I have a few that are... loosely... gay I guess I would say
and at least one or two that are not at all so in the flash fiction, I figure I wrote em... that should be enough.
heh
It took me a while to get back to you on this one although I read it when you posted it. I almost wanted to count this as what... four!?! poems. But honestly I do see it as one. It is very well written and kudos go out to you.
You definately earn the epic award.
Good job.
Lugh
Lugh writes about dragons in some of his stories and more fantasy than sci-fi, so pick carefully... many of the others would be better fits. The tags system in GA Stories is really easy to use. Might be worth looking into to at least narrow some things down for you or give you a place to start.
Ok I have to admit, I don't get it. But, I'm not that girl either. BTW, I would prefer the girl who prefered radiators, but I know most girls wouldn't, so I dunno, maybe I sorta do get it... maybe?
Well that's fine and dandy coming from a review hungry, bloated reputation toad... but unless dom gets some reviews and dom gets some rep he's going to wallow in the dregs of GA Stories...
of course that is what his competition wants...
any true domaholic would know that too.
it's really a shame to see some of the um-ok authors with hundreds of rep points and Dom with hardly any... I feel like he's getting slighted myself.. and woe is he on the review side too... shame shame shame... and to think you call yourselves domaholics.
Musta been a Faggot
When I lived once before
Bruised and abused
Yet men I did adore
I’m just a teenager
Drifting on a lonely tide
Everywhere and nowhere
Eroded, washed aside
Musta been a Queer
In some past life
Shunned and beat upon
I’d known some strife
Inside -- upside down
Topsy-turvy, spinning ‘round
Living on a life-line -- astronauts in space
Living evolution; creation’s slap in the face.
Tight little tummies tucked all in
Hiding faces, fingers, toes and skin
No one sees me, knows I’m here
No one believes till they’re gulping for air.
Praying to the porcelain gods –
Please, oh please, not me.
Secret found -- ultrasound
Thumpa-thump, sound so keen
Tiny thing the size of a bean
Ocean
Dancing in the aether
Between here and there
Nowhere and everywhere
A soul without a care
Dancing in the stardust
Playing among the stars
Cosmos for a playground
A soul without a cause
Dancing in the moonbeams
Sinking through the clouds
Looking at humanity
A soul among the crowds
Dancing toward the future
Forgetting
this one was supposed to be a sort of parody... about how things get messed up in the reading. There was a text with some missing words, people filled in the words they wanted and got it wrong. In the meantime, something else was going on in a different place that had significant meaning and could have been avoided if people had just paid attention.
I dunno... I think I wrote it to be a little confusing because that is how life is.