresh.

      i think that sort of feel good message wouldnt really help, you should just get the stickers on car mirrors that say "objects in mirror are larger than they appear" because that sort of message is a little more striking and provokes more thought instead of just an initial chuckling "oh thats clever" reaction.

      that aside, the line is really nice in a poem and in a song and whatnot. i just dont think it translates well outside of a specific context (which your poem creates).
      420yolo!!!!!!111

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        #4
        Re: Let's start fresh.

        I disagree with EVERYTHING exo just said.

        I think that would be a good thing to do. I don't think that line sits well in the poem though. Feels like an interruption.

        "Couch co-op is the only true co-op." Richard of the Cooks.

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          #5
          Re: Let's start fresh.

          Yeah, I rearranged the poem a little bit to hopefully make it sound better, I won't bore you with the details though.

          (812.) Her Touch 02/01/08 5:27 AM - 5:30 AM
          =---------------------------------------------------------=
          Hands gliding
          Flying
          sailing
          ,never groping,
          along perfection
          for every crack they found
          love filled in the valleys
          and made a sheet
          of beauty
          that coated everything
          and we lay in it
          letting it layer over us
          as we kept warm
          eventually the snow stopped
          and she stopped
          and her fingers fell in the cracks
          love never fell
          the space between us
          never
          went
          away

          (813.) I Wish I Could Show You 02/01/08 5:31 AM - 5:34 AM
          =---------------------------------------------------------=
          words
          flowing
          down
          to the very
          bottom
          collecting
          into
          a
          puddle of feelings that I can't wash away


          (814.) It Can All Start With Hello 02/01/08 5:35 AM - 5:37 AM
          =---------------------------------------------------------=
          Give me your
          hand
          so I can guide your
          soul
          down the path to love
          where we will bathe in life
          Let me smell your
          hair
          so I can breathe in every vapor
          of your
          scent
          I will lose myself
          into your
          eyes
          and I will sleep inside your
          heart

          (815.) I Can't Go Cold Turkey 02/01/08 5:39 AM
          =---------------------------------------------------------=
          i need to know that it can happen
          i need to smell you
          hold you close
          feel your heartbeat resonate in my own
          i need
          you

          (816.) My Throat Hurts 02/01/08 5:40 AM - 5:45 AM
          =---------------------------------------------------------=
          here are my verses
          life your musical is horrible
          i will sing
          but only out of obligation
          and not out of permanence
          erase my name if you will
          and take my lessons
          they must be good for something
          for someone
          destined for more than me
          you my student
          i will never meet you
          but you will meet me
          you may judge me by my work
          most all of it is me
          broken, loved, fragile, brittle, cold. soothing, or finely crafted
          its me
          and no longer mine
          take care of me
          when i'm gone
          Grow!

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            #6
            Re: Let's start fresh.

            =---------------------------------------------------------=
            Take a chance
            Take a chair
            But whatever you do
            don't just stare

            =---------------------------------------------------------=
            What happiness have we bought?
            From devils who decieve we.
            It hides our treasure bought hidden smiles
            While from souls we sing to Christ
            With tounges so full of lament
            For the hell we recieve instead

            =---------------------------------------------------------=
            Life shoots me and pushes my body in the trenches
            Me still living bleeding out the last bit of hope my people had
            I am beset by the down trodden suns
            Whose shoulders bowed into the dirt with terror of history
            The tides of the weakend words will kill
            And oceans of pain and gifts will I rise through
            Till I reach heaven
            Where God has planned for me a good life
            Because all he's given me here was hell.

            =---------------------------------------------------------=
            We took our souls
            and peeled away our hopes
            and we made you my child
            from the shavings

            =---------------------------------------------------------=
            No.
            No.
            No.
            No.
            No
            No
            No no no no no
            But still somehow...
            yes?

            =---------------------------------------------------------=
            **** you,
            you piece of white space
            I will mar you with words
            I will rape you with metaphor
            I will inevitably lose to your immensity
            But I will not give up writing
            How do I beat that which is so vast?
            Rhetorical
            I already know
            For every word I strike against you
            I imply a thousand more
            So,
            **** you
            emptiness

            =---------------------------------------------------------=
            The world calls me but never hears when I respond.

            Hello.....

            Hello...
            Hello

            I love you.

            But no one's ever there.

            =---------------------------------------------------------=
            Sugar and spice
            and everything nice
            that's how you make a good girl

            Curves and piercings
            and a lot of brains
            That's how you make my kind of girl

            =---------------------------------------------------------=
            I once opened a window into a new world.
            But I never went through
            I just enjoyed the breeze
            The breeze smelled of clinic happy
            and lightly of fabric softener
            (In case you were wondering)
            Grow!

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