moar poetry + talk
Wrote this one a while ago whilst complaining of the million and one poems I had to do for Writer's Craft anthology. (Which most of these poems are part of actually... you didn't actually think I was writing these daily? XD)
ritual for the ghosts
Embroider me with tears,
Adorn my skin with laughter
And weave tragedy through my hair.
My heart will hang for all to see,
Stitched with memories of grief
upon my sleeve.
Delight and terror, dual sparks of light
Glint wildly from either ear,
And desire drapes, amethyst-bright,
Across prone fingertips.
Paint my lips with humour,
Sketch anger in my eyes.
Inscribe upon me a litany-
A funeral shroud for your dead.
Went out to Winner's last weekend in hopes of getting a new sundress to wear because the weather is incredibly hot for Canada. (Not that I don't like it, mind. This is much preferred over our six months of winter. Blech.) But of course, plans being what they are, it didn't quite work out that way. Still not complaining though because I am now the delighted owner of an ankle-length silk green dress that I fully intend on wearing as a sundress, so help me gods. It's probably not what the designers had in mind, so screw that. It's gorgeous and I do it no justice, but will wear it anyways because I am selfish and I like it. Plus every time I look at it, I can't help but think "Slytherin!". *laugh* Yes yes, you can all laugh at me now. XD
I wish I could take pictures. As soon as I convince my parents that a new digital camera (preferably of the Sony Cybershot persuasion) is absolutely crucial to my continual survival in university (and the months directly preceding it), I will take pictures. Because it really is that pretty. *wistful smile* It's weird, I've had this itching for photography since March when I've never really cared less either way. Hrm. I've always been so bad at denying myself these little cravings though, so we'll see. I might just end up splurging for one even if my parents can't be made to see reason. But I haven't played that card yet, so we'll see. We'll see. *grins. widely. see all my pretty (sharp) white teeth?*
In other news, getting kind of tired of H/D. (I think this is what people would call an oversaturated state. I was never that good at pacing and self-control, which inevitably leads to huge fanfic binges. Which, as the LJ cut so succinctly pointed out, is Bad For You... or Me as the case is.) It just seems that all the cliches have been explored and most fics inevitably end up with them shagging each other six ways to Sunday. (See? I'm even picking up British colloquialisms!) And I'm not so much a sexsexsex! reader as a USTUSTUST! one. I like the build up. And. And. I don't like pining. Pining is automatically a "no thank you, ick" in my books. Which really eliminates a lot of fics. Which is sad. *sigh* Kind of bored of HP fandom in general at the moment. ... kind of bored of everything atm actually. I know, I know. This following up on the heels of my "wow HPfen ILU yay&hearts" post last night (or early this morning, whatever) is just sad. I know. *sulk*
You know what I'd really like right now though, journal? I really really want Neil Gaiman's newest anthology of short stories. :D :D :D Because it's Gaiman and his short stories are so so good. But for now I've got a brand new collection of Locus Award winners from the last thirty years to tide me over, so I should be good for a while. I should just learn to stop binging. XD;;
ritual for the ghosts
Embroider me with tears,
Adorn my skin with laughter
And weave tragedy through my hair.
My heart will hang for all to see,
Stitched with memories of grief
upon my sleeve.
Delight and terror, dual sparks of light
Glint wildly from either ear,
And desire drapes, amethyst-bright,
Across prone fingertips.
Paint my lips with humour,
Sketch anger in my eyes.
Inscribe upon me a litany-
A funeral shroud for your dead.
Went out to Winner's last weekend in hopes of getting a new sundress to wear because the weather is incredibly hot for Canada. (Not that I don't like it, mind. This is much preferred over our six months of winter. Blech.) But of course, plans being what they are, it didn't quite work out that way. Still not complaining though because I am now the delighted owner of an ankle-length silk green dress that I fully intend on wearing as a sundress, so help me gods. It's probably not what the designers had in mind, so screw that. It's gorgeous and I do it no justice, but will wear it anyways because I am selfish and I like it. Plus every time I look at it, I can't help but think "Slytherin!". *laugh* Yes yes, you can all laugh at me now. XD
I wish I could take pictures. As soon as I convince my parents that a new digital camera (preferably of the Sony Cybershot persuasion) is absolutely crucial to my continual survival in university (and the months directly preceding it), I will take pictures. Because it really is that pretty. *wistful smile* It's weird, I've had this itching for photography since March when I've never really cared less either way. Hrm. I've always been so bad at denying myself these little cravings though, so we'll see. I might just end up splurging for one even if my parents can't be made to see reason. But I haven't played that card yet, so we'll see. We'll see. *grins. widely. see all my pretty (sharp) white teeth?*
In other news, getting kind of tired of H/D. (I think this is what people would call an oversaturated state. I was never that good at pacing and self-control, which inevitably leads to huge fanfic binges. Which, as the LJ cut so succinctly pointed out, is Bad For You... or Me as the case is.) It just seems that all the cliches have been explored and most fics inevitably end up with them shagging each other six ways to Sunday. (See? I'm even picking up British colloquialisms!) And I'm not so much a sexsexsex! reader as a USTUSTUST! one. I like the build up. And. And. I don't like pining. Pining is automatically a "no thank you, ick" in my books. Which really eliminates a lot of fics. Which is sad. *sigh* Kind of bored of HP fandom in general at the moment. ... kind of bored of everything atm actually. I know, I know. This following up on the heels of my "wow HPfen ILU yay&hearts" post last night (or early this morning, whatever) is just sad. I know. *sulk*
You know what I'd really like right now though, journal? I really really want Neil Gaiman's newest anthology of short stories. :D :D :D Because it's Gaiman and his short stories are so so good. But for now I've got a brand new collection of Locus Award winners from the last thirty years to tide me over, so I should be good for a while. I should just learn to stop binging. XD;;