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Originally Posted by mindless1
No good...ok well I'm dark. Is that a crime?
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Claiming to be dark is not a substitute for piss-awful poetry.
Allow me to demonstrate how it's done:
In Memory of Water
Last night, my mood was poetry.
The moon was hanging full of meaning
from a rain cloud ceiling,
covering illusory stars like flaws
on an ancient plaster wall.
Though the air was cold and wintry,
the earth was warm from a day’s raining.
I had a sinking feeling
that time could suspend every cause
for a minute’s peace.
And just like that we’re history.
The rain that reminds me stops falling
on my human failing
and, resolving itself like a balance,
returned me indoors.
At dawn, the sickly light made entry
through a dirty window. This morning,
though it was nowhere raining,
Poetry, suspended like water
on the poet’s face.
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That's how it's done. Unfortunately for you you don't have the qualifications to write good poetry, where as I do. Now kindly take heed of this warning, do the homework and deliver the good.
Or you could just go back to your deviant art page and anoint your need for mindless adulation with the uneducated, unconsidered opinions of your peers.
