PIPS - Discussion (August Edition)

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Welcome to the second part of PIPS!

In this thread, we encourage you to read the entries and answer the discussion questions provided. Feedback and commentary are of course welcome, but remember this was meant to be fun and light. We're here to discuss the themes of the submissions, not to nitpick how they were written :)

First of all, thank you to everyone who participated! As a first edition of PIPS, I must say it was rather successful for the first round. This is encouraging and makes me enthusiastic that we will be back in December for another edition!

Some of the submissions are anonymous -- please respect this request by the writer and do not try to pin it on someone, even if you recognize their writing. There are no winners, but every entry will be featured in a pinned Showcasing thread, along with their entry!

There will be a reading done on Discord on Sunday September 3 @ 18h00 server time (Central time, GMT -6). It was supposed to be done on August 31, but I apparently REALLY miscalculated that and I will actually be at work XD Apologies for this oversight. I will attempt to record it as well so those who cannot show up for the event will still be able to hear it. More instructions will be posted when the time comes!


The themes for August's PIPS were:

  • Adversity
  • Empowerment
  • Loss of innocence
  • Man against nature
  • Perseverance
Between one and three themes were encouraged to be used.


  • In the following tabs you will have the discussion questions, which I highly suggest using! :) You are also free to simply comment on the submissions and say how you feel about them or how they made you feel.

    There is one entry marked with a warning for explicit content, you have been advised.

    • Do you feel the themes selected for the poem were identifiable in the submission? If more than one theme, did a theme feel like it was the main one?
    • If a title was provided, did it mean anything in regards to the rest of the poem?
    • In your own words, what do you think the poem meant?
    • Are there any symbols? If so, what did they mean? Do you think they were universal symbols or did they arise from the context of the poem?
    • Did the poem provide an image? If so, what kind of image?
    • Do you feel the form (poetic form, rhyme scheme, line arrangement, etc) influenced how you interpreted the poem? Were they important elements?
    • What was the tone used? Did any words reveal the tone? Is it consistent, or does it change along the way?
    • What heavily connotative words were used? Did you feel any words had unusual or special meanings? If any words or phrases were repeated, why do you think that is?
    • Did you feel like you understood the meaning behind the poem? Were the writer's intentions clear or ambiguous?
    • If you were to read this poem out loud, how would you go about it? In terms of tone, rhythm, etc.
    • What parts of the poem interested or puzzled you the most?



    • Number/letter grades are highly discouraged as they tend to be arbitrary and to vary widely in interpretation. This applies to any form of comparative grading. It is better to use the discussion points from the previous tab for each entry based on its individual merit rather than assigning a grade.
    • Some entries were requested to be anonymous, please respect the writer's decision.
    • Discussions are encouraged to happen between August 20 and August 31, but if you wish to keep talking about the entries once the event is over, the thread should remain available for a few week.


Have fun and even if you didn't submit a poem, everyone is encouraged to talk about the entries! :)




By: Anonymous
Themes: Loss of innocence



"Winter's Will-o'-Wisp"

Years of heartfelt trust, then:
"I never wanted you!"
Never? Never?! Never, never…
"Well. I just thought you should know."

And now, back to this business of existence.
Another item checked crisply off your list.
Efficient words that casually savage the heart ("why do you feel so much?!").
All in the interest of waste management.

One does not defy the edict of abandonment by the ruler of this barren landscape,
Who never looked back as friend or ally.
Truth rides beneath one's feet like broken glass in shifting sands; felt, but unseen.
And I? Bootless, left behind, I looked ahead.

Watching where you loomed large and darkly shadowed against the sun,
As you followed your mysterious sad instincts,
Ruinous and seven leagues beyond my touch.

Now, less than a shadow beneath the ground.


By: @FrictionFrog
Themes: Perseverance, Empowerment, Adversity



Remove from a butterfly it's beautiful wings and what is left to see?
A broken body and a broken spirit with no remaining beauty?

But what of the butterfly,
who's will is not yet broken?

With this one life to live,
should it's dreams not go unspoken?

Should it not surrender to it's fate, accepting the sympathy it's been given?
Has not the nature decided, this is it's skin to live in?

Is it not a selfish thing, to try it's very best?
To chase it's dreams and follow it's heart when it could stunt the rest?

What of those selfless few, that help it onto their backs?
Shouldn't they not be burdened, by what has slipped through the cracks?

For love doth cloud the minds and reasoning of the few.
That see something more, than the rest of them do.

Or perhaps it strengthens, to fly against the wind.
To work extra hard, to go through thick and thin.

