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 Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 4:33 pm
Just little bits of writing I'm able to read through again now that my computers fixed. Mostly this is all just for entertainment purposes, I have no fancy copywrights and I'm not posting the best stuf because... Enjoy
Oh, i am sarcastic and probably not politicaly corect. Please excuse my termonology in some of these, I realy do love all people of all walks of life and lifestyles. Very few people I've met I've disliked, and they were just as white and stupid as me.
The Last Day
Of January; it’s a sad happy day. Next month is February; [captain obvious has landed!] and February sucks. I whish that whatever monarch had taken that day off of February had taken more. I also wish that whoever started commercializing Valentines Day drowns a miserable death in red roses and cheesy decorations. If I ever get handed another rose I swear to whatever’s listening, I will eat it. Or rather, chew it up and spit it out, literally. Aside from that, I’d like to take this moment to mention one of the few good things about Valentines Day, those little “talking” candy hearts. I mean, where else do you get a hand full of happy to be eaten candy? “Yes! Yes! Your mine! Lover Boy! Yes Yes Yes!” .....
That reminds me of the time I ate all the candy hearts except the ones that said “Kiss Me” our of two boxes of the sweet tart hearts and gave the leftovers to [ name removed]. He didn’t even look at them, just downed the whole box. lol, and then I told him what they said, and he spent the next 30 minute bus ride trying to gag down 20 some sweet tarts at the same time. Ah, sweet memories; we ended up going out on valentines day. He asked me as I sat there with a white rose from another guy in hand, wilting and dying; and dressed in total black, which is my tradition. And he gave me a mothers day/anniversary mum two months later, which I sledded over the next winter.
That’s it, February is officially the gayest month, and December is the next gayest.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 4:59 pm
ode to arty
Like a beautiful sunrise,
Eternally, your light brings hope,
To all around.
Then, you blossom,
And the world is your playground.
The mess you leave,
When eyes are closed,
BURNS BURNS BURNS, and the world starts anew.
From my favorite long distance friend and mind lover. ^^^
I call this rant "How to make a Psychologyst*
I know the worlds full of crap when you spend three years keeping someone at arms length for fear of strangling them, and they assume you have been attracted to them all along. But that’s old news. Tack on another year, a language, an ocean, and 4000 miles then POOF you have your own little psychologist on your hands.
My poems....all two if i can find them. ^_^
HERES ONE yusss, this is becoming theraptuic....
Empty Wells
Covered in fine even sand.
this naked ground a volcanic wasteland,
In this arid land of bitter cold,
is ever blotted out hopes of old.
Black ashes, sticky frozen
cling to the rims of the wells chosen.
Stalactites,
black whites,
stand sentient
around the wells firmament
and guard the crystallized waters deep
below in the seep
of the empty wells.
And the water, however scarce and hard
the well is its’ scabbard.
These waters contain frozen metals
and bitter barbs, poison needles
crystallized in the deep reaches
of dry well branches
the earth is devoid of moisture
the ice is impure.
The atmosphere contains no fluidity.
The ashes stand bold
against a red sky I’m told.
they entreat the waters to rise again
to nourish the world of men
The ashes in spite wait
for the an/avoidable date
when the water will melt ant multiply.
and the pristine waters of the sky
will join to melt the darkness into the sand.
This is a bitter volcanic wasteland.
The black rimmed wells are sealed.
...and i cant find the last, but it was polished nicely. waddyah think?
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