"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
-- C.S. Lewis
Grant
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Grant commented on their poem titled Flirting with a Bullet
I'm not entirely sure what the difference between the two is, but I think this would be philosophy.
Grant posted the poem titled Flirting with a Bullet
Like a tree with shallow roots this illusion has crashed back down to earth.
Grant posted the poem titled The End Begins Again
A reminder of happiness before the end.
Grant posted the poem titled Shell of a Smile
Escaping the world I've escaped into.
Grant commented on their poem titled Magnificent and Insignificant
Thanks everyone :)
Grant commented on their poem titled Sea of Sand
I'll make sure to remove all those undesirable words, thanks.
Grant posted the article titled Fog of Need
Priorities.
Grant commented on their poem titled Man Eat Man
Thank you, I've just been informed in some of my other writings. I'm finding it hard to classify my work. What would this be considered as?
Grant posted the poem titled Sea of Sand
A lonely strand.
Grant commented on their poem titled The Kings Shadow
Thank you. Unfortunately I have no formal education in writing.
Grant posted the poem titled Ignorance Outlived Innocence
The mad dash few outlast.
Grant posted the poem titled Ten Feet Short
If tragedy is your delicacy, then to you tragedy is a mystery.
Submitted Writings
Flirting with a Bullet
A prose poem by GrantLike a tree with shallow roots this illusion has crashed back down to earth.
The End Begins Again
A prose poem by GrantA reminder of happiness before the end.
Shell of a Smile
A prose poem by GrantEscaping the world I've escaped into.
Fog of Need
An essay article by GrantPriorities.
Sea of Sand
A prose poem by GrantA lonely strand.
Ignorance Outlived Innocence
A prose poem by GrantThe mad dash few outlast.
Ten Feet Short
A prose poem by GrantIf tragedy is your delicacy, then to you tragedy is a mystery.
Somewhere The Rain is Lead
A prose poem by GrantGod eat god ends man, man eat man ends god.
It's Not Like You Killed Someone
An essay article by GrantYou just wanted more. No, you NEEEDED more.
The Kings Shadow
A prose poem by GrantEven a crown casts a shadow.
The Edge of Two Worlds
A prose poem by GrantWhether through my eyes or deep inside, the edge is where I'll always reside.
Deceitful Bleeding Hearts
A prose poem by GrantIt's unfortnate, but I was once a machine.