For no heart hath less worth, or soul lesser value,
to the ones who can see past what is worldly and shallow.


By: Anonymous
Themes: Man against nature, Perseverance
Poetic form: Pi poem


Out, I stay. A musty afternoon, it causes fears and exhibits drizzling; dazzles worriedly men. To see absolute alms hiding my travel, wood and the beamlike fir of jungles, arboreous brush. . On patience, forested path I journeyed, starved. A breeze.


By: @Iwazuma
Themes: Man vs nature, Perseverance
Poetic form: Limerick



A man walked alone in the wood
Feeling much weaker than any man should
Dropped and lost his backpack
Now he'll never get back
With no compass, doubt any man could

So for now, he opted to survive
And that goal was his purposeful drive
To somehow keep on living
So one day he'd be giving
Good advice on staying alive

It was these muddled thoughts he was thinking
When he suddenly had himself an inkling
That his ear must have caught
A sound that he thought
Was a river of water for drinking!

He wandered on over and discovered
A water source pure as no other
So he cupped both his hands
And drank all he could stand
When he ought to have ducked into cover

For that was when a bear came around
Searching for water, which it had found
It spotted the man
And defending its clan
The bear roared and stared Struthers down

Struthers didn't have much of a choice
He didn't have time to rejoice
He had to fight for his life
So, drawing a knife,
He screamed at the bear with his voice

And leapt at the towering mammal
A maniac's mind he had channeled
But in truth he feared
That his end was near
And he ended up wetting his flannels

For an hour the two went to war
T'was their lives that they were fighting for
Until a fatal jab
Hit the heart with a stab
And the bear let out one final roar

Before toppling onto the ground
The victor, old Struthers, was crowned
He collected its meat
And he cooked it to eat
Before the way home had been found....

"Shut up, Struthers, you drunk!
That might be what you had thunk,
But you had too much mead
And then hit your head
So we carried you back to your bunk!"

His two sons were quite unimpressed
With the story of how he was 'blessed'
Yes, it would seem
T'was another drunk dream
Of old Struthers. Who woulda guessed?


By: @Queen_Nobody
Themes: ?



Bite.
Chew,
Gnaw.


The fabric flesh tore so easily.
Almost as if
It had never been together,
At all.


Hands bloody,
bones aching,
skin frozen.
He couldn't help but
Bathe in the heat of
The rabbit's heart.
Crimson red
Trickling down his body,
The fire of which faded slowly,
like his mind.


How long had it been?
Since his last meal?
Last snack?
Any sort
Of comfort,
Really.



How long,
Since he was lost
In this unforgiving wood?



Sanguine
And
Winter white,
The only colors
The child could remember.


Savage and feral.


Gods.
How long?


By: @Ananfal
Themes: Perseverance, Adversity



The road is long
the miles many
As the sun
begins to set
But we must
continue riding
As we flee
to the west.

Only death
lies behind us
Hope
leads the way
We are few
but we are strong
And we must
continue on.

As the night
brings the darkness
And the light
starts to fade
We march on
in the silence
Until
the break of day.

And in the distance

We see the future

Right there before us

And yet so far.

The fight goes on
we cannot rest now
To stop
would be to die
And so we go
on living
If only
to try.


By: @Uncle Legens Legentis
Themes: Man vs nature



Hurricane Harry, oh what a guy!
Stood in a storm till he died
Winds a blowin', fierce as hell
As he finished a story no one would tell
I was there too, hollerin' strong
That Harry's hope was surely wrong
Alas, that storm took my eyes
And arms, and ears, and mouth, alright
So Harry's ghost goes a hollerin'
Voice like a violin
Tellin' a story no one will hear


By: @Peregrine
Themes: Perserverance
Poetic form: Tanka



Here you need five words
Now seven syllables more
I thought this easy
But it took a week of work
For me to write a tanka


By: @MeadowLark4
Themes: Man vs nature



And so we decided to leave the dragon in it's white den,
with its yellow hair and masked words.

The beast was far too clever,

slipping whispers under the
cracks of our children's
doors
telling them to lock up and
wage war against us with our
catapults and
their walls.

We decided to leave the dragon, because
we were too afraid to give our
lives protecting our children.

When asked us why, we sang
old folk songs about beasts that
once existed 18 years ago but
disappeared like the apparitions
they were into the piss stained carpet.

There are no monsters now, only the
dragon in its white cave which
we decided to leave be.
Because we knew it could not be slain.

