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Losing my Adolescence By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 7/4/2003; 12:08 PM Pushing away from dullness A green spark on the arm of a tree Burns so quick, just like a match But green, not yellow, without a flinch No darkness hollows its heart And screaming into a blue sky, it fades The resting calm of a mild yellow While grey rotting elders decay Melting into the dark that ends the air Take notice; burn firey red With the blood of each witnessed sunset Before your colour is swept away By relentless wind and rain You cannot chose to die. You simply do.
RE: Losing my Adolescence By: Richard Davidson on 7/4/2003; 12:24 PM I'm not sure... Processing... Processing... .......... ........... Processing... Data string unknown.
RE: Losing my Adolescence By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 7/4/2003; 12:27 PM *boggle*
RE: Losing my Adolescence By: R.A.B. on 7/7/2003; 9:15 AM obscenety versus ambiguity? Choose your poison.
RE: Losing my Adolescence By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 7/7/2003; 3:07 PM it's a leaf posing as a metaphor for life. metaphor for. That sounds fun. I write nothing obscene. Or at least publish none of it.
RE: Losing my Adolescence By: R.A.B. on 7/7/2003; 7:22 PM Chie I meant obscenety here as "something that can't be that understandable" due to Richard's comment. There two classifications of poetry writting based on meaning one is obscenety which takes Nirvana's smells like teen spirit as very good example because almost all metaphors used there are cobain's personal metaphors therefore making the song's meaning quite vague. The other is ambiguity which uses ambigous metaphors that most people can easily relate to. Anyway sorry bout that ma'am and have a nice day =)
RE: Losing my Adolescence By: Richard Davidson on 7/7/2003; 9:32 PM RAB, just so you know, (and now Chie will know too -thanks a lot!) I wrote my post as a way to express that, although I am a brilliant writer and literary critic, at least compared to someone who can't read, I can't get a handle on the secret imagery Chie has concealed within this poem. I'm supposed to visualize something, like that excellent coffee poem, but my mind is a blank; what the Buddhists would correctly call "the uncarved block." I wanted to express that, but I wanted to do it subtly, and with kind of an original edge to it. You have ruined it forever, and that means you owe me money. I'm going to want quite a bit of money, too, as I am quite broke. Gold is fine, or US Dollars, preferably in a Swiss Bank Account. Let me know on this. I eagerly await your reply, and first payment. Yes, Chie, you will get your cut.
RE: Losing my Adolescence By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 7/8/2003; 12:03 AM Surely you mean obscure? Good, richard, I was about to ask. But would you do me the favor of converting that into high quality dark chocolate? Dark Ghiradelli will do, if that's hard to find.
RE: Losing my Adolescence By: R.A.B. on 7/8/2003; 7:05 AM oh yeah sorry hehehe
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