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Feel The Stare.
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: Doin Dat Funky Dance Christmas Style
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The Magical Beach
this is OTS, from about ten minutes ago. I'm trying to improve my prose so here it goes:
The Beach Blue skies blotted with the archetypal white clouds slip out of my vision as I stare at your face. It’s all blurred. All I see is you, golden rivers flowing down the pale side of your face, two emeralds hypnotise me as I watch you from a distance. Courage lacking, I stand slacking in a corner thinking about what we could be. Infinite grains of sand cover the ground of the lengthy beach, school outing gives the lagging brain a chance to relax. I climb up a boulder, missing my step but grasping my balance I sit and contemplate your fine body. Sculpted by a master the level of Rodin, you make everything around you seem dull, unwanted, unneeded. You look at me and smile, returning the favour my gaze continues over the infinite amount of scum lying around the beach. They have no brain to think for themselves, they must be herded like sheep in a pit. Pathetic as may seem, I neither pity nor despise them. My feelings for you block out everything. You come and sit up next to me. Catching you before you break your neck I remove my antisocial headphones and engage in a conversation. Those brief moments, are only that. Sweet as they were, I couldn’t find the right time to bring out my dreaded declaration. I was cockblocked yet again by her impertinent little friend. Crude as it may seem, that woman may lead to my death. Not a death of love but one of exasperation. So I also climb down from my desolate spot, following ironically inside this despicable herd of sheep. Such slow movement would make a sloth proud. They seem to take care in marking every single footstep on the sand. I catch up with you and pushing her friend away we walk over to the side. This is perfect, everyone moves on forgetting about us, I stare into her eyes and I try my luck: “Nere quieres estar conmigo…” “Siempre lo he querido” My heart is jolting inside my chest, I want to run for a thousand miles, but I can’t because you’re inching forward, so am I. Softly our lips join, a sweet feeling we taste in unison. The bliss lasted only moment as whistles rise from the crowd of puny dweebs staring from a few meters farther on. Cockblocked yet again. I hate classmates. So we walk on this magical beach, and this day I shall never forget as I found the key to the chest, in which your heart lies. I hope you enjoy and C4C as always
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(Ian Curtis RIP)
Join Date: May 2007
Location: In my shack, what is whack.
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Sweet one man. I thought you typed "im trying to 'improv' my prose so here it goes" that made me laugh, especially when i realised i need to learn how to read again. Im not the most knowledgable poet, i hardly know what a prose is, but this has got some serious potential. AND LMAO at you putting cockblocked in a poem! You utter genius! Quite lovely man, nice one.
Sorry my crit is abit quick but ive got revision i should be doing, ill try and come back and do a proper one, but this is worth a look for the rest of you guys xxx
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I'm constantly bored
Join Date: Dec 2006
Location: only paeto's would actually want to know
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I loved this piece and would love to read it over and over. Your a fantastic writer. If you could crit The one and only re-write in my sig you could consider us even. thanks!
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Bad Santa
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Blandford. Uk.
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I thin you really over did the imagery and tad. And also, you really need to read through this. I mean you used "infinite" twice is such close proximity, and "face" in the first paragraph.
In P1 you tell us you're staring at her face, and then all you can see is her face. To be perfectly honest, it was things like that and the general tone of this which made this feel you tried way too hard to be poetic, rather than using clever and relevant images to convey mood, feelings and the narrative. Infinite grains of sand cover the ground of the lengthy beach I mean, that's obvious. It's unneeded, and just make this piece stuffy, with over-pretentious imagery blocking it, not allowing the real important things to come through clearly. Imagine it, if you will, like a vein. You need to build it up, but you also need to allow the main content, the feelings etc, to come through. If you build it up too much, you block it up, and the whole thing gets messy. This is a good practice, and it's not too shabby because you do have good images and parts in there, but it's over done. You've got to pick the relevant images and use the exact right words for what you need. I'd also pick up reading a lot more yourself. There's parts in this where the grammar, punctuation and general flow of a sentence is topsy-turvy, a bit wrong. Reading a lot more definitely helps when writing. Same with poetry. Keep going with it, because there's potential. Remember- no-one needs to be told there's a lot of grains of sand on a beach. |
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