We knew there was nothing we could
do to keep it from luring
our bright eyed children into the
moonlight and dropping strange looking beads
on their heads and engaging in
some strange form of weird inconceivable bullshit
that we for the life of our dusty asses

couldn't hope to understand.


By: @Asinis
Themes: Loss of innocence, adversity



This child is winters fugitive,
Behind him autum dawnlight sighs.
On shallow structure his shadow lives,
In a world he built with smoke and lies.

Impostor in a summer land,
He knows his future has a fuse.
In fire cleansed by his own hand,
May drink his feet into his fathers shoes.

The boy of winters creation,
To ancient soil returns.
He will build a firm foundation,
from pain the pattern learned.


By: @Měsíc
Themes: Loss of innocence, perserverance
Poetic form: Pantoum



When I'm alone my mind thinks of you
I think about what you have done to me
And how you left me
Tired


I think about what you have done to me
I need to keep going
Tired
I need to keep going


I need to keep going
For my sister
I need to keep going
So I can show you, you did not destroy me


For my sister
Who I will never let you harm
So I can show you, you did not destroy me
I am stronger even when you left me broken


I will be alright but you will burn
I think about what you have done to me
But I am stronger than that
When I'm alone my mind thinks of you


By: @RiverNotch
Themes: Empowerment


You give the gifts in this relationship,
not I. The toothbrush,
the wooden spoon, the plastic train...

Now it's my turn.
Your present lies on a bed of leaves,
cauliflower heads split wide open.

Its skin is gold
and crackling like the earth
in rainless Ethiopia.

Don't tell me you wish to keep your figure
like that starving people you so mocked.
Don't tell me the smells of the roast don't tempt you,
the fingers of steam fail to pleasure --

your nose
is not my vulva.

Everyone had a hand in it,
from the chef to the waiters to the busboy.
Even the guest whose naked body
you smothered in shit on the street,

he brushed the glaze.
You say you wouldn't eat it but
we know you like to gorge yourself.
Cock and swine, slop and mussel:

to you, they're not much different
from a man,

not least some man I fucked.



By: @PoetLore
Themes: Perseverance



Putting
Every fear and
Reasonable excuse
Squarely behind
Executing the plan with
Victory foremost in
Every action
Remaining
Always in each
Nuance of thought
Courageous and in
Expectation of success


By: @Shakaai
Themes: Loss of innocence, perseverance



Little Lilly so young, learn from the great ones. Though you wish, in your youth, to be the tallest of the group, seek not to be of greater beauty. To stand out from the crowd, the dream for all, yet as you can see, the cruel fate of the beautiful and tall. To stand from the crowd, such a price, is this moment of fame, of fortune worth the cost of one's life? Learn it well now young Lilly dear, never outgrow your peers, let them grow to ambitions much too high, let them see their folly, and let them die. Long as you understans, live your life, Lilly dear, live long and never fear. No thunder no rain, no hateful sun to bear down on you, let those above take this burden, so you may live long and happily. Yes this may be sad, perhaps unfair, but nothing is or ever will be, even in the wildest dreams. Learn and be wise precious young Lilly, learn, and let them not see you, and be proud of whom you are.


By: @Greenie
Themes: Empowerment



Skin as white as ivory
Hair as dark as the midnight sky
Lips soft and red as a rose
And eyes as cold as winter
Calling me, luring me
Seducing me
Siren of the land
Her smile, beautiful, terrifying
Warming me, chilling me
Her breath on my throat
Sending shivers through me
All to be over soon
Fangs pierce my skin
And pain overtakes me
Fantasy now a reality
I will not lose this battle
A gasp escapes both our lips
Relief from mine, outrage from hers
She thought me the prey
A stake in her heart proves otherwise
I am the Hunter​


By: Anonymous
Themes: Loss of innocence



Eyes low, from dawn to dusk
I cannot bare my frigid home
Till when I awoke to find a friend
Big black eyes, silk blue fur
You said "Onward, let us roam"
Time for fun if just pretend

Hand in hand
We journey my old mundane
Now well and warm with You
Hand in hand
We lived and freely reigned
But You couldn't be forever

One journey too far
Lost, no au revoir

Ice inside once more
Gaze grounded in tears

Should I just let go
Should I grow alone
Should I just let go
And now live on my own

I can't just let go
I can't grow alone
I can't just let go
And face the new unknown

Coins cross hands and I have It
Cheap button eyes - stuffed, stitched knit

Hand in hand
We journey my old mundane
Now strange and stared with It
Hand in hand
We're mocked and freely shamed
But It helps keep back forever...

