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>>24697242Could you clarify what kind of “work” you’d like me to post? For example, are you looking for:Creative writing (like a poem, short story, or scene)Visual art (a description of an original image I could create)Technical writing (like a tutorial or article)Something elseAnd do you want me to critique your work too, or just show you how to critique others’?
>>24698035ChatGPT ass reply. Fuck outta here nigga.
/lit/ is a shitty boardi'd rather fall on a swordthan read what fags shill/lit/cels have shitty tasteand only consume wasteas swines to their swill
dying houseplant/closed curtainsintrepid leaves that sought the sun,subdued now—wilting, brownish, deada monument to things undoneas l, too, waste away in bed.you craved the light- I gave you noneand starved you of the things that fed.
I walked to the bus stopDon’t stare at me bitchI am in the bus stopDon’t look at me, BitchNow I am On the bus. Hey, StopAnd look over there’s. Bitch.Yeah yeah yeah. Link in park Jerry jackson…eeeeehy
Wrote this last night, idk what to name itUpon my eyes befell a flower dressed in black,Striking in beauty, noble in actShe moved in calm and with vigor,Between lost men, drunk with ichorHer gorgon stare reduced me to stoneand there I stood, bare as boneA word I spoke, but no moreAs I crumbled into dust, swept on the floorWith her voice, accompanied a choirSang by angels with their lyreSerenading sweet harmonies for men to hearas she struck my heart with a burning spearHer smile took the life out of my lungsMy love proclaimed, if not twisted mine tongueIn silence i sat, boiling with wonderOf how to merge our path asunder
I'm gayI'm gayI'm gayI put AIDS in the pool
>>24699241Horrible.
>>24699252Thank you anon
>>24699252Could you critique mine?sparks coat my tonguesmoke rises from memorieseyes bleed salt over firesoot gives way to stale airmy lungs burn in the cindersblood boils to sanguine steamcharred, stinging air on raw skinemergent over a burnt huskan offering, my wicker self
>>24699287Charred.
I have a story, written in verse. but I've done it only in order to arrange things, and have better grasp of it when I'm sorting it out.. I'd call it prosaic verse. https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/128737/the-wheel-and-the-wing
>>24699233>Anon reminds me to feed houseplant Good poem
unfinished worki'm stringing words along a paper trail,hoping you would find me - in my vulnerability.me, among my countless books thatlay unopened [] if you ask, i shall lend them to you forever,and make use of those words that fly in the air wheni'm gone, and make them symbols of that ineffable thing we were before - that philosophers call ἀπειρον.[ ]i stand along the thin borders of sheol,looking down at the depths of the world.thinking maybe i myself am a symbol,or maybe i'll tumble down further,and return to the front of your mind,just as the sun runs across the tracks of day and night.
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I got a perfect level-up on one of my units while playing Fire Emblem this morning, and because I'm a normal person, I decided to make a parody of Ozymandias about it. Now, call me crazy, but the overlap between people who enjoy Romantic era poetry and people who play Fire Emblem on this website is probably not huge, so I feel it will, unfortunately, go all-but unappreciated no matter where I post it. Anyway...I met a player from a Fire Emblem threadWho said: "Two underwhelming offence statsOn a child unit...Near them, under-fed,Half shrouded, a goth girl visage lies, whose smirk,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of yandere dread,Tell that its sculptor just made Tharja againBut with different hair, because her MotherIs a dancer whose growth rates are insane.And in a 4chan post these words appear:'My name is Rhajat!Azura, chief of onis:Look on my level up, ye Mighty, and despair!'Average stats remain. Round the hit-ratesOf that abysmal SKL, unreliably low,Her ‘okay’ defences can tank a hit, or two…”
The moon is full; my wine is red;Bacchus is whispering in my head.I'll have a sloppy wank tonight,And give poor Phoebe quite a fright.
