Writer of the Month for March!

Everyone at Platnium Writers wants to congratulate Michael J. Simpson/Sactimone on being the writer of the month!  We hope to read more of your beautiful works that earned him this title.

Happy Birth Day!

Happy Birth Day Courtney Ella Hrabik! I did the seperate words just for you.  Every one here wishes you an awesome day.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday today to our writer Matthew-Thomas. He is twenty three today. Everyone here hopes you have a great day!

"One Year" Review

Sorry it took so long but here is my review of "One Year" by: Courtney Ella Hrabik. Let me start off this review by saying Courtney Ella is coming from some where completely different then any other writer; like I have no idea from where. Then her language is so unique she has no compound words or contractions. It was very awkward to read at first but it really grew on me. I loved how organically the story was told and how inter-connected it was. I had to read it a couple of times before I caught on to everything. Like the book was written by the character of Latimer in past tense. Through out the book he is getting inspiration for this crazy year from their actual year and from suggestions from Loren. The maping that had to be done before she even began writing the book had to be so intense. Then I read that she plans on using that narrator in all of her books is even crazier. That means she must have this whole world mapped out.

Not only is the language and connections unique but so is the structure. Matthew said there was no climax but I feel that there are actually two. There are two journeys being told one between Josh and the narrator and Loren's. Josh's climax was in the prologue when he died and the resolution was when he made peace with his death. Loren's climax comes when she is running in "Feel" and her resolution comes in "We Are Okay".

Over all I liked it.

Day Two

Day Two:
Landed in Istanbul
Quick look around
Looks like my frat house
Thought I left college
Three years ago
Shower and Sleep
Shit

Day One

Day One:
Bon Jour Paris!
The food
The people
The tower

Day One:
A day of sight seeing
And of adventure
Didn't have to think
Just enjoy

Day One:
Is coming to an end
Grabbed a turkey sandwitch
For my flight to Turkey
Paris, Je T'aime

Day Zero

Day Zero:
It all begins here
Knowing I must go
It still hurts the same
Everything will change
I will be over there
Finding a new flow
My house you have claim
In a sick exchange

Day Zero:
The starting point
Great anticipation
A whole world awaits
New people to meet
Calm these nerves of mine

Day Zero:
The clam before the storm
Listening to Peter, Paul, and Mary
The spring board
Ready, Get Set
Next in line
Five, four, three, two
Rounding the corner
Coming up to the plate
It is time for me to fly

Katherine Walsh Stephens

KatherineWalsh Stephens
Is the reason I am going
To be extradionary
I am going to cure cancer
Solve the energy crisis
Put an end to debt
Bring peace to the World
Discover a new Dinosaurs
Or find the missing link
I am going to do something
Pretty extradionary
For Katherine Walsh Stephens
Because she did something
Pretty extradionary
For Me

How Lucky Am I

How lucky am I
To grow old with you
For lazy Sundays in
To have kids with you
The journeys we will take
To be married to you
And Friday nights out
To call you my best friend
For our inside jokes
How lucky am I
That some greater being
Thought us up one day
Put us in the same town
At the very same time
And how lucky am I
That my last name starts with S

Hello There

I came across this blog a couple of days ago and it had some really cool stuff on it so emailed them some of my stuff and I guess it was good enough to join because here I am. My name is Benjamin Stephens. I am a graduate of University of Michigan. I studied Architecture and some other stuff. I am currently in JFK airport waiting to move to Istanbul for at least a year. It is going to be a huge change for me. I do not know anyone there. I am a little nervous about the whole thing. I plan on writing about the journey on here.

Am I the Only One

Am I the Only One
That feels this way inside
That something just isn't right
Off by one little thing
Somewhere a wire must be crossed
Maybe an error in downloading
Not quite normal
I just can't put my finger on it
For some reason it seems
Like I am the only one
And I just don't know why

Xenodochium

ACT I: Savage
scene I: Ferrousity

I am a savage,
that is who I am;
just another bored little human
waiting to enliven himself.
I may kill something one minute,
love someone the next,
and never the twain shall meet.

