Emerson

1. I'm actually impressed with the things I write. 2. I have amazing friends beyond belief and I love them to death - YWS hooked us up. 3. I can ...

A poem for me about Louis Wain! Woo hoo! I'm glad to see I inspired you. :) It was kind of descriptively chaotic, but then some of it was spectacular. ...

13-4-09 I would to feel the words under my fingers; the ridges and cuts left by the quill. Why is the page so flat? The letters make syllables make words ...

hahah the list one is amazing, even I can admit that, but that one I just did is certainly nonsensical! Tanks Stali ^^

I'm writing/not writing. This is really challenging. I find that, given free time, I have nothing to write. No inspiration, no drive. I'm more than certain once I go back ...

Wow, well, Storm did a darn good job there so I suppose I'll just stick with the small stuff. Hullo and welcome to the YWS! Great to meet you. You ...

Upon my own comment that a poem is not a grocery list. 9-4-09 SHOPPING LIST FOR TONIGHT'S DATE 2 Bottles of chardonnay 2 Boneless, skinless chicken breasts Garlic powder Poultry ...

Hey there and welcome to The YWS! If you have any questions about the site feel free to bother me. You have a nice set up for a poem; a ...

Though I think I'll miss my nice shiny red "A" in the chat... (yes, I am geeky enough to reference Scarlett Letter. Again. Win!fail) Because you really enjoy being harassed ...

8-4-09 "A vow would absolve you of all temptation." Words of comfort from an ignorant soul. How could they know that prince charming has more claws than the dragon he ...

I think, prefacing this, I should let everyone know that the majority of these are not written with the intent to be good poetry, but simply to be emotions I ...

6-4-09 It could all be lies, I swear. My words out of a dirty mouth: lips caked in crusty mud, a thick and thirsty tongue hangs out. It could all ...

But if the clergy are coming... Well, alright. ^^

Written at the last minute. Might not be so bad if I gave it more thought. 5-4-09 Cut off my fingers, each one by one, so slow with the knife ...

Broke down and wrote a second poem. Throw me under the bus. Keep my head under until I'm sucking water like a fish. Beat me. Stab me. Hurt me. Tell ...