 
Not a meal.

A pi poem? Very interesting. I wonder what's the precedent, or whether this is a fresh experiment. Most of the wordings are awkward, however. For example, "it causes fears and exhibits drizzling". The structure of the sentence suggests "it" is the afternoon, instead of, say, objects exposed to it, yet can times of day exhibit drizzling? Not to mention "exhibit drizzling", rather than the far more regular "drizzle".
Of course, the awkwardness may serve a purpose, making the speaker's wilderness more alien. But this alien nature doesn't quite suggest a struggle, as it ends up reaching into ridiculousness. "musty afternoons" cause fear? "To see the absolute alms hiding my travel" -- to see your gifts to the poor "hide", an intransitive verb, your travel? "arboreous"? And from that ridiculousness, there's very little character, with no brilliant images to grab my attention, or at the very least subtle flourishes that indicate the speaker is a character other than insane. As far as I can tell, the closest the piece has to a developed image is "beamlike fir of jungles, arboreous brush", but all of the words in there already show us wood, trees, jungle -- again, nothing brilliant, nothing character-building.
In all, it's a failure, I think, but a very interesting one. I suggest, for improvement, that the author give his or her wordings much more time and effort, and perhaps the poem itself needs to be lengthened, in order to develop its speaker's point of view.
 
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The Struggles of Writing a Tanka.

I'm a little annoyed this doesn't have an image -- I'm even more annoyed that this does, and it's the poem itself, and it's quite genius. That said, two nits. First, you need five syllables, not words, but this is a joke on my part. The second is that I feel like the final section of the work is a bit of a missed opportunity. The game, I feel, should have been given away at the fourth line, in order to make the turn a little smoother; and the final line is a bit of a missed opportunity, referring to the same image the first two lines already refer to, rather than to something different, and perhaps something more emotive -- say, "For me to write you this verse". But again, real nice work overall.
 
@Pahnini You spelled my name wrong when you tried to tag my poem, but I forgive you. It's not like you could have looked me up or anything...

But all in all I'm impressed by the entries I've seen so far and by the number of them! I'll do more in depth reviews later, but turns out even my Sundays aren't free for me. :)
 
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Free verse gets on my nerves, but Little Lily has a handful of grammatical errors that contribute to the already-messy paragraph format, something that rarely works well in poetry.
 
@Ananfal I enjoyed your poem and the rhythm and flow of the words as well as the message of it. Thank you for sharing it with us!

@Greenie It took me a minute to figure out what was going on and then wham..last line! Nice one!

@Iwazuma There were a few times when your syllables got me off the limerick pattern rhythmically, but sooo entertaining. Still smiling....always a plus!!

@Shakaai It was difficult to read in this form, and I think maybe because of that I lost the thread of your message.

@RiverNotch I feel dense, but I don't get it. I saw the title and am trying to find the connection to the poem and I am lost. Perhaps my mind is having trouble getting out of the box?

@Měsíc Difficult verse form, bravo! Hard message but well done.

@Asinis This one hurts my heart a little, since I grew up with an alcoholic father. It is indeed a lesson learned, for either good or bad. I chose to shun drink altogether for fear I would be weak to the addiction as he was, but my brother followed hard after and still battles it. So...you have achieved the goal of good poetry...to inspire thoughtful reflection in the reader.

@MeadowLark4 This is another one that I am having trouble understanding the underlying meaning. Maybe there is none, and in that case I am struggling in vain.

@Peregrine THAT is precisely why I did NOT chose that form!! *Chuckling*

@Uncle Legens Legentis Having lived through a fair share of tornadoes and storms, this had me grinning. When I lived in Florida there was a saying about hurricanes, less than five I will not drive. Those people just yell at the hurricane and dare it to come. This reminded me of my brother.

@Queen_Nobody I like the verse form you used for this. it is stark and bare, like the images you are portraying. Nicely done.

@FrictionFrog Ah you chose one of my favorite things, butterflies. Humble caterpillars inching along until they are free to become the butterfly and be what they were truly meant to be. Glorious. And you have taken a different perspective, one I had not considered, to be honest. What DOES happen when you have become what you were meant to be, and then it is ripped from you by life's brutalities? Once again....make me think. Always good.

To the anonymous poets:

The pipoem was a bit difficult to read, and a little abstract for me.

The Wil'o'wisp poem is another I am struggling for underlying meaning. Maybe I am trying too hard?

THANKS everyone who wrote! I very much enjoyed reading these!!!!! Can't wait till next time!
 
