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So the series of suicides on the news lately has me depressed. People can be such asses. Partly in memory of them and partly because I simply cannot stand prejudice against homosexuality... I POST! :D And I make it public! :D Well. Not like it would matter whether this post was public or locked anyway. Haha.

( gay quotes! raaaainbooows :) )

Written down while waiting for sir in eee10 and promptly forgotten only to be remembered again.

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What To Do With Them

They're just words.
You don't
scissor them from a newspaper
to form a noose that you
hang yourself with.
You don't
splash them all flower-scented
over skin and clothes
to entice that guy you like.
You don't
shape them into darts
to torture the ( Read more... )

This Internet connection sucks. All I've been getting for the past few days has been flickering net service. Kind of like a candle. Flicker, flicker. Ugh. Anyway, this poem was written when I was in CHE lib with Cel last. Um. Wednesday? Wow. It's been almost a week. >_< I was waiting for inspiration to literally fall from the sky when she gave me ( Read more... )

Grawr. Damn orange. I finally conquered it so in retaliation it made my stomach hurt. Curse you.

Today was a good day. A really, really good day. :) So of course I made poems.

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Stepford

It was the All-American dream home.

Soaring Victorian spaces
Lace curtains and flowers in every room
Gnomes in spring gardens
A sparkling swimming pool in summer
Trees ( Read more... )

So the seminar went better than I expected. ^_^ Thank goodness I did not make a complete idiot out of myself. This would have been a wonderful day except my PCR went wonky so that's kind of sad. And I seem to have developed a rash on my thighs for some freakishly unknown reason that just won't stop itching. Ugh. (...celine if this has anything to ( Read more... )

I am slacking off. It is my fault of course, but I blame Cel because she is forcing me not to slack off.

In a last ditch attempt at rebellion, I am posting here my favorite passage from 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail'. Like me, it is insane and does not make sense. And it's about witches. Ohohohoho.

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Peasant 1: We've found a Witch! May we burn ( Read more... )

I have not yet gotten the hang of writing poems that are not related to me. But as they say, trying and trying makes perfect! (...or something like that anyway). So for the moment, this is another poem relating to me. Which I finished a little over ten minutes ago. XD
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Stormy Night

Alone with the music of the storm
And hot instant noodles.

The ghosts ( Read more... )

I wrote a series of poems about my family. They were sad and depressing and I wanted to post them but they were much too personal. So I'm posting old poems I've dug up instead. Not that they're that good. They're all from high school and in high school I was obsessed with the traditional style of poetry (aka they had to rhyme) so most of these ( Read more... )

So on Friday when I was alone in Casaa, there was this really pretty boy sitting at the table across from me. He was alone and we were facing each other. So I wrote this. Not that good, but it's for the pretty boy who I will probably never see again anyway.

Cathexis

We face off, alone on two tables (separate pools of space)
Divided by the highway
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