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The Littlest Things
Listening to this song by Lily Allen and thinking about a quote of Brenden's during A Tree Ascending where he said one of the things he'd "go back for" was "the first few weeks with someone new... anyone new ( Read more... ) -
A poem
I wasn't really feeling this one, just procrastinating really, but since I wasted a good fifteen minutes on it I may as well save it.
I love you like a late spring snow,
So crisp and fresh and sweet
I love you like the lake's warm waves
Curling soft around my feet.
I love you like a lollipop,
Sugar rush to the head
I love you like rainy mornings,
Spent ( Read more... ) -
Lighthouse Painting
There are stars floating on the ocean ( Read more... ) -
Reaction to John Keats [Unfinished]
Two poems I wrote in reaction to Keats' poetry:
O that I should sit so, amongst these Words ( Read more... ) -
I locked you in my desk-draw, brother [Unfinished]
I locked you in my desk drawer, brother ( Read more... ) -
Reaction to Sylvia Plath
Words, strung, haphazard, pushed through ( Read more... ) -
The most important lesson I'm learning?
There's nothing here but everything (or nearly ( Read more... ) -
Reaction to John Keats [Unfinished]
Bright is the eve-star shining cold on high,
Lonely and untouch’d, imprisoned aloft.
And yet ‘tis eclipsed by one beneath the sky,
Whose light diffuses, instead, indolent and soft.
He is watched by Venus, and the enamour’d moon ,
Who, jealous, call him premature into their twilight
Waiting, as Saturn’s steeds, on that final swoon ( Read more... )
