Just now I was going to compose some more senryū for publication, but having wasted time reading Mariella Frostrup's ("Mariella, this is my girlfriend... um...") agony aunt column I feel wise rather than creative.

A few conclusions I can (re)draw after all this research:

• Comeuppance is as great a word as it is a concept in which to believe.
• When ( Read more... )

An evil mistress
Temptation, in liquid phase
Turn my back on her

Towering boxes
Inefficient storage for
Contents of one brain

Third time lucky at posting this? Twice I have opened the tab to post about my misadventures, twice I have closed the tab for fear of publicly publishing my thoughts on a very personal topic. Instead, I will post about how I can not post about that.

He makes a girl want to speak Spanish.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera.

I choose to live in either of two ways, with love or without.
To dwell on someone every moment may not be fulfilling,
It is not living to be aware of lacking one to love.

Do you believe ( Read more... )

Work becomes a hill
Which keeps on rising higher
As you try to climb

As apathy grows
So does frustration, it seems
They are the same thing

A thousand late nights
No sleeping aid is better
Than overdue chores

The fact I have zero friends to read my writing, that there is no one privy to my deepest thoughts, that I am unpopular, would be upsetting if it were not merely on Livejournal and this account were not brand new. Oh Livejournal, you can not force me to be sociable! Let the people come to me, for the awesomeness of my writing shall precede any ( Read more... )