twp's early emo fukyu period
my strangled heart beats
seventeen dull syllables
in the hollowness.
twp first tastes fukyu success
I suck, my pencil
nib scribbles one dull thought and
look how smug I am
twp experiences fukyu block
my dumb pencil lead
dumps shit across the page like
a clumsy plumber
the world tells twp fukyu
less is more Im sure
but the less I write the more
they head for the door
twp's fukyu epiphany
if you cant be arsed
writing a complete poem
compose a haiku















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Terribly amusing and admirable, as always. Your work always makes me smile.
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Sarah!!
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I see you're organising a competition encouraging good critique. Your journal discusses at some length the logistics of prizes and prize giving, but doesn't say too much about the competition itself. Tell me some more - I may be able to offer something, but I'd like to know what I'd be rewarding.
Thanks again for the +fav, Aditi. May I call you Aditi? You can call me Lawrence.
Sure, call me Aditi, and I shall call you Lawrence.
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