   Hershey249 2003-10-31 . chapter 1You know...I read your bio. I'm a teen also, and one that has been screwed over several times, and here's my well-meaning message to you. Don't take it the wrong way.
NO! I am NOT about to criticize you for not liking God! *gasp!* Frankly I couldn't give a wad of emu crap what anyone's view on religion is, just as long as they don't try to force it on other people.
*cough* Back to my point.
After reading this poem, I really have to admit that you have a gift. You use this gift for dark, deep, depressing writing, and hell, I like to do that sometimes to. I could go into one of my online RPing character babbles, but this isn't the time or the place.
But this isn't about whether that's good or bad, or whether the green man over on the edge of the sidewalk believes in God. Have you ever tried writing anything more...hm. How to phrase this. *bangs head on a metaphorical thesaurus* Ah! Hopeful.
You say you like RPGs. So do I. Fwee! ^_^ But in many RPGs, the light wins out over the dark. Great thing, isn't it? Wish the world were that way, doesn't everyone? Well...MAKE YOUR OWN.
Dark things happen in life, and sadistic dreams are a definite part. I am a pessimist, really, no matter how wierd that sounds after reading all this. As much as I like this poem, I also like hugging my stuffed animals at night. Because you know what? Out of the majority of things in life, which include racism, pain, hate, famine, suffering, and teenage girls whose normal voices sound like they regularly inhale helium, there is always going to be at least one cute teddy bear sitting in the store window to make you smile. I like to try and think of the teddy bear whenever I can. Just give it a try, and let that show in your writing.
Here ends my first ever attempt to try and help someone see life a bit differently while at the same time praising their kick-arse poetry skillz. ^_^() *runs* |
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