I can't sing, I can't draw and I can't fucking dance without looking like an overexcited string of spaghetti. But anyone can write a poem, right?
For better or worse I consider this to be a good enough place for my forays into using language creatively, (and I couldn't find an existing thread in recent history) so here goes...
Pigeons flap through archways
then totter circuitously like so many shoppers,
square eyeing for their next point of pleasure.
This search is divided,
one glancer stays tight with fear of a hidden truth
whilst one beaks downward.
The rustling change of barometer pressure piques the
interest of the feathered workers.
They stop, certain that they don't know what happens next.
Neither the chase nor the escape continue in that blink,
for what seems like an age they are human.
A coo brings purpose and order back to our searching.
Perhaps they will remember that day too.
>>4463 I'm curious, did you actually read his poem or apply any sort of analysis to it before saying that, or just see it was a poem and respond like that?
>>4464 I did read it, I was going to give you an in depth analysis of why it didn't appeal to me. Then I realised I would spark a cunt off and decided to go for a witty Haiku instead.
Winters last orders
From pub to frozen cab rank
I will get my coat
OP here. I've read this back again and it just misses the mark doesn't it? It's a bit shit. Where does this leave me... I want to do something artistic but every attempt seems to point to a lack of any soul or talent.
>>4468 >"Barometer pressure" isn't a thing
"Barometric pressure" is apparently an acceptable synonym for atmospheric pressure, occasionally used to avoid confusion with mean sea-level pressure, which is sometimes referred to as "atmosphere" or "atmospheric pressure".
>>4482 In this example I created a subtle juxtaposition between the "inner autism" and the knowledge of the social tropes of this website and its humour which would actually be something beyond a true autist. I could also claim that getting my cape is a reference to leaving the house, another thing that stands in contrast to the action of the inner autist.
>>4465 This example contains hidden juxtaposition, with the knowledge of the authors northern hertiage, being in a pub until last orders and requiring a cab home juxstaposes the idea of having a coat with me.
>>4463 Here I took the theme of something getting me down, something synonymous with teenage angst and contrasted it with the supposed superioity of refering to OP as "teenlad" in a patronising and apparantly senior manner.