This nailless coffin is enough
to keep me secure and safe
as a whole new world rushes by
and dances with dichotomies
of the needless and the hopeless.

This brave face I explore with
is enough to see me through
many dark nights thinking and preying.
What little mindless acts of arson
and sabotage I can muster
in the spontaneous seconds
each side of awakening
will keep me occupied forever.

For whom’s eyes the colour of iron
could I possibly deny myself for?
What ferocious language barrier
can linguistically flummox me?
I am a savage,
that is who I am.

scene II: Cheap and Nasty Behind the Bottle Bank

This expressionist turmoil
by the dog piss-pocked grass
behind the clink-clink bins
eludes by precocious mind.
Somewhere, maybe next to me,
is my shadow, my malformed doppelgänger,
the faceless visage where I can be myself.
It haunts me,
it hunts me,
licking the sweat from my brow
as it puffs up its haunches
and swallows me
in one, monstrous gulp.

Its footsteps are louder than mine
when I run, always to whence I came from,
the perfect circle from nature in absentia.
To whom do I address my letter of death?

Myself.

scene III: U.F.O. Spotted Above the Nursery

This is an exhalation on a cold night,
the frosted-glass breath floating over
the next-generation abattoir.

ACT II: Proper Gander
scene I: A Little Less Conservation, a Little More Attraction, Please

Why do old walls creak at night?
Is the Horizontal Man afoot?
He is that creature in my dreams
who wakes me each time He appears.
He hands me the diploma in Fear
then produces maggots from His eye sockets.

So, naturally, I throw Him away
and replace Him with myself,
only now I dream that I am Him,
walking up someone else’s wall,
frightening them closer to Death,
but always just out of Her reach.
She’s always been attracted to me,
or Me I should say. Yes, Me,
it has a sonorous doom-laden ring to it.

scene II: Aqua Vitae

The glass of water controls the shaking,
but my narrator is still stirring shit.
It’s bubbling, threatening to spill
and burn my thighs in penitence.
It’s taking my life from me,
but the irony is lost.

scene III: Prelude for a Farewell

I am about
to say adieu.

ACT III: Farewell
scene I: Degeneration

I am of a former generation
and as such I know more than you.
I was here when the universe began
and I will be around when it dies.
What facilitates me I do not know.
Perhaps, when I walk through the door
above which glows the red light of shame,
and I take off her bra
as she rests her groin upon my expanding lap,
I might consider some final words
as I expire and make way
for the next degenerate
who fancies himself as a Zeusalike.
But I don’t do words,
it’s not in my nature.

scene II: Adieu, Fool

This is my price,
the nightmares, the fiction,
the over-sentimental hypocrisy.
Mine and mine alone.
What solace lies here
is purely accidental
and should not be taken literally.

Adieu,
fool.

So Much More

I'm living in a closet
But it is so much more than that
My closet is full with clothes and shoes
Inside that closet is a cedar closet
With a box inside a trunk
On the trunk is village pieces
Behind the trunk is winter coats
I'm not just living in a closet
I'm living in the box
That is inside the trunk
With the village pieces on top
In the cedar closet
Which is inside the closet full of clothes
I told you it was so much more

Frances Dell is on the Blog!

Hello blog-o-sphere! My name is Frances Dell. I am an aspiring writer/poet/photography. I am so thrilled to be bloging and posting my works here.

A little background stuff. My birthday is May 1, 1988. I just moved to New York so you will probably hear about that adventure. You can follow me at twitter @francesdell61. Contrary to popular belief 61 is my favorite number, I was not mistaken what my birthday is. I write mostly poems. They are reflections of the day I was having that day or what I was going through at that moment. People who read my stuff always has some speculation about the context. From the get go you all should know I am a lesbian. No speculation. Okay.

I am super excited to be writing here and super excited for all of you to read it.