@Pahnini You spelled my name wrong when you tried to tag my poem, but I forgive you. It's not like you could have looked me up or anything...

But all in all I'm impressed by the entries I've seen so far and by the number of them! I'll do more in depth reviews later, but turns out even my Sundays aren't free for me. :)
Gaaaah I noticed that when I tested the entries in spoilers in another thread and I fixed it Dx not sure why it didn't copy over properly. I'll fix it when I get on a computer XD my apologies
 
Gaaaah I noticed that when I tested the entries in spoilers in another thread and I fixed it Dx not sure why it didn't copy over properly. I'll fix it when I get on a computer XD my apologies
Nah you're fine. :P Not like my name is important or anything.

@Ananfal I enjoyed your poem and the rhythm and flow of the words as well as the message of it. Thank you for sharing it with us!
Thanks so much! Poetry isn't exactly my forte, so I'm glad it's worked for you. (It was originally meant to be a song, but I don't think I'll have the guts to actually sing it...)
 
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Thanks so much! Poetry isn't exactly my forte, so I'm glad it's worked for you. (It was originally meant to be a song, but I don't think I'll have the guts to actually sing it...)

I can see that actually...it has a very lyrical flow and rhythm ...maybe someone else will sing it one day!
 
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I won't lie, it's been a very long time since I tried to do poetry (eight years?), so I'm not surprised my verse was a little rhytmically off. I think I went a really different route than most of the other poems I see here. I wanted something campier, something to brighten a day. Limericks are always fun to read, so I decided to just throw wordbombs at the page and see where I went from there. I'm glad you enjoyed it, Poet!
 
A quick drive-by here... I'm not in a situation where I have ample time on the computer this month to analyze and type reviews for all, so I'll just say that the poems that had the biggest hook for me were the relationship ones (as I think of them), with the poem by @RiverNotch being my favorite. My Mind Is Not Yours, The Wife's Revenge and Winter Will o Wisp -- which seemed to have themes of surviving (one way or the other) damaging family relationships, whether it be parental, spouse or other -- had the biggest hook for me.

However, there were many other fine poems and I recognize their value. I'm in a dark (not defeated) space at present, so take it for what it's worth! (And now, my time for the month is used up!) Cheers!
 
Tales of Old Man Struthers.

Stressed is "S", unstressed is "u". How limericks usually go:

(u)uSuuSuuS(u)
(u)uSuuSuuS(u)
(u)uSuuS(u)
(u)uSuuS(u)
(u)uSuuSuuS(u)

Those in parentheses are optional: some resources claim the limerick is traditionally in anapests, and sometimes having an unstressed ending is unavoidable. Notice, however, that the stresses are consistent -- I find that, if one is going to deviate from the form one has chosen, keeping the stress count consistent is most important, since the emphasis on the stresses make extra or missing ones stand out. Now let's examine your first three stanzas.

uSuuSuuS
SuuSuuSuuS
SuSuSS
SuSuSS
uuSuuSuuS

uuSuSuSuS
uuSuuSuuS
uSuSuSu
uSuSuSu
uuSuuSuuS

uSuSuSuuSu
uuSuuSuSuSu
uuSuuS
uSuuS
uuSuuSuuSu

It's a mess. In your first two stanzas, the third and fourth lines have completely gone off-rails, while in your third one, it's your first and second lines that buckle. This problem decreases as we go along, but still, having the first few stanzas be this unpolished drains a lot of the reader's confidence in your work. I think your chief problem is that your lines are too wordy, with the added words messing with the rhythm by adding unnecessary stresses.

[For those who don't get how all of this works, I suggest reading a few resources on poetry in general (I'll link to one below), as well as reading more published poetry, particularly the works of Shakespeare, Dickinson, and Yeats (I don't know if they're the best in using meter, but they are my favorites among those who use it). Understanding stresses is a pretty big deal in English poetry: they contribute to a poem's sense of rhythm, which is a sense even the wildest examples of free verse have to control.]

As for the choice of form, I don't entirely support it. The limerick is most often used as a one-stanza thing, akin to an aphorism or, especially, a short joke, and its structure supports this. Two lines, rhyming and with the same meter, as introduction; two lines, rhyming and with the same meter, but not rhyming with and having the same meter as the first two, for development; and then the punchline, which rhymes with and has the same meter as the introduction, and in the olden days was even a mere copy of the first line. Now, I'm not saying a longer narrative can't be told through it, but I feel like if that is to be done, the form, as in all poetry, has to be used to its fullest: an absurdity per stanza, with the pacing akin to, say, a joke-a-day comic strip, or a call-and-response song. I think, aside from polishing the meter, a lot of the sections could be cut out: for example, the second stanza only makes explicit the theme without advancing the narrative or developing the reader's picture of the situation, and thus could be easily cannibalized by its neighbors.

