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Poetry & Prose I cringe at the word 'poetry'. I only really liked one poet, Henry Lawson. He was a story teller like I try to be. I prefer prose, and I'm not sure I use the word in its true academic sense. My prose pieces are stories that flow like a song. I guess that's the best way to describe them. What's special about this page though, is that it contains four of the best pieces of writing I've ever done. The pieces are Midnight Silhouettes, The Day We Went Away, Valkyrie's Hand, and Dance of the Damned. A Candlelit Room (Poem 1997) is crap. I wrote it trying to impress a chick, and hey it got me laid. Feel free to bounce it off a bird and try your luck. Dance of the Damned
(Prose 1998) is a nicely depressing piece. I still
like it and I love the imagery and metaphors. Midnight Silhouettes
(Poem 1998, Song 2000) is my favourite poem. It was
recorded by a German singer in 2000 and later translated to
Swedish for a stage production. All that aside though,
I love this poem. I really, really love it. Night Sprite (Poem 2001) is painful and ludicrous. How pissed was I when I wrote this festering pile of horse shit? Pretty Girl
(Poem 1999) I don't mind this. I'd like to hate it but
I don't. The Day We Went Away
(Prose 2000-2005) This should probably be in the Narrative
section but it lacks the required humour to qualify. I
took five years to write it. I'm so glad I did but it
triggers my depression every time I look at it. Make
of it what you will. Valkyrie's Hand
(Poem 1997) A large mythical poem from The Edge. |
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