SELF-PROMOTION IS WRONG!!!!!

[alasdair_piban]

This is a self-promoting thingy right here, basically I want to know which of my poems you liked best, you can leave it at that, or if you want, which I'd prefer, you could tell me why you like it as well. If you haven't read any of my poetry, that's cool, I suppose I just won't love you...ever, but you know we might be able to be friends, but it

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[spells_n_sweets]

Dear Leon.
Remember this summer? That whole drama and the tension leading up to it, and then the crush and burn? Would it have ended differently? Were one of those poems really for me, and also, did you really think that about me? I find that impossible, because whenever I look in the mirror I only see flaws, or a selfish bitch.

--Spell

[alasdair_piban]

Hmmm, an interesting question indeed. I think we both see two different things, though we're quite obviously looking at the same thing...I can't explain it, but just about everyone does it, except for those incredibly vain people, or amazingly perfect people who don't look bad ever. The point I'm trying to make is I. HATE. SAURKRAUTE! That's all I'm really trying to say, And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandry, full of loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe of ours, there's still a little place

called Albuquerque!

[alasdair_piban]

And your stories are really nice.

[spells_n_sweets]

P.s. Enough whining, my favorite poems?

"Rain
The tinkling on the roof,
I can tell it's time to go,
And I want to.
I grab my hat and walk outside.
I can hear the sound change as the rain hits my hat,
The slight massage it gives my head.
I hold out my hand,
It's cold, as always
And refreshing, as always.
I take off my hat,
I let the rain soak into my hair,
I hum a tune to the sound around me.
When my hair is good and drenched I look up,
I look straight at the rain as it hits everywhere but my eyes.
I laugh,
Harder,
Harder,
Harder!
Finally I am yelping at the top of my lungs and I feel something.
I feel my feet move,
I feel my hands move,
I feel everything move.
Suddenly I'm dancing,
I'm twirling and moving and everything is going in circles,
And I keep spinning and laughing and dancing until,
Finally,
It stops.
The rain stops.
I slow to a standstill and my laughter dies down.
I look up at the sky once more,
Looking for something.
Nothing's there.
I carefully place my hat back on,
And walk away"

and Irish Rose. That's my other

[spells_n_sweets]

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[darkenedjewel]

i like them all honestly.
irish rose was def a classic though

[alasdair_piban]

you lie, that can't be true, I never wrote that, how dare you!? Medic!