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message 1: by Ryan (last edited Dec 30, 2010 03:41PM) (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments Here's a poem I wrote earlier. I usually write short stories, so this is unknown territory for me. Criticism is great XD

Toss your die
And I'll tell you where to go
What you'll have is what I give you
No more and no less
And I'll offer you one guarantee
If that may help you rest
Your piece's destination
Is a stop and not a go
So roll the dice, my friend
And perhaps I'll be fair


message 2: by Elliott (new)

Elliott | 22636 comments Mod
You stole my characters name!


message 3: by Autumn (new)

Autumn (flwurautumn) | 4987 comments Punk Rock Princess (Lavendarlol) wrote: "You stole my characters name!"

*laughs* I know Ryan. Kind of.

OH. And this Ryan: I like the poem, but there's one thing that's bothering me- The fifth line from the top doesn't start with a capital letter, but the rest do. That's all :)


message 4: by Elliott (new)

Elliott | 22636 comments Mod
Yeah the poem is cool too.


message 5: by Ryan (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments Poem #2

It felt like a show
a presentation.
A lame cop preaching about drugs or alcohol.
They're not the bad guys.
They don't lie.

The blood on the ground isn't hers
they say it is.
She's at home waiting
iced tea in hand.

She isn't lying on the street.
My mom isn't dead.
Not like that.


message 6: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) | 10724 comments Your poetry is very unique. It's really cool.


message 7: by Isaac (new)

Isaac | 8014 comments I like your poetry. =)


message 8: by Ky (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 10786 comments Ryan wrote: "Poem #2

It felt like a show
a presentation.
A lame cop preaching about drugs or alcohol.
They're not the bad guys.
They don't lie.

The blood on the ground isn't hers
they say it is.
She's at home..."


*like*


message 9: by Ky (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 10786 comments Ryan wrote: "Here's a poem I wrote earlier. I usually write short stories, so this is unknown territory for me. Criticism is great XD

Toss your die
And I'll tell you where to go
What you'll have is what I gi..."


*love*

Your poetry is really simple and easy to read, but each one contains a story that provokes thought. Splendid, man.


message 10: by Ryan (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments Thank you, everyone! I'm working on a long fiction piece, but I'll try to write some poetry too. You encourage me a lot!


Maria [the clockwork creeps on useless lives] (mariachhile) | 8772 comments Mod
Ryan wrote: "Here's a poem I wrote earlier. I usually write short stories, so this is unknown territory for me. Criticism is great XD

Toss your die
And I'll tell you where to go
What you'll have is what I gi..."


Wow, that's great! Like Kenny was saying, your poems have a simplicity to trm that make them easy to read, yet they give great messages.


message 12: by Ky (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 10786 comments Ryan wrote: "Thank you, everyone! I'm working on a long fiction piece, but I'll try to write some poetry too. You encourage me a lot!"

Glad to be of assistance in the area of encouragement; everybody needs it, but so few receive it. :)
Looking forward to reading your longer piece.


message 13: by Ryan (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments I'm writing a novel, and I have the foundation created. Story map, setting, characters, everything. I was wondering if anyone wanted to read it, (it's raw) and give some feed back. Thanks!


message 14: by Autumn (new)

Autumn (flwurautumn) | 4987 comments Ryan wrote: "I'm writing a novel, and I have the foundation created. Story map, setting, characters, everything. I was wondering if anyone wanted to read it, (it's raw) and give some feed back. Thanks!"

Surreee. I like your poetry


message 15: by Ky (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 10786 comments Ryan wrote: "I'm writing a novel, and I have the foundation created. Story map, setting, characters, everything. I was wondering if anyone wanted to read it, (it's raw) and give some feed back. Thanks!"

That would be really cool. :D


message 16: by Autumn (new)

Autumn (flwurautumn) | 4987 comments Ryan wrote: "Poem #2

It felt like a show
a presentation.
A lame cop preaching about drugs or alcohol.
They're not the bad guys.
They don't lie.

The blood on the ground isn't hers
they say it is.
She's at home..."


You hear that? That's the vibratory sound of my heartstrings being tugge.d


message 17: by Ryan (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments Here's the link. It's kinda long xD
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...


message 18: by Ky (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 10786 comments It says there's nothing in there...


message 19: by Ryan (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments Try the link now, thanks!


message 20: by Ryan (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments I.
I'd like to be the first
to welcome you to earth.
It's overwhelming: the thoughts
ideas, colors, flavors, lusts.
And that stranger in the distance
who looms over life
like an umbrella in the sun
or a sharp icecicle waiting to fall,
chooses how much you're overwhelmed
or not at all.
"But wait, it's fair" they cry
"I'm the shining example, me"
then allow myself to give you a new hand
so your mind will be set free.
II.
You bark and cry into the endless wind
ranting of a crooked dealer;
a misconception, a flawed idea
that you're the only with fever.
The gale indeed is all of you
with tongues and voices and ails,
for in that wind lies the ears you seek
filled with their own witless wails.
III.
Alas, I'm sorry sir
that the shuffling was improper,
but I wish you only the best
with you're only shining copper.


message 21: by Ryan (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments Clock
Sometimes I wonder what would happen,
if that clock was taken from the wall.
How could I count the seconds,
the moments that I’m stuck here.
With those slow hands my life turns,
waiting for the never-coming change.
There’s only one deviation I can see coming,
when the batteries finally run out.
I’ll brilliantly sputter and flail,
desperate to soldier on.
But where was I going?
I was counting the seconds, the hours.
I was there, on the wall,
waiting for my life to happen.
Waiting for my time,
the hour that never struck.


message 22: by Ryan (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments There’s no dramatic shift,
no change in the air
just an epiphany of life.
I don’t even change the channel.

I’m watching them on TV,
just as surely as they hadn’t been
when they were young and dreaming.
No, they were out on the ice,
or running on the field,
working to achieve something,
something they believe in.
Don’t I want the same things?
Success and recognition, just as badly?
I just didn’t have the chance, of course.

Yes, they were rich, or lived somewhere great.
They were born playing their sport.
Me? No, not me.
I wasn’t blessed as they were.
Now I will sit and watch,
as they are surely not.
As the clock dies and fails,
I am still watching, watching.


message 23: by Ryan (new)

Ryan Winstead | 38 comments An Admonishment from the Clouds
Good morning sun,
Its been a while since I’ve last seen you.
Already, though, we are fighting,
And I am losing.
It appears that your strikes bounce right off me,
We both know that’s not true.
I’m disappearing, slowly,
Receding from your rays.
This isn’t the first struggle we’ve endured,
And it certainly won’t be the last.


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