wo das wasser bergan fließtund der schatten strebt zum lichtwo wälderrauschen kühn beschließtdass ein lüftlein auf sich richtwo du siehst mit eignem augewie den jäger schießt die taubewo fort vom strand die woge brichtdort sahst du eine wahre geschichtder haken allein, sie stimmt wohl nicht
>>24702174Here’s a faithful yet poetic translation of your German poem into English, keeping the rhythm and sense intact:---Where the waters climb the height,and the shadow seeks the light,where the forest’s daring soundbids the breeze to turn around,where your very eyes beholddove by hunter’s shot laid cold,where from shore the billow parts—there you saw a tale of arts.Only the hook—ah, that rings untrue,the rest was real, as told to you.
e^(pi(i))+1=0I have no idea what it means,Yet it is the most profound thing that I have ever seen in my life.
these threads used to have anons providing constructive criticism…
>>24703758If you want there to be constructive criticism then fucking provide some instead of uselessly complaining.
>>24702115for anyone wondering: I couldn't keep it up so I gave up and went to bed at around 1am.
>>24703149Thank you for this!Is it on purpose that you translated the last line more as "Der Haken allein, *der* stimmt wohl nicht"? Asking because I am starting to like that variant.I wrote this when I could not sleep some days ago, and I stole the ending lines from the end of some movie that I had watched that evening. Something along the lines of "This story might be made up. But after all, this is how it was."
>>24704095Anon, that is clearly just an ai translation.I liked your poem desu, though the meter is off in the penultimate line; there's no good way around that 'eine wahre' however; might 'Sicht' perhaps work instead, as in a view?
>>24704117I have been fooled I had the last two lines in a stricter meter at first, but then decided to break it up so it would seem a bit more like an offhand narrator's commentary 1st version: dort sahst du eine wahr Geschichtder Haken bloß: sie stimmt wohl nicht
>>24702071>Now, call me crazy, but the overlap between people who enjoy Romantic era poetry and people who play Fire Emblem on this website is probably not hugeIm right the fuck here. If anything I feel this is extremely postmodernist with how cheeky and ironic you made it all sound. I would absolutely enjoy some byronic lines and vocabulary followed by terms like SKL, Offence Stats, Tank
>>24699233nice
>>24698533They think they're so deepTheir mind is a big shit heappoetry is gay
>>24699241Girls are grossYour poem gave me herpes.
>>24703737alt+f4alt+f4alt+f4 EnterEverything goes blank
>>24699237I don't hate it.I don't know who link in park jerry jackson is.
Not a day wastedWhile drinking my beerI just wanted a tasteNow I know fearThere is no escapeSo I'll do my timeA bottle of vodkaOne sad drink at a timeIf I were a songIt'd probably be discoOh, for a drink I longWith sober machismoWith tired eyesI have to goUndone are my liesSo I write in prose
>>24704307Why are you drinking?
>My left testicle itches>my dick is tight>and I can't change my pants.>I take off my shorts>to avoid chafing>i touch my left testicle. >And it's stinging, oh sir>i pour oil on the testicle>the pain goes away and my dick is free.Made with google translator. How do you rate my poem.
>>24704307Did you seriously rhyme “time” with “time”? Smh
>>24704520It hits twice as hard.It's time turned up to 11.
>>24704754This is why you shouldn’t write drunk.
>>24704520I did.>>24704804This, unfortunately.
My love was like a freshly-baked baguette.You said: “these days, I’m eating gluten-free.”I sat there—golden-crusted, warm—and yetYou let me harden and discarded me. My love was like a melting slice of Brie,That you, a stalwart vegan, would not taste. So I congealed, consumed by nobody,And all my gooey softness went to waste. My love was like a perfect crème-brûlée.You raised your spoon, but just before the act Recalled that processed sugar was passé,So my crisp caramel surface went uncracked. Have all Epicurean charms been soured? Must I go undesired? Undevoured?
>>24704804I put the vodka a place it shouldn't beThe beer came to also be thereI knew then it was timetimeThe voice from somewhere it told me it's time to vomit.
>>24704899Stop drinking yourself sick.
>>24704904Why are you assuming the vodka was drank?
