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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: * bubble-gum flavored medicine

    I've said this many times - just because a poem or song may not make sense or the reader cannot decipher the meaning doesn't make it a bad poem. Sometimes ...

    Oct 21, 2007
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: * bubble-gum flavored medicine

    This is good, really good. I think it's about pretending you're happy when you're really low. That's my interpretation anyway but it could mean something completely different. Enlighten us! Good ...

    Oct 20, 2007
  • Fantasy Short Stories Re: The Red Road Home

    My friend Tempest (somewhere above) said I should check this out, and I was not disappointed :) Good description, dialogue - very clear portrait of events in my mind. One ...

    Oct 14, 2007
  • Poetry Discussion Re: What's so bad about Emo poetry?

    I know there's a difference between sad, dark and emo. That's why it's annoying when some people just label you "emo" (I am not an emo and have nothing aginst ...

    Oct 14, 2007
  • Other Poetry Re: Throw It Away/Do It Again

    Nice. It's about a diary or journal, right? Moving onto the next entry, wanting a differnet past when you read it back and not being able to properly describe all ...

    Oct 13, 2007
  • Poetry Discussion Re: What's so bad about Emo poetry?

    Yeah, I concur! Is it because it because we're all scared of sad people and that we're in denial, like nothing bad ever happened? Or is it because we don't ...

    Oct 13, 2007
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Bloodly Mascara

    Why is it that when anyone shows a bit of a sad emotion they get labelled an "emo"? I'm sick of it! Just because Insomniac's been showing a bit of ...

    Oct 13, 2007
  • Other Poetry Re: Throw It Away/Do It Again

    Done, done, onto the next one Because this one's the same one as the last A sad yearning for a different past Scribble it up, discard it, it's done Done, ...

    Oct 13, 2007
  • Other Poetry Re: Untitled thoughts of a confused mind searching for answers

    way to say the same old "I can't believe you left me". . Yes in a way, but this is in a context about death, not romance just to make ...

    Sep 30, 2007
  • Other Poetry Re: Untitled thoughts of a confused mind searching for answers

    Guess who's back? Haven't been here for a while Still focus, contemplating, thinking Further sinking into abyss Then climbing back on top of this Is this a circle, a cycle, ...

    Sep 29, 2007
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: the girl who cried wolf

    Hey. Good poem, though (probably missing something out which is blatantly obvious) I don't see a connection between title and actual poem. Please fill me in (despite the fact everyone ...

    Sep 2, 2007
  • Fiction Discussion Re: Do TV and Movies Inspire your Writing?

    Most of my fiction posts since I joined have been the Invasion of Solari saga which was set in between Star Wars episodes 4 and 5 but features characters that ...

    Aug 13, 2007
  • Lounge, The Re: The questions of death.

    I've replied via Private Message.

    Aug 13, 2007
  • Fanfiction Novels Re: Star Wars Fanfiction Invasion of Solari Pt. 5

    Jens leapt over Vader with agility, pushing the dust into the air and with a scream focused on his opponent. It was as if there was nothing else but he ...

    Aug 9, 2007
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: thoughts of ten days.

    I say this a lot when reviewing poetry but it doesn't necessarily have to make sense. I assume (correct me if I'm wrong) that the ? on the last line ...

    Aug 9, 2007


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien