billyfrawley

  • Class Retrospective I genuinely enjoyed coming to this class every Wednesday. It was one of very few classes I have taken in college that I believe I walked out of as a better person. In most college classes, aside from your major (hopefully), you forget almost everything you learned in a year’s time. However, I believe […]

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    Did I end the story to abruptly?

  • I have walked side by side with death. In the kingdom of Fortada death was common; death was a way of life. Every once in a while, an important person would die and people would mourn, but after a week or two, everything would go back to normal. For my twin brother and I, death […]

  • billyfrawley wrote a new post, Part Two, on the site BillyFrawley 6 years ago

    The next day, we awoke to a knocking door. We knew exactly why our door was being knocked on. Our grandmother slowly walked to the door, coughing along the way. When she finally opened the door, Peter, one of the villages most respected knights stood in front of her with teary eyes and slouched shoulders. […]

  • billyfrawley wrote a new post, Part One, on the site BillyFrawley 6 years ago

    I have walked side by side with death. In the village Fortada death was common; death was a way of life. For my twin brother and I, death was the only way. We had never seen our parents but were told they died from a fast sweeping disease. We were raised by our grandmother who […]

  • billyfrawley commented on the blog post Blur 6 years ago

    One of two things…
    1. Change it to the first person, so no one is offended.
    2. Keep the first stanza and rewrite.

  • billyfrawley commented on the blog post Fingerbone Valley 6 years ago

    This is a cool poem. I like how it tells a tale of a rarity by explaining where it lies. Seems like an intriguing adventure that I would love to take haha.

  • billyfrawley wrote a new post, Blur, on the site BillyFrawley 6 years ago

    Everything wired, even our brains. Electric powered engines, making our decisions. Do this, think that, am I insane? Crafted by the elite for supervision. The average man just a sheep. Unable to think, paralyzed by fear of the unknown. The same old routine—eat, work, and sleep. Abandoned by his fellow man, left alone. Living in […]

  • billyfrawley wrote a new post, Track, on the site BillyFrawley 6 years ago

    I remember it like it was yesterday. My first day on the race track. The smell of burning rubber from the tires and oils that dripped from the cars. The racetrack seemed like an asphalt maze of twists and turns. Many of the exotic dream cars that I had seen in magazines were on the […]

  • billyfrawley commented on the blog post Freedom 6 years ago

    I like how the poem explains life as a constant fight and how death is always imminent. You explain death as a peaceful, desired end, which is interesting. Cool poem.

  • billyfrawley commented on the blog post Grim Reaper 6 years ago

    Wow a poem about abortion, that’s unique. I absolutely love the first line and how abortion is compared to a dance. You took the image of the grim reaper and put a whole new spin on it. Great job.

  • billyfrawley commented on the blog post Damned Dead 6 years ago

    It’s referring to the moon. The moon has holes, it was a full moon(whole face), or can be compared to a round face. Whole face of holes.

  • billyfrawley commented on the blog post Damned Dead 6 years ago

    I tried explaining that all vampires were victims at one point. I was thinking of including an extra stanza about their abilities such as super speed and strength but realized that people have different views of what vampires can do. The only abilities that I found universal were not aging, having to feed on blood, […]

  • billyfrawley wrote a new post, Damned Dead, on the site BillyFrawley 6 years ago

    Empty eyes with a dark heart awake, Looking up to a whole face of holes. Cold blood pulsing through the veins, But hunger grows for warmth. Life never-ending but cut short. Falling victim to fate. Now immortality beckons, At the expense of those who are unfortunate. Endless dreams of eternal sunlight. Five hundred years of […]

  • billyfrawley commented on the blog post Our Love 6 years, 1 month ago

    Really enjoyed reading this poem. It vividly describes the rough and enduring birth process. Most men don’t realizes that giving birth is one of the most painful things possible. My mother told me that she practically saw death when in labor with me. Therefore, I have the upmost respect for anyone who has given birth.

  • billyfrawley commented on the blog post Love? 6 years, 1 month ago

    I believe music is a medium of poetry. I tend to songwrite, mostly rock songs and freestyle here and there haha. This can definitely be rapped but the main objective was to tell a story of some poor guy who got played by “love”. I’ll post a more sinister poem soon.

  • billyfrawley wrote a new post, Love?, on the site BillyFrawley 6 years, 1 month ago

    Just found out that we needed write a love poem. Rather than write some beta love poem I did this… When I saw you for the first time, I felt chills down my spine, Mustered up the courage to ask you to dine. You said yes, At 7:30 I will be dressed, But I picked […]

  • billyfrawley wrote a new post, Think, on the site BillyFrawley 6 years, 1 month ago

    You and me What have we Turned into due to society. Don’t believe what you hear, only what you see. Because people will try to pick you off like an apple from a tree. Especially when you wear your heart on your sleeve. For those living small This is your one and only call To […]

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