poems, yesssss
playful paramours upon the seat
forehead batted hair and squinty eyes
(eyes as old as forty, but breasts much
younger; drooping out under flimsy top)
reminds me of love, and how i loved it
sometimes,the curled to the curler
(or, as i prefer them both to neither
but like the both as well)
as storms bloom their glooming
and flowers boom their blooming
i rush to the house of many apple
people, and sit, and wait, and cheeryly i talk of nothing
(til somnous, in his chariot of ash and dreams
takes me to dreamless sleep)
i couldn't leave that last post anylonger. god, i hate angst, but sometimes it just feels right. but, i am horribly horribly disappointed in all of you though, you commented on the crappiest post i have done yet, more so that you did on any of the others. but anyways. may the worst of days wash over you and smeckt of urine.
two quotes that i think are applicable?
"life without death is like sex without release"
"you are the only person that you have to deal with for the rest of your life"
who said em? me, and i am oh so proud of myself.
accidental poetry: "rooter, suitor, supporter, swain" found here.
it would be amazing if someone would go through and find a bunch of accidental poetry on the internet. i mean, there has to be more poetical statements out there than ever before because of the jumble, jumble of information that swings around the servers. what is more amazing about it is, they are absolutely, and inherently, machine made poetry. this makes them original on a whole new level. reminds me of the story about the monkeys at the typewriters writing hamlet, only this is search bots and servers writing poetry. maybe harpers would do something like that?
forehead batted hair and squinty eyes
(eyes as old as forty, but breasts much
younger; drooping out under flimsy top)
reminds me of love, and how i loved it
sometimes,the curled to the curler
(or, as i prefer them both to neither
but like the both as well)
as storms bloom their glooming
and flowers boom their blooming
i rush to the house of many apple
people, and sit, and wait, and cheeryly i talk of nothing
(til somnous, in his chariot of ash and dreams
takes me to dreamless sleep)
i couldn't leave that last post anylonger. god, i hate angst, but sometimes it just feels right. but, i am horribly horribly disappointed in all of you though, you commented on the crappiest post i have done yet, more so that you did on any of the others. but anyways. may the worst of days wash over you and smeckt of urine.
two quotes that i think are applicable?
"life without death is like sex without release"
"you are the only person that you have to deal with for the rest of your life"
who said em? me, and i am oh so proud of myself.
accidental poetry: "rooter, suitor, supporter, swain" found here.
it would be amazing if someone would go through and find a bunch of accidental poetry on the internet. i mean, there has to be more poetical statements out there than ever before because of the jumble, jumble of information that swings around the servers. what is more amazing about it is, they are absolutely, and inherently, machine made poetry. this makes them original on a whole new level. reminds me of the story about the monkeys at the typewriters writing hamlet, only this is search bots and servers writing poetry. maybe harpers would do something like that?