poem I wrote
I know I owe some comment replies. My muse bit a few nights ago and I want to get this up in case I get an opportunity to give the url to "Dr. C."
Title: Yo, Dr. C.
Rating: PG for themes
Summary: poem; 72+31 words
Copyright: This is mine, I wrote it in 2010. Please do not distribute it; thank you.
Author's Note 1: Written with a RL Dr. in mind, but two lines will make sense to my SPN friends.
Feedback: Always appreciated. Criticism, even harsh, is fine as long as it's constructive; if I'm intrigued I may ask questions, though answering me isn't obligatory; if you're tempted to say anything that contains words like "crap" or "garbage," I direct you to the chapter on constructive criticism in Burroway, Writing Fiction.
Yo, Dr. C.
You called it an addiction,
Weren't tryin'a cause friction;
We both know it's analogy,
Metaphor,
Not a granite-carved elegy
Or ephemeral semaphore.
Angels didn't sing it in my ear in clastic tones
Or singe it in Enochian runes on my bones.
A useful model, though it has a few glitches.
It was pretty hip quoting Dorothy Parker,
But I prefer my crazy bitches
A lot less suicidal and a little bit darker.
---
Did heroin say to the junkie,
"I know I hurt you before, time after time, but I
finally really get it and I'll never do it again"?
Heh. Maybe it did.
---
A/N 2: Who the F's darker than Dorothy P., you ask? *waves to Fetish and Leonidas and smash86 and some other SPN friends, and Melissasjack and some other BbM friends who might not be comfortable being mentioned by name and/or who I doubt are around anymore, and smishes them hard enough to break something*
Title: Yo, Dr. C.
Rating: PG for themes
Summary: poem; 72+31 words
Copyright: This is mine, I wrote it in 2010. Please do not distribute it; thank you.
Author's Note 1: Written with a RL Dr. in mind, but two lines will make sense to my SPN friends.
Feedback: Always appreciated. Criticism, even harsh, is fine as long as it's constructive; if I'm intrigued I may ask questions, though answering me isn't obligatory; if you're tempted to say anything that contains words like "crap" or "garbage," I direct you to the chapter on constructive criticism in Burroway, Writing Fiction.
Yo, Dr. C.
You called it an addiction,
Weren't tryin'a cause friction;
We both know it's analogy,
Metaphor,
Not a granite-carved elegy
Or ephemeral semaphore.
Angels didn't sing it in my ear in clastic tones
Or singe it in Enochian runes on my bones.
A useful model, though it has a few glitches.
It was pretty hip quoting Dorothy Parker,
But I prefer my crazy bitches
A lot less suicidal and a little bit darker.
---
Did heroin say to the junkie,
"I know I hurt you before, time after time, but I
finally really get it and I'll never do it again"?
Heh. Maybe it did.
---
A/N 2: Who the F's darker than Dorothy P., you ask? *waves to Fetish and Leonidas and smash86 and some other SPN friends, and Melissasjack and some other BbM friends who might not be comfortable being mentioned by name and/or who I doubt are around anymore, and smishes them hard enough to break something*