The Truth about Poetry
The truth is... I write a shit ton of poetry. I know, I know. How much more feminine is fatal?
Well, the last poem posted on myspace got one response and it made me feel warm, so I'm going to do it again. Please forgive me, but this may happen daily. I don't have many friends that would actual read LJ anymore, so this change should note offend any folks:
"Dances with Aderol"
Lest you laugh with lethargy,
Lest you die without a friend,
Lets all remember, remembering,
Before another hit forces an end.
Lest you feel the need,
Lest you fail miserably,
Lets all worship blind hope,
Or wait to live only vicariously.
Lest you convert with favoritism,
Lest you rely on the independence you know,
Lets all sleep forever,
With the last bit of control we own.
Well, the last poem posted on myspace got one response and it made me feel warm, so I'm going to do it again. Please forgive me, but this may happen daily. I don't have many friends that would actual read LJ anymore, so this change should note offend any folks:
"Dances with Aderol"
Lest you laugh with lethargy,
Lest you die without a friend,
Lets all remember, remembering,
Before another hit forces an end.
Lest you feel the need,
Lest you fail miserably,
Lets all worship blind hope,
Or wait to live only vicariously.
Lest you convert with favoritism,
Lest you rely on the independence you know,
Lets all sleep forever,
With the last bit of control we own.