Qultur

The ashes of night were drawing circles this morning on the skin of sky, in light speckles of cold, and of dust; before, you’d grasped the golden dusk in flowers ...

Heh, I wouldn't be able to say how I got the idea; my mind's a chasm, I swear. :P I get what you guys mean about the tripping of the ...

Keep it up; poetry's all about learning the subtelties of language, the sounds and images attached to the words.

Psh, I'm many days old, but just not here; hence, I've experienced creepier things than one stalking another because they like the same obscure band. I hate to say it ...

Heh sorry that I came off a bit harsh; not having much of a great couple of days. Personal shiz. I'm not sure if you can delete these things, but ...

...if I were to be honest, then I'd have to say reading this made me kind of pissed. Basically, it's cliched; I feel like I've read these words many times ...

It's raining paper like snow today, commas and periods dropping like flies and numbers stinging people in their eyes, fours and fives of them falling in flakes, while twos and ...

Eh...I don't really write much else than poetry; I can never get down more than a paragraph of fiction before I start to dislike what I'm writing. Honestly, I'm not ...

Hm...I sorta like the first stanza because of the phrase, "cold, paned glass;" reading it aloud would make me wonder whether you meant "paned" or "pained." My interest kind of ...

Yeah, so...I'm not entirely sure how I got here, so I blame insomnia. I think I'd heard of this place before...anyone here been to TW, as in the Teenage Writers ...