Brandon Nobles / Comments

I read the first nine you posted. I'm actually in awe. You seem to have more talent in your littlest braincell than I do in all the ten percent of brain I use! 900 pages for a poem? My longest story is about a ninth of that! You poetry is beautiful. I won't ask why it hurts, it's obviously a personal thing and I'm not one to intrude on personal issues unless I'm told, rather than asking.

I would love to purchase one of your books (going by what you said, I'm guessing they're all collections of your fantastic poetry?) and just sit and read. I love to read amost as much as I love to write. I suppose I love the English language.

I would really love talent like yours. If the poems of yours on this site are some of your worst, I'm facinated by how mindblowing your other stuff is. My two favourite of the ones I read were 'Footprints of the Fall' and 'Glass Umbrella'. I'm glad you suggested the latter. It realy was an astounding poem. You're really good. I'm glad publishers have celebrated your gift.

:)

Okay, thanks. Will do.
If you don't mind me asking, how'd you get into writing the specific type of poetry you compose? And what and how did you first start writing?

It's my goal (along with every other angst-ridden teenager on this site) to publish a book and my poems, and I realize I have a huge amount of learning to do if I want to achieve it at a young age like you.

I wish I had more faith in myself and others, but yes I agree that poems longer than ones you have already posted would most likely deplete our attention span.
I've read a few of your other poems on Mibba (including The King of Nowhere which I liked very much) but when I copied & pasted the link you provided in your About Me section, it didn't work. The only things that showed up were loads of Go Daddy advertisements.

Haha I'd never kick anyone in the dick. It's cruelty, for real. I think your About section for your profile is quite poetic, very deep. More in depth than all of my About put together haha. And I'll check them out. I've only had one poem published at seventeen years old. And I've only been writing since I was... uhm... ten? At least? I'd like to know the names of the books you've had published, and some tips on how to keep a plot going for a couple hundred pages. My stories just get repetitive and boring, as well as hopelessly strung out, as the story goes on. So, I'll read and most certainly enjoy, if Death of Dawn is anything to go by, some of your other poems, and hopefully you'll give me some tips on writing? I always want to broaden my field and hone my so called skill.

That poem was amazing though. I was so glad I picked that as the one I read first today. Hit me emotionally, I seriously did almost cry. Honestly, kudos on it. So sorry if it's a real life experience.

If you had noticed that I commented on your poem "Objects in the Mirror" right after I posted my other comment, you would have seen that I already apologized and recognized my error.

That sounds doable. I would be happy to do that for you. ^^ Are there any guidelines you want me to follow, or should I just write what comes to mind?

A signed copy would be lovely. ^^ It'll make me feel special whenever I open the collection. =P

The poems I've read of yours always tell stories. :] It seems like a similar theme to The Glass Umbrella (which is my favorite poem by yours, the second favorite being the one I just read). Of course, poems without any real meaning behind it just seem hollow. :[

I'll try my best! When should I send it to you by?

That's not nice! xD Maybe I won't go read it now. :P

But I'll read it anyway. JUST to be nice. ;D

Longest About I've ever seen, my friend. Well done.

Hey Brandon

Don't bother with that Windows Live Messenger comment I sent you. I cannot, for the life of me, log in. Keeps saying my ID is wrong and then my email/password is wrong. So, I've created a profile on Yahoo! Messenger. My username is lucyonions@yahoo.co.uk and I've already requested you to be my friend. I hope you can find me ok.

I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooo looking forward to getting more and more into your poetry and collaborating in some way with you. It would be an honour to affiliated with you in some way, shape or form.

Speak soon

Forever your fan

Wow, that must be exciting, huh? I would be honored to have my work published. Though I can understand you feeling nervous.

Hey Brandon

Just to let you know that I can't get AIM version 5.1; for some reason it's not compatible with my laptop. However you can add me on Windows Live Messenger. Here's the address http://cid-1395b2d91bf9ae93.profile.live.com/

Hope you manage to find me ok and I look forward to hearing from you.

Your fan

Lucy

In response to your comment on my page, I just want to say it would be a great priveledge and honour to be part of anything you do or to collaborate on anything with you. I'm not one to comment willy-nilly. I comment on poetry/journals/stories that move me in some way. When I comment on anyone's work, it's honest and heartfelt. I WILL give critique's, both good and bad, and I will give reason for whatever I write.

Thank you so very much for reading my work, and yes, I would have to agree that poetry is not my forte although I do love writing it when I feel the need. I also agree that I excel more in story/short story writing. I love the fact that I can write something purely fictional but I can also add some of my own personal life experience.

Now, in regards to AIM; unfortunately, I do not have it but maybe now's the time to get myself on it eh? So many people I know use it and it seems like I may be the last to get on it. Once I'm set up, I shall find you on there and we can get going with things.

You've made what's been an utterly mundane and draining Monday so far into a great day indeed. Thanks for your input and thoughts on my work and I look forward to reading your fantastic new work.

Many thanks from a true fan

Well don't I feel stupid now. Forgive me, but I'm not very religious.

I will definitely have to put that novel on my reading list. :] Is that published as well, or is it just online?

When I was reading a few of your poems, I spotted the comments that others' left on them. Now I realize why you get frustrated sometimes. Even though comments are always appreciated, I can't help but be ungrateful if all they say is "Wow i like it, now read mine." That doesn't exactly help your writing in any way.

Hmm maybe we have different understandings of the word acceptance is all im saying , i accept natural tragedies and i accept that the sky is blue , what i do not accept is accepting the world the way it is, theres so much hatred and corruption in the world today , why should we accept that ? all im saying is that We should accept the facts but never accept it then shrug it off. Its like ,My idea of the word accepttance is to learn a fact and know that the fact is true , but if you look at a child starving , that doest have to be fact , perhaps our perceptions are very different.

don't know why I said Keats, Yeats is what I meant. W.B. Years. "Still I dream he walks the lawn, walking ghostly in the dew, with my sad singing through."

Im so sure i said Yeats and Eliot , and both were modernists , probably the founding fathers of modernism.

Rethink December (the new collection of poems, which will have the best / newest poems from Attending Awake) It will be released at the latest in October, but once I've got the book and pdf compiled for poems of my mature period, the post Attending Awake (2007) period. It'll have all the poems I've written over the last two years, as most of the poems I've posted on here are from years ago. My new material is a lot more metaphysical and abstract, but I'm also telling short stories in ecclipses like "The Wheat of Eve," about a woman who is born and never sees another human being with only the dictionary to describe the objects around her. Eve is what she calls her front yard, where a wheatfield grows, and she plays there when she's young, when she never had a friend, or another person to talk to, until she grew up and left the field of eve, out into the real world but gradually sees it die and decay and she decides to go back to eve where everything "is bright just like it was back then, when I could a wheatfield spin..." she later returns, when she's old and grown, to find all of the wheat had died. I don't want to tell you how it ends, but it's a short story written in Victorian narrative poetry. I've always written I'm aware of my classic roots, and at first I reacted poorly, after all I was mentioned in the same sentence and T.S. Eliot and John Keats. I'm glad you left the advice you did, because the second draft of The King of Nowhere . It was a misconception on my part.

Are you kidding , im totally planning on buying the book !