Goat fucking poemI fuck goats,Oh yes! I do.In the cunt,Or in the poo.I fuck goats,Yes this is true!Both nannies,And buckaroosFucked a doe,It’s billy too.Came insideAnd you should too.Fucked a buck,Until it wethered.Caprine hircine got me tethered.
>>24703758Around every 3 years, the criticism is almost never constructive and usually focused on adhering to some rules a kid learned in college that the majority of poetry through history did not adhere to.
If you had any skill, you would be a rapper instead and make millions.>b-but I’m not black!Neither is Eminem.
>>24705183Mashallah
>>24705223
Rain repeats rain like poemsleft unread on the sidewalks,over mountains and rivers,without beginning or end,ghosts watching from the corners.
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;We'll find out just as sure as we live,Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,Somethin's gotta give, somethin's gotta give, somethin's gonna give.
A short historical poem. The land of heros, noble Greece,Has seen much blood through all her days. The greatest of antiquity Have met to fight upon her face. Where Persians broke their gleaming spears, And Phillip sent his horsemen forth, The Despots did, in later years, Spar over Alexander's shirt. But larger giant's were to come And trample mountains with their feet; Italia's wolves, The Trojan's sonsWould seek in battle golden wreaths. At Pharsalus did their armies meet,With pomp and valor lost to old. Pompey the great felt sure to reap A victory like all before. A thousand battles he had won,A thousand and one he sought to gain;So called to far flung vassaldoms,Sent kings and soldiers to the fray. But fate had spun a different tale, And brighter stars where set to rise. In martial matters Pompey failed; On Caesar’s side Olympus smiled.
I'm on the shitter as I typePooping pooping poopingtime to wipe------naw' I'm good.Time to pee in the sink
It's weird to see all of these drunks writing their bullshit and realize that I've been the same some nights ago and will be the same again.Here's a little thing I wroteAll of those words I said to you at night, when I laid bare and froze And opened up and curled my toes and indeed you seemed to listenTo you they were akin to gossip, I suppose
Roses are red,And violets blue.You lay on your bedAnd I lay on you.Roses: red.Violets? Blue.Your legs they were spread,And pearl-hued my goo.Rosie is red,Violetta is blue.The nectar you fedMe's translucent in hue.Infernally red,Celestially blue.Infernally Fred.My words ever true.- Fred Sex
>>24705855Almost reads like Homer as translated by some renowned nineteenth century English poet. Almost but not quite; here and there a pop-song-sounding like, a whiff of Britney Soears banality. But still pretty good.- Fred Sex
>>24706628"a pop-song-sounding line", I mean.- Fred
>>24705806A facile juxtaposing of the erudite and the banal. Amusing to the young.- Fred
mr sex you haven't critiqued my writing?
>>24706634Very observant. The sacred and the propane.
Green veins in the dust,a stubborn green thing,a drunk who won’t go,You cling to the sun,half-light, half-shadow,your roots whisper thirst.You pressed your child’s browagainst the window of a nameless city.
I saw a she-wolf the other nightby the old mesquite, by the moonlightby the shallow stream that coiled overtiles of obsidian lamellarLast night I saw a thing the world lostthat had been from the heart of man crossedin a place where a million moons shoneon a million leaves, pale and wraithlike
like border guards with empty hands,Rebellion laughs through shadowed streets,betrayed my skin in silence.motels and failed revolutions,that every eye cannot escape.
There once was a fag from /lit/Every poem he wrote was shitOne of them was so badIt made the other fags madThis poem is it
>>24709271I find this excellent. Beautiful language and grim subject matter (I like this contrast). A better mastery of English than I have. Very smooth and melodious without incurring in kitsch. Same for the contrast between hell home and nature imagery: some may roll their eyes but I think it's handled elegantly. The simplistic ABAB rhyming scheme I could quibble with but I tend to use it too.
>>24709292Thanks a lot friend. I find your assessment similar to my own assessment of it. Overall happy with it, but can't complain if some don't have the stomach for it.
>>24708592I use words I think will make me look sophisticated I use words I think will make me look smartIt turns out I'm incapable of recognizing talent or lack thereofWE DID IT RE DD IT