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Howdy.

I've been a layman at the written word for some time, and have recently chosen to try and refine that skill. I write anything from poetry to short fiction, any color, creed, or stripe. Right now I'm on a haiku kick, so expect a few along with whatever else I can work up!
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red (réd)>adj. 1. Pertaining to the color of her cheeks when she folded her hands silently across her chest and muted words that she feared she would never have the courage to say. These days she only spoke when she felt empty enough. Otherwise, the thoughts and ideas in their immortality clung to the underside of her brain in small cancerous masses that cluttered her ability to keep herself void. The cleansing of ideas that never really die, but somehow are expelled from the inner workings of her mind created an energy that found its way to the sides of her face. Red as in the color of a blushing girl 2. The passion and fury within the chaos of her core illuminated the entire city red. It was not the apocalypse or the annihilation of something beautiful, but simply the residue of feeling too much at one time. When the doctors asked her why she was destroying herself she told them it was to keep from feeling pain. To keep herself from feeling anything at all. It was the devastation of emotion that forced the wrath and sensation out of her soul and into the street in waves large enough to overturn vehicles and tradition. 3. The ropes dug into her wrists and turned her skin red. Laid out face down and trembling on the railroad tracks she allowed him to place her body there while she waited obediently for the train. He promised that it was nothing crazy but he was speaking in a type of mathematics that she was unable to understand. His pretty face made her feel at ease. Before the train came he slid his hands into her skull and inserted an anxiety more powerful than she could reject. It was that paranoia that led her to accept his wishes where he cracked her open like a fortune cookie where he pulled out his own fortune. He found a redness inside her, dull and rotten and was unable to sew her back up. The wreck was a violent outburst, and she hid her eyes and red cheeks in the weeds while the locomotive ran her over. 4. When she spit into the sink it was red with the blood of a torn esophagus and the corroded throat caused by continuous stomach acid. The bite marks on her finger a pale shade of red, to match the remains of disorder. She tells herself “I am the most worthless and vile being in existence.” Her red cheeks, and red blood shot eyes reflected in the mirror she says “I hope this kills me.” There is a very distinct point throughout the day where she decides that she will not eat anymore. There is nothing else to it. 5. Her lipstick was red. It never came off even on the Camel Light filtered cigarettes she smoked, or the boys and girls that she kissed to make herself feel pretty inside. She dreams of people loving her, but always runs away. She wants to tell him that she is an ellipsis, and will expand past her own skin and bone, and the stigma of every unholy and medical characteristic she has become. At the altar of a temple long ago rotted away with spilled water she kneels on red scarves praying to a laughing anti-Christ. She kisses a crucifix, her red lipstick still perfectly in place.
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Well.

It's just us for now eh?

For if there are any ever any new members, who don't already know me

My name is Jes

My writing style?

Disconnected, seemingly nonsensical but every now and again quasi-profound and occasionally drug indiced freewriting?

I just write.
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Check out the biography section for our mission statement and take a moment to post something about yourself before you jump right in. We don't need your personal information or your life story, but something about the kind of writing you like to do and how long you've been doing it. That should give us an idea what to look for in your writing and where to focus our critique. Once you get that accomplished, go for it.

Enjoy!
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