Username: Lifeandlifeonly
Posts: 11 - I know that my post count is extremely low, and I do understand if this makes it impossible for me to be a part of the writing team, for I have posted on other message boards. I troll a lot, mostly the writing forum. Anyway! I hope I still have a chance. I am willing to post more though. (One of my eleven post was a poem in the writing section called "Beautiful Beast of Mine") -- I did read the thread about needing at least 200 post. So, in a few weeks time I will apply again when I have it. I just wanted to show I exist.
Reputation: I don't really have one on here, the only person who knows me on here is Pandox. I troll, I don't post a lot.
Why you want to join: It's pretty simple. I love writing, and I love reading. Reading and writing are my only passions. I love the connection people can share through poetry, stories, or even blogs. I have 231 poems currently, and I write pretty often. I also enjoy writing public blogs. To me poetry and stories are more than just perfect grammar, it's a part of yourself, a part of your heart and soul. I believe you can come to know someone best through their writing. I am not harsh on a poem or a writing just because it is cliche either, I think sometimes cliche does the trick, and is beautiful. Not that I don't appreciate the deeper, more creative works. I write in a lot of different styles, I touch on a lot of different subjects and feelings. To me my poems are writings about a memory of an emotion. When I write a poem, I can read it a year later and remember the exact emotion I felt with every line, and that is why I write poems. It's an outlet sure, but mostly, its to put down on paper (or on computer memory) a part of me I wish to remember and keep with me for years to come.
Writing Sample: I've spent a bit of time trying to decide which work to post (I meant to post this application yesterday but not knowing what to post caught me up) so I let a friend decide for me. She chose two poems. I'll post both, and if that's against the rules I apologize. Here they are:
This first poem has a "choppy" sound to it, in my poems I try to reflect the poems sound with how my thought process or feelings currently are, most any sound I give off in a poem is on purpose (rhyming not inculded, I do that a lot accidently).
I Was but A Butterfly (3-12-08)
I was but a butterfly,
Caught in some despair,
Without my wings,
I had no real beauty.
Tried for an eternity,
But I was denied flight,
Noble in my heart,
Giving up was not an option.
I seemed a sad case,
And pity was there,
People seemed to cared,
That I was so helpless.
To fly; my only obsession,
Seemed a mark of filth,
Equipped with wings,
It was thought of as beauty.
In my troubled mind,
The difference was absent,
Was I not still a butterfly,
Beautiful with wings?
© Mitchell Brian
The Porn Star (7-26-08)
I wonder about the life of a glorified porn star,
And I wonder about her reflective thoughts at night.
I think about how she’s sold her soul to the dirty man,
And the beauty of sex has become a way of pay.
When she lays down for sleep I wonder what she thinks,
How she reflects on her life that has become void of class,
And I wonder how she feels about her double penetrations,
She has become a more than necessary tool to all of man.
A lonely man desires to touch those long lusting legs,
To fondle the breast she’s paid the greedy doctors for,
He wants to touch and slap her big shining curving ass,
More than anything he wants to penetrate her hungry pussy.
A service is provided by these glorified beauties,
The lonely man can see what he so strongly desires,
He can touch himself pretending to be so lucky,
He can stoop to whatever level he deems necessary.
It is not only the lonely man she continues to satisfy,
Sometimes she’s no more than a simple jerk for work,
Or a way of getting off before the wife gets home,
Something like a snack while a man waits for dinner.
Men all over the world want to own and degrade her,
To them she is not a woman, but a dirty cum bucket,
A man will print her picture out and lay her before him,
So he can mark her as his territory when he shoots his load.
The porn star is so strongly discriminated against in our society,
But I’ve known one personally and they are not so horrible.
In society they may not be socially acceptable to the mass of people,
But neither is a man that simply has forgotten to shave his beard.
In part I judge the porn star for putting herself out like a piece of meat,
But this judging makes me a hypocrite as I am sure people will know,
For I am guilty of using such a service when I don’t want to use my mind,
For every job there is a tool, and she, she has become the tool of man.
© Mitchell Brian 
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