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I've realised my life's calling. Those of you who have read my past work will know I'm a relatively talented author, but writing stories wasn't enough for me. It couldn't express my artistic talent.

So I turned to music. And I continue my musical projects with the rest of my band and we're getting some reasonable success in the local area.

But not even that can provide a real-world avatar for my boundless, incredible imagination. Thus now, I've decided on another medium of art to hone and perfect: peotry.

I will become a poet. I've already written some poems, posted below- please comment to tell me what you honestly think (reading my work is like being totally intimate with the depths of my soul; your opinions are valued!).

Mark
I am but a brain in a box,
no more
no more
monkey in a cage
skin flayed


David
The token teapot
white froth flows,
do plates
end?


Sally
Holly whims
public/private,
can the CD speak.
blue ice lies
waiting for
the plunge.
Ungh, stick with music and stories. I can't stand poetry, it's really simple to do. If you are going to do poetry(which you are, regardless of what I say), try doing limericks, they're witty.
There once was a woman with a scowl,
Who went around hitting with her trowel,
She once was called a "count",
And it made her quite renown't,
But only 'cause of the extra vowel.
What's a "cont"??
Every human has the potential to become a poet.

It's where people go where they know /any/ particle of creativity can be over-analyzed and hyped to become an epic piece.

Or just hard to read prose.
Elly: it may be "count" in the sense of "Count Dracula."

I don't like much poetry, most of what I do like is in haiku format.
Very deep, Elation. Full of layers of meaning and literary... um... stuff.

*cough*
I need to write a Random Poem Generator. Should be easy enough - just string together random words with the occasional linebreak.

A random Joycean novel generator is even easier.
Wow, deep..

Ah! I can't swim!
"...another medium of art to hone and perfect: peotry poetry."
Texter wrote:
Wow, deep..

Ah! I can't swim!


Help, help! I'm drowning in literature!
I'm drowning,
In hordes of unwashed masses,
Like a ceaseless tide.
Sheep to the sheepfold,
Monkeys in the cage,
Rats in the daily race,
Going nowhere.

[edit]Weird, I didn't even know that Elation used the line "monkey in a cage" in one of his poems. It came to mind. I might've subconsciously remembered it from the skim-read I gave the poems a couple of days ago, though.
I think monkeys have something intrinsic to do with the human nature.
That we have now enslaved our only family shows us how depraved our society really is.