Everyone was posting poetry before... O_o I felt a little left out. I just found a collection of things I did for class, so I thought I'd share a few of my favourites. =3

Title: Untitled
Series: N/A
Rating: 14A
Type: Love/Sadness
Warnings: N/A

( If I closed my eyes tonight... )

Hm, I dug this out from my scant archive of poetry attempts...and this one stood out.

What Does Memory Smell Like?You ask me, "What does ( Read more... )

To all our non-Filipino members, please pardon the Tagalog entry.  Various events today have inspired this poem, which I initially thought of as "Sari-saring kahayupan ng tao", which morphed into "Ang kahayupan ng sangkatauhan", which in turn sounded too obvious.  Anyway, since the phrase that popped into my head was in Tagalog, the rest of the ( Read more... )

This is not for you

I never asked why your mouth tasted of weekend traffic
It's something to do with your hands, you said
when it's raining
something that softens the glare of sodium
lamps, when night finds you.  Still
it hardly ever fogs, not in this city

It concerns me that I could not remember
our last conversation: it was not of goodbyes
of this I am ( Read more... )

In a gesture of efficiency (read: laziness), I have submitted this to two separate institutions as both prose poetry (part of an anthology of poems) and flash fiction (for an anthology of flash fiction).  Technically, this isn't the latest thing I've written (my most recent attempt was a feature article on glassblowing which I wrote for our ( Read more... )

I'd really like comments (especially if you find some glaring error).  Feel free to be brutal, with this poem and with "For Thomas".  I'm submitting the whole Modern Love series to the big P's.  If you will comment, I'd like to hear from you before April 30, because that's the deadline of the contest.  Thank you!

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Highway 54

On this road, ( Read more... )

This is again a partial.  I was hoping that the same thing that happened with "For Thomas" would happen here (i.e. since I posted it already, I'd be pressured to finish it).  Comments on what little there is, are of course appreciated.

Highway 54

On this road, anything is possible

By night,
    places put on assumed identities
    The dark is a ( Read more... )

For Thomas

Your upturned face reminds me of
sunflowers
Your eyes are thirsty as you watch the sky
burst into flame
I tilt my head back to see
    what you see
    to dream
    what you dream
but vertigo pulls my head in
strange directions
soon I have to stop and look at my feet

(gravel crunching under the soles of these heels I wore for you)

You didn't ( Read more... )

In the spirit of Valentine's, I thought of writing an anthology of poems called Modern Love, about the different faces of romantic love (hahaha...can anyone say cheese?). Tentatively, it will contain the following poems ( Read more... )

Hi guys! I apologize if this will be a rude way of introducing myself. *hides* My name is Ceejay but I go by the nick Aoyuki Hikari or Sora-chan online.

I haven't written for a long time, I know. I'm reviving my
( Read more... )