Poets Unite!
POSTED BY: RiverFlan
UPDATED: Wednesday, June 10, 2009 17:36
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Well, as for the writing
I must say, it isn't flighting
I can't get the words out of my clumsy head
Why, it's as if I'm dead!
I really am trying, as best I can
But even being an avid flan
Cannot make me into a writer
Any more than I could produce a purr!
It's not fit for eyes to see
And if it were on paper, I'd surely burn to a bit
But I shall continue on it
And maybe it will be able to earn a B!
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Well, if you care for a few bits of advice about writing
It's well worth it to keep fighting;
Whether it's fanfic or poetry or professional novel, not a word of it ever got printed
Without the author first-drafting, reviewing, revising, getting a little bit of constructive criticism here and there until every word was carefully and finely minted.
And mei-mei, never fear
That's why I'm here,
To lend you a hand wherever it's needed
Till you fully and truly feel that you've got something good enough to be readed.
I loved writing Star Wars fanfic back in the dewy grass of my youth,
But looking back through it and even daring to read it now is akin to pulling out toenail and tooth,
For it was so terrible
That I can't possibly comprehend how my best friend found it at all berrible.
The catch is, I didn't bother with a beta
Until much, much lata
When my writing had seen very little improvement
And for the sake of writing really good Firefly fanfic, finding someone who could read, review and concrit was an obvious behoovement.
So don't worry
And don't hurry
I'm a patient fellow
Just waiting here at the forger's bellow.
Captain of the New England Browncoats
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When are you thinking of disappearing?
When are you falling off the map?
When the unknown that you're fearing's in the clearing
when your world's gone flat?
When you're waiting for your life to be depicted
and feeling estrangement from escape
when you're packaged up, beautifully scripted
insulated with electrical tape?
When the famous are getting airborne
and the evacuation's underway
and not for all the pot in Rosedale
could you possibly get them to stay?
When a blind eye turns to duty?
When I'm standing here holding the door
saying things like after you, wit before beauty
and okay, maybe there's room for just one more?
When technology fails, forever changes
and hardcore shadows are gone
when what the average age rearranges
is forever certain, forever wrong?
When new adventures in electronics
are making signals pleasing to the ear?
When tubes are cooking up distortion
meaning the end of suffering is near?
When the podium's sprouting weeds
that have been rendered ridiculous by the times
when people have different needs
and time smiles on disciplined minds?
When you're getting king-sized satisfaction
in the turnstiles of the night
from all the shaky pale transactions
and all the heartache in your social life?
When are you thinking of disappearing
when there's nothing but heartache in your social life?
Nothing But Heartache In Your Social Life
~ G. Downie
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Let's bump this thread
Revive it
I shall not give up on it
Until I am dead
As for the fanfic, Steamer, I have to say
It's an impossibility for me
I cannot write River
Or any other character
I can't write
In another's universe
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Why are diamonds a girl's best friend?
It's known to her alone;
When your three-month card you omit to send
In favour of the phone,
Promise is as promise is
Like happiness fulfilled,
But just ask the doubting Thomases
Whose blood was almost spilled.
Is diamond really the hardest rock
That's known to humankind?
Oh no, a block of hardier stock
Can any wuman find,
The trouble being, she too soon turns
The accusing on her man,
Who's caught off guard when away his love burns
In fire from frying pan.
Different strokes from different blokes
Might do the job of diamonds -
Just ask the closest of your male folks
Whether Peters, Pauls or Siamonds;
Trying to save in a postwar storm
A love with the best intentions
Can only be done in gemstone form
Or repeated 500-pound benchin's.
What once could be done with a bunch of roses
Or daisies, or zinnias, or tulips,
Tends now to end with broken noses,
Fractured bones or split-in-two lips.
If ever your thoughts wander round the bend
When you feel your spark's apt to die out,
To why diamonds are a girl's best friend -
Why, the better to poke her man's eye out.
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