Poetry Time!
If I haven't mentioned it before, I must state it now, I adore my friends from japanese class. They are fun, and while I am a mildly boring person, we have fun together. I think it all evens out somehow, but I'm not quite sure how.
Today I had a smilie hickey drawn on my throat, had a traditional (or how traditional we can get in a classroom) tea ceremony, and I found a Frank Miller Batman comic for four bucks which I promptly snagged and bought for a dear older sister, instead of buying a cutesy manwea.
Manwea I can get anytime, Frank Miller, not so easy.
And now here's a poem for all to enjoy,
Lizzie Borden
She looks at frog-wide eyes,
black robes of anxious injustice.
Head held high, her face tight,
nothing but the thinnest trickle of blood can
escape to darken her white face.
Black drips sucked deep by traitorous oak
carved with jagged peaks
dance in candle light.
Heads roll down to the feet of imagination.
"She's guilty" the toads demand injustice of her,
an innocent woman,
soul bathed with blood and gore.
Innocence appears in many shapes
babes beg to hug this elusive creature, where
one stop, crack, accident cleaves her in two
Innocent, there is no evidence,
Evident, she is free to go.
Frog Prince
Child runs to oaken crevice, hides,
if frog prince demands kiss,
She'll be the decider.
No traitorous toad of torrential slime will trod their tongue on her delicate lips.
Sister demands otherwise,
Prince Charming, Prince Darling, Prince of all things beautiful and Prince what's his name will come.
Pucker up, it can't be denied a sister's malicious
curiosity.
Peck quick and satisfy
there is no prince.
First Time Crush
Girl with blush,
turn away darlings,
don't show the tell-tale signs
of first time crush.
light wrinkles illuminates windows in the eye.
A Madonna and child smile not darling to grow larger,
or object of desires will witness
the blood-red cheek, anxious flutter of wrist pulse
damps hands, and slick swearing sweat.
Maybe if girl is lucky
blush of cheek will spill onto page,
and all daydream imaginings will fade
in hopeful reality.
Today I had a smilie hickey drawn on my throat, had a traditional (or how traditional we can get in a classroom) tea ceremony, and I found a Frank Miller Batman comic for four bucks which I promptly snagged and bought for a dear older sister, instead of buying a cutesy manwea.
Manwea I can get anytime, Frank Miller, not so easy.
And now here's a poem for all to enjoy,
Lizzie Borden
She looks at frog-wide eyes,
black robes of anxious injustice.
Head held high, her face tight,
nothing but the thinnest trickle of blood can
escape to darken her white face.
Black drips sucked deep by traitorous oak
carved with jagged peaks
dance in candle light.
Heads roll down to the feet of imagination.
"She's guilty" the toads demand injustice of her,
an innocent woman,
soul bathed with blood and gore.
Innocence appears in many shapes
babes beg to hug this elusive creature, where
one stop, crack, accident cleaves her in two
Innocent, there is no evidence,
Evident, she is free to go.
Frog Prince
Child runs to oaken crevice, hides,
if frog prince demands kiss,
She'll be the decider.
No traitorous toad of torrential slime will trod their tongue on her delicate lips.
Sister demands otherwise,
Prince Charming, Prince Darling, Prince of all things beautiful and Prince what's his name will come.
Pucker up, it can't be denied a sister's malicious
curiosity.
Peck quick and satisfy
there is no prince.
First Time Crush
Girl with blush,
turn away darlings,
don't show the tell-tale signs
of first time crush.
light wrinkles illuminates windows in the eye.
A Madonna and child smile not darling to grow larger,
or object of desires will witness
the blood-red cheek, anxious flutter of wrist pulse
damps hands, and slick swearing sweat.
Maybe if girl is lucky
blush of cheek will spill onto page,
and all daydream imaginings will fade
in hopeful reality.