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Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
5:16 pm - Love poems of a sort.

This one is untitled and was written very late at night after a good conversation.


Definitions aside,
You said it was your first time.

First, you asked the question,

And I only could say yes.

I’d known the answer weeks before,

When first you touched my face.

"You taste like medicine," she said.
"You might be Dionysis"

Then I asked the question,
And all you said was yes.

You were nervous before,

And I was nervous after.

You said it was your first time,

So, why am I the one who changed?

This next one is silly and written just today.

Madness and Denial (a turbulent trial)
You believe in many gods
And I believe in none

I believe in many loves
and you believe in one

But lets put all that beside us now
And go have naked fun.

current mood: busy

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Tuesday, April 18th, 2006
10:05 pm

Something I wrote a while back that popped up in my head. I guess it kind of resembles a poem. No title yet. Also, I love criticism. Seriously, lay it on me.

Read through. Time passes.
It's all the same.
Red silk satin dresses and incomprehensible diagrams.

Peter. Eggs. Bacon. Glass of milk.
Isolation. Insecurity.
The beast. Chained.
And so it goes.

So close you can't focus. So deep inside you can't always see.
Surface details are missing.
Think of the male as a voluble sex.

Compulsive. Clean. Poet.
9:00 am. Wednesday. Hospital.
I'll always keep the thing you made.

-Will M.

current mood: accomplished

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Thursday, January 12th, 2006
7:56 pm - poem/song The Lost One

Hey everybody,
This is Katy and the poem that is below is one that came to me randomly. I'd like to know what people think about it. And I would just like to say that it is a song, so some words are drawn out longer then others. There is supposed to be a story in it, it formed around anyway. It is a couple pages long so you have to click on the link.

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Tuesday, December 27th, 2005
3:52 pm - (I finally wrote something!)

Merry Christmas to everybody! Although I'm having a great break, I miss everyone terribly and can't wait to get started on a new block!! I sat down all day yesterday and studied the form of the villanelle (i.e. 'Mad Girl's Love Song' and 'Lament', both by Sylvia Plath). I'm not done yet, and I'd like to hear what you all think. Love, Shawna

A villanelle

Your delusions I may wish to borrow;
My beauty sleeps and all is sane;
I cannot breathe in this strange sorrow.

To save your Home, your soul I sow,
Murdering brown so green can breed--
Such delusions I may wish to borrow.

Falling frenzy caught the morrow
When birds swooped down to tempt the growth.
I cannot breathe in this strange sorrow!

The glass grabs my breath as I watch them glow--
A decadent parade of glossy bodies!--
Your delusions I shall never borrow.

And there's poison on your breath--I know--
You bite my heart and mock its froth;
I cannot breathe in this strange sorrow.

There is no Rose with thorns as yours,
For you judge the things of love a bother.
My beauty sleeps and all is sane;
I cannot breathe in this strange sorrow.

current mood: accomplished

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Tuesday, November 15th, 2005
3:51 pm - Kiss of Death

This is Erin Casey. The poem I'm including is called Kiss of Death. I wrote it my sophomore or junior year of high school, can't quite remember. Like I told you all at the meeting, I typically like to write about nature. I was criticized for not using much punctuation in this poem but I typically don't do that in any of my poetry unless I find it necessary. If you can, tell me what you think and give me advice on anything you wish. Thanks a lot.

Kiss of Death

Withered stems and fallen leaves
Bleeding tips of thorns
Petals gray once burning red
To the dust they're sworn

Feathers stripped from angel's wings
Plummet towards the ground
Never shall they rise again
To death's grip they're bound

Silent trees and silent woods
Songs shall sound no more
Shadows grip and strangle life
Darkness, death and gore

Days pass by and winters come
They grasp the world with frost
Frozen kiss of deadly winds
Burning lives are lost

Souls are shattered; blood runs free
The dirt drinks it anew
Living grounds, now darkened red
How the taste they rue!

Sorrow comes on darkened days
The strand of life is slashed
Hindered by the cold embrace
For light and dark have clashed

Spirits weep and hope shall fade
Oh how the world's amiss
When it comes, that chilling breath
And death's cruel, frozen, kiss

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Thursday, November 10th, 2005
8:11 pm - Scriptorium

Here's my first piece to be workshopped. I was hoping for suggestions, in particular, on the end. I want to end it in Latin, something along the lines of "With the help of God." Something that would give it that monastic feel.

- Kelly


sap suckling trees rape
Mid fall apple air
in condensation & hazed periphery
orange-red lips kissing
our bare footed entities

the sonorous meditations
brown-cloaked monks hum
at three
when cinnamon dew beneath
arouses the liminal
the cranial cavity adept

chipped green benches
test aged concrete & pavement
walks eclipse
landscape unscathed,
unetched hedonism
& momentary insecurity

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8:09 pm - Another quick note

Also, can you please tag all of your entries? That option is at the bottom of the update screen. Tag it with the type of piece it is -- poetry, prose, non-fiction, etc. If you don't want to define it or cannot define it, just put "other." Tagging entries allows readers easy access to particular types of entries.

It'd also be cool if you could identify yourself in your posts, both posting and commenting. I like knowing who is helping me out :)

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8:06 pm - Welcome!

Welcome to Cornell College's community for the sharing of and critiquing/workshopping of writing. We are open to all types of writing and are willing and eager to help as we can.

I ask you to put very large posts behind a livejournal cut, which is explained under the FAQ. Otherwise, it's pretty open. It'd be good to check the community every couple of days and reply when you can. Suggestions and workshopping is what we're about. If you have specific questions you want answered about your work, post them with the piece.

Carpe noctum!

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