But the story definitely works -- even if the execution of the form made me wince, finishing the read gave me a solid chuckle. I'm sure that if you follow the suggested refinements, the next time I read this, that chuckle'd turn into a laugh.

http://www.the-rathouse.com/files/prosody.pdf
 
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My Mind Is Not Yours.

This served as my introduction to the pantoum. A very interesting form: looking it up, I learned about its origins as a Malaysian chant, and read as many English-language examples as I could get my hands on. The examples usually dealt with something rooted in the past, demonstrating the passage of time using the form's structure; as one review put it, "the reader takes four steps forward, then two back". Your poem succeeds in that, as well as in conveying the general gist of the speaker's emotions: she's moving on from an exhausting household.

Where it doesn't succeed is conveying enough of that process of moving on, or enough of the nature of that household, to engage the reader. There's very little specificity to the individual lines: even in pieces that sought to capture more general states of mind, each line presented a vivid image, or a distinct and well-considered thought. "Tired", "I need to keep going", "But I am stronger than that" -- those are all awfully generic. "I think about what you have done to me": what exactly has that "you" done to the speaker? why does it stick in the speaker's mind, and why should it stick to the reader's? This doesn't have to be a diary entry, but right now, there's too little of anything to make the poem's emotions truly burst out.
 
That's it for the pieces with their forms explicitly mentioned. I'll move on to the pieces with unstated forms other than free verse and prose poetry, such as "The Unbroken Butterfly" and "Winters Fugitive". I've already read all the pieces, but giving out reviews like this take time. I'm taking a bit of a workshopping approach to criticizing the poems, since that's how I learned how to read and write them; I hope you find these useful.

I've already responded to PoetLore's confusion regarding my poem via the chatbox. If anyone else has any questions, I'll respond via the chatbox or via pm -- explaining elements of it here might ruin it for some. Thanks to @Ravenfrost for the compliment, @Pahnini to the event, the authors for the pieces, and everyone else for the reads.
 
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Free verse gets on my nerves, but Little Lily has a handful of grammatical errors that contribute to the already-messy paragraph format, something that rarely works well in poetry.
I understand this.. my poems can get quite messy at times, and this one was much more well formed then a couple others I wrote. I have no clue what I write while writing these, not really, and it is only after that I can go back and read my poems to try to understand them.. not really even having my mind under my own reign when I write and make poems is something I have been trying to work on to try to avoid it being so messy. ^^;
 
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Heya guys! :D

Tonight's the night!

Live reading on Discord starting at 6 PM Central time (GMT -6).

All poems will be read, as no one mentioned they didn't want theirs read out loud.


I will be recording the reading and will upload it on Youtube for all of you to enjoy.


I would only ask that if you are joining in on the reading to listen, that you are set on Push-to-talk only -- or I will shamelessly mute you 8D We don't want random noises of people typing while I'm reading ^__^ As far as I know, I will be the only one reading tonight as well, unless someone wants to read out their own poem (which is totally fine!)

I look forward to seeing you all!
 
Heya guys! :D

Tonight's the night!

Live reading on Discord starting at 6 PM Central time (GMT -6).

All poems will be read, as no one mentioned they didn't want theirs read out loud.


I will be recording the reading and will upload it on Youtube for all of you to enjoy.


I would only ask that if you are joining in on the reading to listen, that you are set on Push-to-talk only -- or I will shamelessly mute you 8D We don't want random noises of people typing while I'm reading ^__^ As far as I know, I will be the only one reading tonight as well, unless someone wants to read out their own poem (which is totally fine!)

I look forward to seeing you all!
I actually made a recording of me reading my own poem, because I don't think I'll be able to make the reading myself and it's sort of a singy songy type... idk. MY point is, should I send that to you? Or just let you read it as you would otherwise?
 
I actually made a recording of me reading my own poem, because I don't think I'll be able to make the reading myself and it's sort of a singy songy type... idk. MY point is, should I send that to you? Or just let you read it as you would otherwise?
I will be reading it regardless, but if you wanna upload it and post it here, that would be pretty cool :D
 
I'm live right now in the Game Group 2 channel, it's not forced PTT (push to talk) because it'll be a pain to read for on the site while holding down a button xD