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The word You is an onimoti...pia..? thing. You know. I can't spell. The ultimate vowel. Y is never sometimes a vowel. We use it as one because we don't have a letter for certain words. It sounds indistinguishable from a vowel and I can't understand it being a consonant but it is. Abecedarian is a... Continue Reading →
A psychosis fuelled rant followed by a calming, poem by a master.
My homage to Mark Twain upon reading Letters From The Earth. I wrote a letter myself addressed to a select few concerning my time living amongst Mankind.
Think poetry is a fluffy, giant pageant? That's the plebeian idea. It's cutthroat. Want to choke down your prey before you become its prey? Try this. Stephen Dawson's personal rules for writing poetry. Don't like rules? Feel free to break them.
A little prose poem that I wrote as a freshman in high school that I still enjoy reading from time to time. Enjoy!
I wanted to repost this poem with audio to exemplify a prose poem that still conveys the style of verse and pays mind to rhythm. Listen closely. Upon Reading Byron's Darkness by Stephen J. Dawson Jr. The snake lie in wait shan't grant you his rattle. The predator wise shan't babel but rather flood venom... Continue Reading →
Dog Years by Stephen J. Dawson Jr. Collect just the spoils of that which you've earned As you endlessly toil through days Where a lifeless authority strengthens his word Whose victories soil your name You paddle on through and carry the blunder The bend in your spine is revealing Your stomach fills empty and... Continue Reading →