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Boop
Light did not dance upon the sill of the window when Orrin returned home, Fiona's tardiness implicated another night underlined by no supper for the boys (a glad and smug attitude graced Geoff, he had stole away a loaf from the high cupboard and buried it in bed, a perfect and harmless disarray of disguising blankets masked anything ( Read more... ) -
And now:
The poems about the lovely Tasha girl, an ongoing tale so far filled with trepidation, joy, romance, and sorrow.
And then joy and curiosity and wondering and stuff (read: not concluded)
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What have I here?
Thoughts of mine have run rampant and wild,
As the beat to which they march grows unsteady.
Yet from this anarchy comes a child:
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Secondly
A fun one, I had lots of fun with this. I don't even know what to call it yet. Its file name is "Hurr Durr." It's not very eloquent a name =/
Lets go with, Spectacle... or something.
Right!
Spectacle... or something
There are definitely possibilities,
In the future for you and me.
Let us see if the fates agree.
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Da Ell Jays
Oh what has become of you Livejournal? You are now a poetic repository for me (not that that's a bad thing); it is a sign of the times, I am sane now (haw haw).
First is a sonnet about when Lori and I broke up! For the first time, that is. The second and "final" break up happened about half a year later.
Blue
An’ so, life becomes about moving on.
Our ( Read more... ) -
From Lori's abode
I think I figured it out.
In summary: I was playing the idea of this communal living with Lori, and at first it was a bit of a strange concept. Can I do that with a person? Can she? And there was a little internal debate here about what was going to be happening in that regard. Now a consensus has been reached.
Conclusion: I want this ( Read more... ) -
I'm just full of these things as of late.
Hold your Envy
Some of the reprise I see sings facade.
Things about how I slight in many ways,
But here, I disagree and find it odd,
I see my faults, yet a question gains weight:
Jealousy, is it I that she envies?
Her gaze is fond when she sees what she wants,
And she saw liberty, a boy so free.
Yet she disdains it as a lasting taunt.
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And this is why I'm a liar.
My Muse
I think to write of you, yet I don't know how to.
I have so much to say, thoughts to convey
How much I have come to value the whole of you
How now I'm on my way, how I don't want to stray
A torrential rush of blood fills my body whole,
A spark kindles a flame, a drop becomes a flood
This emotion, this strong notion grows in my soul
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I felt uninspired, now I'm just a liar.
I don't know why it is that so much of my muse seems to have vanished.
Mayhaps it is the lack of anguish, angst give fuel to the fire to conjure. Or maybe what I am trying to write is just the wrong thing. I hang up in sonnets in ways I have not before, the flow feels obstructed. I wonder if this hints at something with Lori, she did tell me she ( Read more... ) -
Transgenesis
Change
The world tells me, and I will pay mind,
To lessons 'bout this work, the grandest kind;
I've always looked and always come to find,
That though I could observe, I was still blind
My world had scarred and scared me, so I ran
All fervor and wonder was squelched and trapped
But my compass spins so I wait and stand
In my stillness I see ( Read more... ) -
The only one that has a person's name in it.
Here, unexpectedly what have I found?
Truth, honesty has impressed upon me,
Want doth lure, then leads me, and now I'm bound.
This wish comes to free me from a blind sea.
I'm fixated, pleasantly elated;
Thoughts try and find reasons to come to you.
Every new fear is slain, abated,
Then this amazement and comfort ensues.
Whenever I see you how ( Read more... )