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[03 Jul 2005|12:56am]

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Share Your Farewell. [31 Mar 2005|06:34pm]

[ mood | content ]

is the title. i wrote a poem today, along with drawing a picture, but i dont have a scanner. so, heres just the poem. tell me what you think, please. :)

heres a poem:Collapse )


hello everybody! [23 Mar 2005|10:51pm]


'ello, i am new here. i am quite a fan of writing poems and short stories, and i like reading other people's work too. i was in a poem community before, but there was over a thousand people in it, and a new entry was put in the community about every twelve minutes. this community seems neat, though. oh, and i am considered to be young (i am twelve, almost thirteen years old)so i am just getting a grasp of poetry. however, i enjoy all forms of criticism =) well, ill stop rambling about myself (you can stop drooling now). heres a sort of cheery poem i wrote:

el jay cut!Collapse )


x posted little bit [09 Jan 2005|10:51am]

a poem i wrote summarizing the past year or so

Read more...Collapse )

please critique!!
1 tore me apart// DigDeeper

Hopeful Promo.. [30 Oct 2004|05:30pm]

Do you have a manuscript that you need typing up but don't have the time to do it? Do you have an idea that you want to write down? Are you full of creative juices but have no way of letting them flow?
Well, here at The Empty Pen you can do all of the above and more. We are a completely open community and there will be weekly updates once we get started. So come on in, grab a coffee and let us know what type of writer you are.

Hopefully this is ok to post here, if not feel free to delete this post. Saying that though i am already hopeing that you'll agree to mutual linkage. If i have still breached some sort of rules however please don't hesitate to delete the post. If you do all i ask is that you let me know. Thank you.


regression [11 Sep 2004|02:14pm]

[ mood | cynical ]

to pause in life is to delay
the footsteps of mankind.
ceasing the progression of a world,
a society of fashionable visions
featuring anti-everything and its mother.

a mere shrug, relieving tastes
that rub the wrong way and
that bite the pillow in silence.

those eyes that imbibe a horizon
that can't be seen through the fog,
or shakes of weary heads
and heavy shoulders.


[31 Jul 2004|01:30am]


come to crazy |3eautiful & join this wonderful club.

[13 Jul 2004|08:29am]


[13 Jul 2004|06:17am]

Ive never felt so
dead so-
drowned down-
& sodden-
So cast aside-
& bitter to-
the winds of change.

never wanted to cling
to something as
forked as this snake
but I
could not help the tears
that came to fell when I
prayed a little death inside.

My voice has cracked
My skin has aged
& I
grow weary of the same
the same bile
that chokes back my meaning.

You'd never understand becuase-
You'd never know.
You'd never know because-
You'd Never Be Me.

You Never Were.

[11 Jul 2004|06:52pm]

[ mood | lonely ]

only a body, a shell.

a life filled with non- stop mentality
fades into this deep facade called reality
slipping away past  any chance of return
your body is just a shell unable to learn
unable to comprehend love, hate, or even fears
the only thing you soul knows is the pain of tears
up and down you spiral the same way
you cant react you dont know what to say
this non stop mentality tripped you up and you fell
now whats left? only a body, a shell.

digital__dreams digital__dreams

[25 Jun 2004|04:26pm]

Shameless advert: The first issue of my zine Ephemera is now available, and I also still have copies of my chapbook. They're $3 each. Also, now accepting submissions for Ephemera #2, "the love issue." To order or submit, e-mail me: quinn at tmbg dot org.

"Ode to a Mannequin"

Standing guard 
In the window. 
Dressed up 
To match the old-fashioned 
moviehouse facade 
Of the sign store. 

Her nametag proclaims: 
Was it made just for her? 
One delicate hand resting 
next to the tickets

Staring blankly through cat's eye glasses, 
   Through the reflection 
Of blind-windowed cars 

Dress stained 
hair mussed 
Ready to animate, run 
If given a shawl and hat. 

Beautiful in her frozen moment 
From her noisy life
And rendered noiseless 
Dimly recalling 
the last existence 
and losing more of it 

[25 Jun 2004|03:29am]

[ mood | awake ]

hi new member thought id say hello and share something i just wrote.

fading away fast

all colors fade away into what seems black and white

 my vision blurs and your face fades out of sight

i hold on to every memory that time tries to steal

i cant see past this facade, i can see what it wants to reveal

my mind is fading and memories slip out of reach every day

 ive lost the ability to speak im speechless and dont know what to say

 i cry tears more than i smile

im hiding my feelings behind sheets of denile

my reality is gone and left me at a beggining or an end.

but im so lost i dont know what part i begin


Unknown [13 Jun 2004|12:22pm]

[ mood | calm ]

**My latest piece**

She sits by the window
Reflections bounce back at her
Reflections of the past
How it tries to hurt her
But the life she holds
What’s inside makes all the difference
It feels her
It moves her
But pains her too
She sits, she’s unknown
Silence surrounds her.

Donna Kelly © 05.06.04


[13 Jun 2004|05:31am]


[21 May 2004|07:30pm]

[ mood | creative ]

Starting work on my first zine, accepting submissions of anything--poetry, short fiction, essays, art, photos, ads for other zines, etc etc etc. Submissions can be e-mailed to selfcallednowhere@houston.rr.com or mailed (ask for my address).

"Upon Arriving in Newark"

We swooped in over a river
I don't know what river--
It was brown and hemmed by smokestacks.
24,000 comedy routines on Jersey
Flashed before my eyes
And I believed them.

The "Welcome to Newark--America's
RENAISSANCE city!" sign
Was juxtaposed with a grimed and graffitied stone overpass
The irony was not subtle.

Sinking into the deep blue seats of the taxi
Bridge sides high enough to prevent seeing
That River
The blown-out factory windows leered at me
And I glimpsed how people become desperate.


Looking Out the Hospital Window [11 Apr 2004|10:32pm]

[ mood | lonely ]

(x-posted like a mofo)

(Shameless advert: I have a chapbook for sale for $5. IM ThePeculiarGirl or e-mail quinn@tmbg.org to place an order.)

Standing naked at the hospital window
and looking out at the nightscape
seven stories down
the street spread below me
like a freshly laundered blanket and
dotted with cars
wondering where everyone had to be at
two a.m.

Standing naked at the hospital window
and looking down at the nightscape
you were a million miles away.


[05 Apr 2004|04:06am]

secret viewCollapse )

[03 Apr 2004|10:51pm]

slink back through meCollapse )

[11 Mar 2004|03:21pm]

nova's new eyes & psycho rosey-some large imagesCollapse )

J. [26 Jan 2004|12:33am]

First of all, I'd like to promote poetpenpals. And now, the poem.Collapse )

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