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Xeno-x
Thanks.
posted by
Talion_
on August 2, 2008 at 11:48 AM
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Luz_Briar
Thanks. Actually I wrote those first and then came up with the rest.
posted by
Talion_
on August 2, 2008 at 11:48 AM
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TAPS.
That black notebook is sitting on my desk, beggining me to thumb through it. I've ignored it thus far, but I don't know how long I can hold out.
posted by
Talion_
on August 2, 2008 at 11:46 AM
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i like it
posted by
Xeno-x
on July 31, 2008 at 12:06 PM
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Actually
I found this to be really good. I love the message and the imagery.
posted by
Bel_
on July 30, 2008 at 7:45 PM
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it is very pretty. especially the last few lines.
posted by
Luz_Briar
on July 28, 2008 at 2:30 PM
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I love this one and I've always wanted to see more of your poetry. I'll just bet its not as bad as you would like for us to think.
posted by
TAPS.
on July 28, 2008 at 8:47 AM
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The thing is, if we never made a beginning, even a bad beginning
there'd never be progress toward the good. Can't remember who said it, but I believe it, talent is ten percent inspiration, ninety percent perspiration. I used to plunk around on an old piano, in my kindest moments would never call what I did "music." But it was good for me, even so. I've enjoyed your writing so much Talion, and the blogs of those who comment here. Bad beginning, happy ending. :)pat
posted by
Pat_B
on July 28, 2008 at 5:42 AM
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shelly_b
I went through a drawing phase, but it frustrated me to no end. I have a small degree of talent, but nowhere near enough to translate whatever image I have in my head to the page. After alternating between pulling my hair out and beating my head against the wall, I finally switched to photography. Only then could I capture the image exactly as I saw it.
posted by
Talion_
on July 27, 2008 at 6:49 PM
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Harderup
Like many of the young, I believed whole heartedly I could change the world. This poem was wriiten at a time when it was slowly dawning on me that I couldn't.
posted by
Talion_
on July 27, 2008 at 6:45 PM
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Ciel
I have an old milk crate filled with journals from my college days, close to three thousand hand-written pages. I flipped through a few of them a while ago, thinking it may be interesting to post some of my entries. Bad idea. It's hard to believe and more than a little embarrassing to see what ran through my head when I was nineteen.
posted by
Talion_
on July 27, 2008 at 6:43 PM
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I drew cartoons mostly when I was a kid..
occasionally, I would hammer out a few stories off of my grandmothers old typewriter.
btw..nice poem!
posted by
shelly_b
on July 27, 2008 at 6:36 PM
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In a little over your head
But I will hold my breath 
(not angry, but red)
I found an old diary - I was reading the words of a spoiled little brat.... then I realized it was mine 
but after a while it was quite funny. Like finding old letters.
posted by
Lotus_Flower
on July 27, 2008 at 1:29 PM
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Got one of those notebooks of early writing, too...
from my Man From UNCLE fan days... soooo embarrassing, even alone with it...
posted by
Ciel
on July 27, 2008 at 1:24 PM
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