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~yeatsgrave

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Deviant since Feb 16, 2006, 9:59 AM

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The Whiffy Waif

In the days the grass was thick, And air of moss rang croaker peeps, My child-imp, I heard a murmur: The richest star, and me asunder. Holding tongue we squawked a bit, With flapping flips and queasy turners, Until we bonked and thud each other, Tumbled down and hurt the other.
Then I saw you raise a smile, And our laughter rang a mile. Now we speak in adult language, 'Cept on days when I still listen; When the whiffy waif wafts right, I listen and I hear a murmur: The richest star I've fallen under.

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The AmnesiacI woke up and found myself here.

Here.

I am under the sun, in an open stretch of desert. All I can see is the sandy beige of the earth against the sandy beige of the sky. The horizon is nearly indistinguishable. There is a feeling in my body now, and I become conscious of it as I begin to move. Just a small movement from my shoulders and I can feel myself breathing. I breathe deeper with my eyes closed, protected from the flakes of sand pushing on the small breeze. My hair tingles on my scalp. And I am aware of my feet, so I look down. Slender yellowish toes, I begin to wiggle them a bit. I sit up and prop myself o The Amnesiac
in Fantasy 1d 22h ago

The Stonethe stone sat still and cold and cast his shadow in the evening light which flickered as the moon began to rise across the sea, on the horizan, the sun sat down then covered his head with the earth, and went to sleep
awake, the moon dipped in the sea for a midnight bath she swayed her head to and fro on the calm waves and gently spread the tide above the coastline the stone closed his eyes, and held his breath the moon stood tall above him, parting drapes of cloud naked and glowing, her light consumed the darkness
eyes wide open, breathing fast and hard, the stone The Stone
in Open 5d 16h ago

Spidery Legsyour words are like stars which glimmer and gleam which I read through and study, and hold to the book the stars, and your words, since the day I was born were fixed to determine my fate I would try so hard to bind your image to my fingers, like spindly spidery legs they click and they clack and they click and they clack dance in a whirling treadmill of a dance if your image I had, and not an idea, a wish, a thought if pictures, if pictures in spidery webs my fingers, if pictures, could draw! and not thoughts Spidery Legs
in Open on 4/24/08

The Rainif a mortal would drink of the rain, all the rain and he'd drink and he'd drink and he'd drink he would bloat and he'd swell all in blubbery pain and be a blobbery blubbery blop drink only from a well that was built by a man just to quench mortal thirst in a drought
since the rain's for the critters, for the lakes and the trees but the man, it seems, gods have cast out The Rain
in Fixed on 4/24/08

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UntitledDo not love me if you wouldst be untrue and love me falsly do not I pray you. If thou would be false in your love for me unrequited I wish my love shall be. But if your pledges to me are not mist I give to thee my rose, which crystal kiss'd. Untitled
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A Critical Essay Concerning...A Critical Essay Concerning Itself (In Seven Parts)

Part I: Overview

The primary subject of A Critical Essay Concerning Itself (hereafter called simply Essay) is its own self-analysis; hence it is a deeply introspective work, and it is in this light that we must consider it. Indeed, some might argue that Essay is concerned with nothing else, though deeper inspection reveals this is not quite true. (Consider, for example, the section on Critical Reaction, which deals with a response to the essay rather than the essay itself. That these two constitute the same text should not be held against the aut A Critical Essay Concerning...
by ~bbd127

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Journal Entry: Wed May 7, 2008, 12:04 PM

So I feel like I need to stop worrying so much about poetry. I mean, worrying about how I write. Who cares if I can't write? I know I can't write.

Anyway. So maybe I will start submitting more rough crap on here. Without any particular form or care. That sounds more like writing to me.

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~squared-off

Mar 26, 2008, 8:14:17 AM

Hey! How've you been?

~yeatsgrave

Mar 25, 2008, 7:17:23 PM

I want to read your poetry! Clearly!

~jerkgentry

Mar 20, 2008, 8:22:07 AM

You watch me. What do you want with me?!

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~yeatsgrave

Mar 13, 2008, 9:31:58 PM

Why thank you. I will have to do some reading and perhaps reviewing sometime soon.

Cheers!

~Shoresome

Mar 13, 2008, 8:22:33 PM

Thanks much for the add.

I got the PM on AVEN. I've added you in return.

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*jdam

Jul 9, 2007, 5:28:44 PM

Very interesting work. Thanks for sharing.

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~doomrabbit

Jun 6, 2006, 10:53:31 PM

...I didn't know you had this page!... I have some reading to do, evidently.

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~yeatsgrave

Apr 22, 2006, 10:46:12 PM

Oh, don't worry, you have before...
*acts all mysterious and such*

~the-simple-simonist

Apr 19, 2006, 6:51:57 PM

Much thanks for the kind words. I'll be looking into your work.

~Loresinger

Apr 17, 2006, 6:21:50 PM

Thanks for the watch!

And final exams.... ick. They are the bane of students' existence....

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"Who's more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?"

my galleries:
drawing: ~Feantauriel
writing: ~Loresinger

~iiyamuzai

Mar 30, 2006, 2:48:38 PM

teachers. pff, eh, who needs 'em?

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~yeatsgrave

Mar 30, 2006, 7:57:25 AM

Hehe. Thank you.

I wish my English proffs had the same opinion.

~iiyamuzai

Mar 29, 2006, 8:32:28 PM

i stalk you now! you are SUCH a great writer.

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`SparrowSong

Mar 29, 2006, 4:13:43 PM

It's easier than it sounds.

~yeatsgrave

Mar 29, 2006, 3:17:53 PM

Ooh. Shiny. I think I may just watch that page, and then join in a million years when I finally learn how meter is used.
^_^

`SparrowSong

Mar 28, 2006, 7:47:29 PM

Thanks for the Watch.

There's a club for meter-lovers- ~PenWieldingPoets. You may want to try there.

~zebrazebrazebra

Mar 27, 2006, 10:41:42 PM

If you really want metrics, try *SparrowSong and `darkcrescendo.

~yeatsgrave

Mar 27, 2006, 9:13:20 PM

No metrics? That's too bad. I will check them out, definitely. Thanks a bunch! ^_^

~zebrazebrazebra

Mar 27, 2006, 6:40:14 PM

*boundlessgravity, =manchaliaina and `radiophonic (though he hasn't posted very much recently) are my three big'uns. And some of the younger/less confident poets I'm big on are ~lovetodeviate, ~mySeity, ~eggshelled, *flappability...oh, lots. None of them do metrics though, I'm sad to say!

~yeatsgrave

Mar 27, 2006, 10:34:13 AM

Please do! I would love to be intimidated a little more!

~zebrazebrazebra

Mar 25, 2006, 8:59:05 PM

Hey, thanks for the lovely comment and the watch! Sorry I'm a bit slow in responding. But anyway - thankyou very much! Your gallery doesn't look so ungrand yourself. Itself? Hum!

PS: No need to be intimidated! Although if you like being so, I could point you to a few writers who really deserve it.

~angeljunkie

Feb 21, 2006, 7:12:01 PM

thanks for the watch-thingy ^-^

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~yeatsgrave

Feb 19, 2006, 9:06:45 AM

heh, no worries ^^

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