Wrestling With Oranges
Grawr. Damn orange. I finally conquered it so in retaliation it made my stomach hurt. Curse you.
Today was a good day. A really, really good day. :) So of course I made poems.
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Stepford
It was the All-American dream home.
Soaring Victorian spaces
Lace curtains and flowers in every room
Gnomes in spring gardens
A sparkling swimming pool in summer
Trees heavily laden with autumn apples
And snowmen Santa would've been jealous of.
...
Too bad mom's an adultering whore
Big brother's a gambling alcoholic
Little sister's a crack junkie
And dad stabbed everyone at the table
With the carving knife he'd used
To slice the Thanksgiving turkey.
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food on the table
mother, why is it
that the steak is more succulent
the chicken more savory
the soup spicier
the cookies sweeter
the cakes richer
.
..
...
- after father left us?
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the first poem is so whafuck. the second is me being emo. and inspired by memories of mealtimes this summer.
also made a poem entitled 'Traffic Lights On A Tree-Lined Crossroads' and I posted it on Tumblr because it looks prettier there and because it comes with this really pretty picture I found of fallen firetree blossoms. and it is also emo. lol.
must. return. to. studying.
Stupid Rizal. How dare you have an entire subject all about you. Now I have to read pages upon pages related to you. If you weren't already dead, I'd ask you to go die. Sigh. All right so maybe I'm not that evil. But still. Fuuuu.
Today was a good day. A really, really good day. :) So of course I made poems.
-
Stepford
It was the All-American dream home.
Soaring Victorian spaces
Lace curtains and flowers in every room
Gnomes in spring gardens
A sparkling swimming pool in summer
Trees heavily laden with autumn apples
And snowmen Santa would've been jealous of.
...
Too bad mom's an adultering whore
Big brother's a gambling alcoholic
Little sister's a crack junkie
And dad stabbed everyone at the table
With the carving knife he'd used
To slice the Thanksgiving turkey.
-
food on the table
mother, why is it
that the steak is more succulent
the chicken more savory
the soup spicier
the cookies sweeter
the cakes richer
.
..
...
- after father left us?
-
the first poem is so whafuck. the second is me being emo. and inspired by memories of mealtimes this summer.
also made a poem entitled 'Traffic Lights On A Tree-Lined Crossroads' and I posted it on Tumblr because it looks prettier there and because it comes with this really pretty picture I found of fallen firetree blossoms. and it is also emo. lol.
must. return. to. studying.
Stupid Rizal. How dare you have an entire subject all about you. Now I have to read pages upon pages related to you. If you weren't already dead, I'd ask you to go die. Sigh. All right so maybe I'm not that evil. But still. Fuuuu.