Parsing Pretty’s Poetry Process

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Dead’Pool’s Drafting’Process

Normally, I’m not this nuts with my drafting, haha. At heart, I’m a word spewer, too, so a lot of times I’ll just stop after getting whatever wandering thought down on paper, then forget about it.

I almost consider my drafting process as a second poet looking over my words with fresh eyes (again & again). However, the drafting side of me is more like a sculptor rather than a poet. So whenever I have a decent chunk of good words, then my drafting side treats it like a block of marble.

Since the drafting side is more focused on visual Aesthetic rather than word choice, I try to keep a lot of snapshots of the -in-betweens- just in case I lose a rhyme or flow I liked during the shaping process. Keeping track of my drafts helps me preserve my original vision while showing the progression as I chisel it into some sort of shape.

Sculptor’s Muse! (Jak & Daxter)

Pandora’s Pretty Parasol

Thank you so much! & you really picked up on some of my key lines that outline one of my main themes when writing. “Mumbling Madman” “Increments of [Lost] light” & “Wander/wonder [Found] in between.” The umbrella summary for my writing is that I’m telling the story of a Madman who keeps oscillating between states of feeling “Found” & “Lost” – so while wandering “in between” Certainty & Absurdity, my Madman wonders about Nothing, in actuality. So, pondering what he would say to a being that’s intrinsically “Not Me.” One who I can’t see, and who can’t see Me.

Meaning: I’m trying to bring “Nothing” into our objective reality that shouldn’t be able to manifest intangibles from Liminal_Lands. Like trying to write a lab report’s abstract that’s attempting to capture the scent of Absence; the BO of beings who smell like alien teen spirit. Whö R’hop’И back & forth over Life/Death’s picket fence, painted like a yin~yang by Tom Sawyer. So his mumbling may seem meaningless, though only because |from the outside| observers can’t see/hear the other half of a conversation he’s having with an aspect of a requiem reality’s spectator, who exists beyond Life’s intrinsic limits.

Not even our molecules can be shared between these 2 realities – let’s say: A & C. Yet both sides can figure out how each other acts, by tracing how Ripples react as they reverberate through B: an in between reality that is born inside the Arbitrary border between Real & Imaginary; thus, it has a tactile reaction that happens no matter if it’s interacting with Real Matter from my perspective, or just increments light sent from C, being bent by magic mirrors; reflective, like a detective in a dark room trying to develop unseen colors from alien film negatives.

Increments öF Lost Light (Scream X3)

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Pretty N Pink; Concrete B Casted

Thank you 😊 one of the things that I like to do/continue to improve on – is making my poetry have meaning no matter how familiar they are with who I am & my language/culture.

Like, I’ll make a ton of references that most people won’t recognize, but my words on their own still tell a story worth reading. So ideally, whenever you come back to the poem with new experience, you’ll be able to read it a unique way that couldn’t be done by yesterday.

That’s how the emphasis on shape became one of my filters. I wanted to make something that, even if they couldn’t read the words, they’d still look at it & have a chance to experience even a sliver of meaning besides undefined WORDS WORDS WORDS.

But I agree about it being exhausting, haha. Most of the Time, I’ll just stop after the 1st or 2nd drafts. I just happened to have a full tank of gas when I started, so my perfectionist took over & just kept reiterating the process ’til it felt balanced all the way down.

WORDS WORDS WORDS

Postcard Friends; Ghost R’И’T PR’3:10’D

I really do appreciate how much time you’ve given to make my poetry feel comfortable here.

I treasure my unique style, but rarely share it since I know most won’t get it without the full picture, so I’m written off as Weird, then they claim I’m no good & to keep my dayjob, or that AI writes everything for me. It doesn’t change how much I enjoy my writing, but I do admit it can be disheartening when my Rhyme rarely aligns with my outside Time.

So Again, thanks for reminding me how I’m actually making something interesting, not just a delusional ego-maniak Lost in illusions that conjures confusion.

I’ve been pretty dead set from the start whether or not I make it big, though always planned to wait to professionally publish anything ’til most of my vision can actually be seen how it’s meant to be. Yet your kind words convinced me that my design is fine, and when the time is right, my work will be more than ready to combine with Reality 2 make my rhymes realign Lain’s mainframe. Now Lame characters, never mains & often deranged, Whö got Lost N§ide Mundane brains ’til Divine signs R found with’И my öDD concept – bet.

Now Ü can feel Real Proof Produced N§ide my MiИD by Good☯Design, since whatever message manifests is meaningless. I couldn’t see any of the cuts-scenes N’B’Tween writing; I never knew what would happen; I was just willing to trust the C captain when told to let go of your goal & what you know what it feels like to hold hands with bands from Japan who can’t understand WORDS WORDS WORDS – yet recognize when their flow echos of brick walls like a mirrors reflection so ears can there’s more of me beneath Light’s Aesthetic.

I must really be feeling the flow, since I can’t seem to stop once I hit “GO” – so thank you again; for both your kind words, as well as inspiring another piece passively pouring out of me like an encore for my daydreams rarely seen since Green leaves like Trees; but bored teens no longer ignoring me; Now! I Am becoming the front page cover of TIME magazine. & the MC of movies projected on real silver screens.

Did it a little bit again. So to end with the important part: thanks for all your encouragement; the part of me that never wanted to be seen finally feels Pretty after believing no matter how I reveal Me, my Mind would always twist my mask ’til only word who fit Me: Ugly.

So for real this time: thank you for feeling like a friend inside your kind words you lend like vacation postcards to send, show’И you really remembered them.

I really like how this is worded. Funnily enough, I had a therapy session today, and this was one of the ideas I kept bouncing around, but couldn’t find a way to word it that didn’t feel messy. Good timing! Thank you for finding the words hidden in the bush I was beating around, haha

& of course, you’re very welcome 😊