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Comment by Drew on September 24, 2009 at 9:01pm

hey everybody. my name is Andrew (Drew fir short). i'm from LA and have aims to be a writer. its basically the only thing aside from music, anime, and film that i'm uber dead set on. anyways, i figure this will be a good outlet to connect with like minded people who are also into writing. so yeah...open to all comments and critiques.


Adamant & Evangelina

upon this ink grazing sutle at the subtle center of the page, the edges bent into what could only be defined as a perfect rage. on this edifice of scenery transfixed in greenery i will play the role of the humble fly, and her the spider on this stage. though out of key with any classic sort of form found in theatre, we'll involuntarily switch roles so that this lush influx of onlookers may be too taxed with contemplation to meter. iris impale parting a veil, we ravage virgin eyes and make them our concubines. exposed via explicit 5x10 glossies. antithesis of affable in manner of being conveyed, pandora came undone as i ripped the sash from her neglege. the currents of her flesh of wafting over mine, touching me as though i were ivory piano keys she working slurs of magic, and laying them fine. you were right, this was in fact the first conversations ultimate culmination, and i'd strap time to my wrist post inducing paralysis so as to avert any form of intermission. us pair of insects, swapping insides brazen beside the tree which spies every one of our lies. an absolution in the making, for we are the epitome of blade into chalice imagery, and your parts are far too crisp for the taking.

anticipation be the portion of me that spreads through you like the roots of an ancestral cedar tree. this heavy patch of breathing across the better part of my shoulder is shaking sensation from the rest of me. all i can feel is an operatic touch of a thousand volted fingers tracing up my spine trying to reach the rest of me. charged with a warmth finite this side of fire, weighing the averages i wonder if this is the best it could ever be. the crevassed canvas thats teaching me art to lay rest any form of two, save the scenario of scoring three. im biting my lower lip at the ocean arch of your hips. im murmuring curses and to the gale of my glee hearing four letter syllables escape from the crasser corner of your oral credenza. barring in mind the barred bartering of swapping contents out from the inside, i took the final steps passed my childhoods epitaph, into the parlor. beckonked by the spider, for im simply the fly...

Comment by Girl8 on September 8, 2009 at 10:15am

Hi! I'm A DIY poet/writer in NYC. I'm really happy to know that I'm not the only one! I just published my second volume of poetry and working in a photo-collective mixing the 2.
I'm interested in meeting-up with other writers and poets here in the city, send me a message prettygirlpoet(at)gmail(dot)com
-G8

Comment by Darryl Dawson on September 7, 2009 at 6:11pm

Hello, all! Very happy to be here and interact with fellow DIY authors! I write horror stories and my first book will be out very soon.

Comment by N/extra on September 6, 2009 at 3:24pm

Writer's group anyone? I am starting a creative writing group that meets online once a month. It will be a great way to get more writing done. Check out my blog for more info and to join: www.nextrawriter.wordpress.com
You can also email nextrawriter@gmail.com if you are interested. Pass the word along and please join!!

Comment by Hippie Nerd on September 1, 2009 at 3:41pm

@Mochali thanx! well i have more if ur interested i love getting feedback on my work

Comment by Mochali on September 1, 2009 at 3:17pm

@Hippie Nerd : That was very visual! I love your use of words and how they flow.

Comment by Hippie Nerd on August 29, 2009 at 12:49pm

My Newest Work..still untitled.
i guess i just felt like sharing with the class...so tell me what ya think!


and then bob marley said
i wanna love you
and treat you right
the way ur chest rises and falls
ever so slowly
makes me believe in dreams of a child
like happily ever after
and glass slippers
i touch what feels like silk
and grip it
like its life
trying to leave your body
DONT LET GO
the light graze
the soft peck
sobers my drunken heart
and quiets my loud overthinking mind
touch there
glow here
i can inhale you forever
and full from you never
everyday and every night

Comment by Queen Of Filth on August 24, 2009 at 8:51pm

anyone read stepahinie morrison's newest book?

Comment by Jidah C. on August 11, 2009 at 10:31pm

* board ..lol smh

Comment by Jidah C. on August 11, 2009 at 10:30pm

PROPS TO Nadia C. and all of you who continuously post even if it seems nobody is listening or reading..this bord has a issue of "too many writers not enough readers. Reading is just as important as writing, and so is feedback. Your stuff isn't the only thing that should be notice in your eyes.

"For all of the stars

For all of those shining stars

For all of you who think you will never stop shining

Death is the equalizer

It does not only prey on the loser
It does not only prey on the faint of heart
It does not only prey on the pawn

And You

Are not immortal, my friend

And We

Are not bits of interstellar medium

And you are not as bright as you think you are

You're not the Big Bang
You're not a Supernova"
-Nadia C.

hope you don't mind. just had to repost and give you credit. That was very good and well written I could hear it.

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