I came up with a new poem earlier.
It's entitled, "Diamond Supernova". I was going to use the title "Colors" or "Color Supernova" but I decided to go with the aforementioned former just as I was about to finish the whole piece. I also decided not to publish it right away, taking a cue from `Beccalicious, to avoid whacking the first draft and give enough time to develop and edit the piece. So, instead, I published it on deviantART the night before I went to sleep. By publish, I mean put on my gallery. I don't mean that I got published with any consolation whatsoever. By consolation, I mean money, payment, and fame - even just a glint of which would be nice soon.
From my tone, you've probably figured out that I'm a little bit downhearted because of the continued silence with my writing but I'm not, I shouldn't be, too engrossed with the feeling because tomorrow will still be another day. I just need to hold on, keep fending off the quitterbugs and fight to survive with my writing determination, including my poetic and literary license, still in tact.
Why, yes, officer! I'd love to accompany you tonight while you go raiding dangerous drunks with guns with your other cop friends in the middle of the perilous night.
On another note, yeah, the Facebook and deviantshare widgets on this blog are being screwy again. Just installed a Yahoo! Messenger Ping Box recently so if you want to chat with me in private, you can now. Yes, the chat will be between us - just you and me - and you can be anonymous so it'll be fun...or whatever. Just message me, I'm really lonely. :< <---- lonely face.
It's entitled, "Diamond Supernova". I was going to use the title "Colors" or "Color Supernova" but I decided to go with the aforementioned former just as I was about to finish the whole piece. I also decided not to publish it right away, taking a cue from `Beccalicious, to avoid whacking the first draft and give enough time to develop and edit the piece. So, instead, I published it on deviantART the night before I went to sleep. By publish, I mean put on my gallery. I don't mean that I got published with any consolation whatsoever. By consolation, I mean money, payment, and fame - even just a glint of which would be nice soon.
From my tone, you've probably figured out that I'm a little bit downhearted because of the continued silence with my writing but I'm not, I shouldn't be, too engrossed with the feeling because tomorrow will still be another day. I just need to hold on, keep fending off the quitterbugs and fight to survive with my writing determination, including my poetic and literary license, still in tact.
Why, yes, officer! I'd love to accompany you tonight while you go raiding dangerous drunks with guns with your other cop friends in the middle of the perilous night.
On another note, yeah, the Facebook and deviantshare widgets on this blog are being screwy again. Just installed a Yahoo! Messenger Ping Box recently so if you want to chat with me in private, you can now. Yes, the chat will be between us - just you and me - and you can be anonymous so it'll be fun...or whatever. Just message me, I'm really lonely. :< <---- lonely face.
ATI-ATIHAN IS SO NEAR YOU CAN SMELL VACATION!
† Jofer
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