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I have chills from my natashkiA couple of genericc because of Veronica
Broken teeth from a friend Luba
Ripped nerves from neighbor's Faith
A tumor in the stomach because of a**and Lucky
The lesions of cirrhosis due to aunt Rose
Holes in the myocardium from the evil Katie
Hair all crept not forget Lisa
Body Allergy after cute Leah
Series of arthritis from bitches, Rita
Eggs problems from profury Emma
And hiccup wildly from funny Faces
Ten strains from the movements of Eugene
On the groin blisters from athletes Oli
Bruises on the penis - well, thank you Lena
Crazy, I became even after a meeting with Dasha
Shnobel my failure is due to Vali
Ear ache after a skirmish with Ksenia
But actually pain is due to Leli
After the coma, the young Toms
Back sore afterward of a serial killer
Lower back hernia from bbw redhead
Bouts of diarrhea from one Kurnool
And still Tingling from my natashki
These are, brothers, in life freaks
Maybe to die, maybe in pid***s...
Well, Cho you, Mihas, a sharp like that? Well I first asked him, he hasn't replied yet, and you're immediately on the attack... Mebbe he praise ask...
alllexxx-criticism is essentially necessary,especially that verse,MIGA gvoril...um...=)))
In pounced, already frightened ))). I actually wrote for fun. Who are you serious here write).
But thank you for your attention.
Live for a living, I hurt you, you are my critics. Come on, show me a beginner class!)))
WELL, first off, I can here tisnut Lovin ' her - and Cho?
Second, even in this example Mona to parse basic errors (and also principles) of styropianu...
And third, Cho means snapped? I have something of a bad word said, the current demand!!!
Guys we should not frighten the principles of styropianu. We Academy is not finished , but I will say this - poetry is a thing that you write them at least every letter in accordance with the principles, but without soul and thoughts - it is not poetry, but words.
What I wrote above - let alone, that I was sparganii and verse I do not think so.
2 alexxx - no offense, but do not about principles here, honestly not the issue. When the soul climbs poetry ( roughly, but there are)- it can be seen immediately and about trochees and iambs here and remember.
I'm sorry but the Internet will be released only on Saturday, then answer, if it be that.
Will be, will be, what! The iambs with trochees - a types, but not the principles. But that's not the point. The main thing that you need to learn EVERYTHING you're trying to take, otherwise nothing good will come of it. If with all your soul, that acre of soul and there will be nothing in this verse; Amateur hour attempts so TMI will remain. In your stile too, the mood IS (at least a year with the verse suffer, at least three minutes, the main thing - result!), he deserves criticism but NOT FOR THIS. And for that, about what you do not want to read. And necha boasts that"the Academy is not finished, as Cho do not know, do not want to know, and Neznamy - with soul, without soul for the UNKNOWN thing to get ready... Most of our troubles it is from this that it is not samsi not acimsi ALL awesome SPCA in politics, sports, medicine and Economics. And now in verse! (I deliberately did not write poetry, because not talking about the soul, and the technical principles for the addition of verse). And with the soul-without a soul - IN ANY JOB same...
Mijas IS MY POETRY, rather it is the song and it I have the Potente!!!!
But ischo one song of MINE:
Summer I have dreamed a dream,
It walked on the water,
And woke up, forgot,
Where am I in it floated.
The raft, my raft was shattered,
From under the feet fled,
Yes broke, don't collect,
Why would he lie to me.
That's the miracle on the mountain
White angel I saw in my dream,
All the patterns in the wings vdet,
In clothes wearing,
Dream my dream, strange it,
I dreamed in unison,
And woke up, forgot,
Was he or was!!!
Andrew, if this is your verse, immediately the question. You know that means in unison? How can something singular to do something (even sound!) in unison?
If we are talking about poetry...
Ultradefensive-new year's (30.12.2003)
I hate this planet
How did I end up in this world?
God, it's ridiculous.
Holiday? What is out there! A complete madhouse!
Here black snow, one-sided spruce
A lot of toys of broken lies,
A festive day in the middle of the week?
Even congratulate no one is calling.
The mirror hate your content
The song rushing past the soul.
Just relax as much as possible
Heart, wait, do not knock, do not rush.
Ash hopes scatter in the wind,
Deathly going to draw silence
And run across the icy silence,
Joy freezes in it seeds.
I hate this planet
I can't be in this world.
Maybe it will be someday a miracle:
I will be happy for a moment. And die.
Oh, by the way... Feedback is optional. Although I'm not against your points of view =)
And even if someone does not like the mood of depression - here you are a little optimistic. And inglish, to the heap. However, after writing something Vysotsky remembered...
I live...
I should have never started that...
...My foolish heart... I hold my head
In hands and stare on the floor.
You won't need me anymore.
For heart-ache there''s no easy cure
You always get it when you part.
Your love and beauty will for sure
Remain forever in my heart.
You know, they say He fell in love -
A picture''s so clear:
I walk, I run, I rush and jump
Though landing isn''t near.
I was always afraid of height
But that''s a real magic flight.
Just think of the joy it has to give...
I love - I fly - it means - I live!
And if the destiny for me
Is smashing on the ground,
It doesn''t matter - I have seen
The joy of love I found.
Write to write, but beautifully.Once I read here is a poem: enlist the power of the cross.
Blessed is he who is the temple of his soul
Betrayed the flame of passions.
Blessed is he,whose mind is always sacred,
Someone humble to be sorry,
And who to the foot of the cross
Relinquishes joy and sorrow.
(Coll. gr.Valuev)
But as spiritual poetry?
Raindrops are falling one by one,
Star fall one...
The dot is the point
Separated by void...
I - on the street, in the midst, in the crush,
Face close, close but where?
Heart tie pin
Flutter in the void.
Name? Who? And to ask? What?
I'm one on one with sudboy.
In this battle me anyone help
With loneliness and emptiness?
We are not skimpy on the help and mercy
I am sure, will help in trouble.
But so far nothing has happened
I am alone in the void. In the emptiness...
Soldier in the field whether alone?
Reply wait, hold on.
What is the soul? At this point
Surrounded by emptiness....
Just her, some with fear, who boldly
Each looks into the eyes of destiny.
And the other will not make things,
For you...
The loneliness of peace.
Like arguing with emptiness,
The grain grows ear,
And calls inaudible voice,
And fluttering over the crowd:
Look the same! Wait! Wait...
Poems from the mountain Lucchesi:
Rain, fog,
Well, not hail...
Again we
No one here glad.
Lyuchikheza in the fog
like in the burka.
The rain taps
On a wet back.
Hey, entomologist!
Cheer up!
Scattered clouds
And there will be a Paradise!
Look up at the sky,
On Strannik, to the mountain
A done deal?
Home walk just right!
And from there:
If you live in the clouds,
Don't whine don't cry, you are God.
And nothing that the water in the side!
What do you in a puddle curled up groaning?
What in the mists bathing wet?
My poor God...