These are the rare peoms I wrote about stuff besides being a sad sack. :] |
The Mutual Friend Have we ever met? No, sir, no; but we share a mutual friend and you remind me of somebody I used to know so if you're interested, I know of a place we can go and get to understand the small things overlooked by other people now and again and I Can Tell That We Are Gonna Be Friends. because I'm a villainess, because I'm a villainess; frigid and confused there is no hope for people like me not to ruin ourselves in other people's eyes not to fall in love with an idea not to give gracious adieu to the spontaneous outburst of magic left to mankind you give your love to man i give mine to what he was intended to be, the glimmer of which can be seen, still, sometimes inside the sensitive, the malleable, the weak I understand what you will not is that so evil of me? Under Water Under water, it's darker. Much cooler there, and sound travels thickly; beautiful music reaching only the ears of the mediocre has no reason to play sharply and true does it? Under water, you might be lucky and see the sunlight laughing at you from the surface. But, should you r e a c h f o r i t-- your breath will catch and you will sink, anew, into the ideas that seemed so perfect when you were drunk. [untitled Poe imitation] O, I was a childe, and thee were a childe, in this kingdom that could not be farther from the sea, in this hole of a place, this sepulchre-like rivertown where you found your Annabel Lee, and realized she was not a childe at all, but a monster, like you, like me-- and so the angels laughed into their wine glasses at the thought of what was to be when the wind kicked up and struck a chord in my throat, chilling and killing your Annabel Lee-- for after all, just a dream in your head, she was, this beautiful thing that was not me. {Okay, so that one was about sad stuff. Sorry.} |