A bass in my hands
and a drum beat in my head,
it beats being dead!
Magickal.
Cavorting in a state of undress with a bunch of maddies (people who are insane)
My fuzzy brain is
trying to think, but it is
impossible: Tired.
Can you imagine if pirates liked toast instead of rum? They'd probably be less bloodthirsty, you know, not being drunk all the time.
An idea I had,
was really quite bad,
which made me sad,
*insert funny punchline*
Not a chance! I don't mess with people's feelings, simple as that.
Would you ever want to be a Poet Laureate?
I love Aria, with all my heart.
Have you filled in the rating, title and one liner (the one liner is optional). If you don't fill in the title and rating, it'll just give an error.
I suppose rather than being a poll in the forum, there could be yet another button for us to press, marked 'story of the month', but then that means more coding, and really it would be pretty much for naught. It wouldn't be used very often, of that I'm sure. People come here to read and write. Most of us... Okay, well I'll speak just for me, I'm not that competitive. I don't care about awards, I don't even care about how I'm perceived. All I want is to sit, write, submit writing and move on. Why has everything got to be a competition? Is it not enough to just appreciate that we have some place, a moderated place, to stick our writing on?
Here's the wackiest suggestion you'll see, yet: How about everything, I mean everything, regardless of quality, gets an award just for being submitted? Call it a Bravery Award, or something. Awards this, awards that, screw that, just write and be thankful that anyone reads it. I know I am (even if I do sometimes rant... That's just me hanging myself, so sorry about that.)
Haiku haiku what
are you? Are you a-rhyming?
Nay, but that's okay.
I used to enjoy gardening. I don't really have the inclination to do it any more, but when I did, I used to plant pansies. Of course, my neighbours would come along and stomp on them, but I just kept planting them. I used to love cacti, too. I tried growing a venus fly trap. Didn't really work, though.
What number am I thinking of?
I've broken three bones: One in my wrist, which I was in a cast for, and both my big toes, which saw me hobbling around for a few weeks while it healed. The toes hurt more than the wrist.
Have you ever had a concussion?
Perhaps there should be three buttons on the front page: New (Stories and poems, like the old-style front page), Poems (New poems only) Stories (New stories only).
No way! It's like a suicide mission.
What's the longest you've gone without food?
I think there are alien bases everywhere in this universe, including here on Earth, so yeah, definitely on the moon.
Ever sneeze so hard, it makes you fart?
So I'm on my break at work. I work on computers, so a 15 minute break every two hours is mandatory by law. So, I've stopped staring at one big screen, and now I'm staring at a wee screen on my phone. Silly Kitty!
Certainly not for me. I ordered a lot of stuff from amazon and ebay over Christmas, and the amount of bubble wrap I ended up with, I could have run some kind of popping racket and made a fortune. Another million pound idea I didn't implement.
What million (choose your currency) idea did you come up with and not implement?
Right, so I write a poem, designed to make people cry. What happens? The buggers laugh. Why? Do you not get that there's a poignancy to death, and to the poem? The man is in the ground for goodness sake! Yeah, it's absurd, but that doesn't mean that absurd can't be poignant. I do write absurd and silly things, but not all the time. Sometimes I am being serious, and I'd really like people to stop trying to fit me into a genre. I'm not funny. Not intentionally. Sometimes my poems and stories take a bit of interpretation, so maybe bear that in mind next time you read something of mine.
It hasn't happened yet, but when it does, it'll be peace.
Will the world ever be peaceful?
There was a guy from who knows where,
You know, I suspect he had no hair.
He came in with a gun
and shot folk for fun.
Worst thing? It was all on a dare.