FIRST!! LadyJaye, that was a lovely read. I had very upbeat, but soft instrumentals in my head and it relaxed me for a good minute... until my cat decided she wanted to play, then I got hyper again. But rest assured for me to relax in the middle of the day is a feat in and of itself!
Originally Posted by Jack Flak
You want a script? I'll show you a script. I've attached the play I actually turned in to Creative Writing in high school. I started it about 2:30 AM the day it was due.
A short, touching tale about the sad unfortunate events that our band of brothers were forced to endure, and how we can still learn to smile despite tragedy. A masterpiece.
Originally Posted by nolla
Shit. I actually thought that your point WAS to mean it like this:
It stopped me thinking for a while. Simple, yet touching. The fragility of a writer. It is so easy to paint a painting, anyone can go and interpret whatever they want. It is different with words. More precise and revealing. It takes guts to write poems.
That wasn't your meaning, though... so, nevermind.
I about DIED laughing reading this, because for half a second I thought the same thing.
Originally Posted by Tallulah
I really loved your pantoum, Lady Jaye! I love those old poetry forms. I wrote a villanelle in grad school--perhaps I'll post it.
Post! I demand it!! ..Lovingly.. of course..
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