Allow me to explain...
Poetry assholes are the assholes who think that just because they are a poet or a lover of poetry that they are "deep" and see meaning and purpose and depth and a second, third, and fourth meaning to everything and anything, which in return, makes all you "ordinary" people void of any real and true emotion or passion.
But
Sometimes, shit is just shit no matter who looks at it. It's not a discoloration of the metaphor that is life... it's just shit.
Twilight assholes are the assholes who think that this author has somehow taken an ancient creature of night and developed a new twist to it while also enveloping an enchanting, passionate, and romantic love story/triangle among all the "darkness," that is incorporated with vampires.
But
Sometimes, glittering, fangless vampires and ordinary dull high school kids are just wack. It's not new, it's not "emo", it's not sweet, it's not that I gotta read the second book because the first 300 pages of the first book is just an intro to the real plot.... it's just wack.
See the similarities?
I am but a puppet to my heart's passion
In the crudeness of the night
Truth and shadows mimic the twilight
And things that hide in the light
Become plainly and vividly in sight
There is a rawness to utter darkness
It is, in my opinion, what many fear
Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears
As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near
Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.

"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."
Me, myself, & my mic

"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.
Self Portrait
My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Poetry Assholes are relative to Twilight Assholes
Posted by Kay Martiatu at 12:47 PM
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