Choking On My Eyeballs... In The Nicest Way Possible

[yourlovelyugly]

After a close, scrutinous evaluation from an anonymous poster, my journal is now forever, forbidden artistic content. i mean, honestly, was it ever? so now, screw it all. i suppose i should just recount the days events and leave everyone to their own devices.

i sat on my butt. talked on the porch, felt bad, felt good. hooray. the end.

Comments

[inthisheart]

[anddaybreaks]

why the heck would you post that on this entry? use your brain next time.

Because you asked

[anonymous]

Ok, Evan, it appears that you want my opinion on your poetry. Well to be frank, it usually makes me laugh. A lot. You know, lol and what not. My analysis would be, as a reader, that you are very desperately trying to sound good. Now don't get me wrong, i'm sure there's true emotion behind your poetry, but if it were truly emotionally based then it would be much more rash and less constructed. Emotional writing doesn't come out like Shakespeare. It's supposed to be real...and your poetry just doesn't come off that way. It's more like you're trying to impress Chitwood or your devoted posse. Furthermore, your metaphors are usually very stereotypical and unoriginal. It reminds of chicken soup for the rebellious christian emo kid's soul. However, your poems don't seem to rhyme. So that's a step in the right direction. You've got potential...well, kinetic...as it's kinda downhill at the moment (but on the bright side new hills start at the end of old ones). Anyhoo, just keep it real for Christ's sake. Yes, for Jesus. You can'

Re: Because you asked

[yourlovelyugly]

"You can't pretend to be something you're not...like a good writer..and expect to produce something beautiful."

you're right. i'm not a good writer. i'll leave it to you.

i quit.