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Tagged by style: sonnet, haiku (includes senryu), limerick, and haibun
More Writing Tags: collaborative (written with others, inspired by others), prompted (written to some sort of prompt/challenge), and ideas. In addition, the worst violators are tagged: sappy or angsty. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| | In case you were wondering, there's a journal of the feed for my flickr account over yonder. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Sacred Space v4.0 (or so) is up!
Currently up are the Icons, Writing, Journal and About sections. Photos and Art, being the largest and most pain in the derriere, will be up eventually, and probably in slow stages. Now that I'm out of college, I'm pondering what to do with "College Life". I may move all the photos over to SS and do something else for the quotes. We'll see. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| This is what happens when I'm unemployed...
I am currently in process to do a major site update/renovation/reorganization that's been in the works for a year. I'll keep you posted as the site goes up! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| [The muse has been pissing me off lately, so I decided to read some old stuff. Found some poetry I'd never posted here that I had to reread several times. It's poking me in the heart-place, so I figured I'd post it. For reference, it's from fall of my sophomore year.]
| Tag-Along | Trio (Haiku) | For Now | Silence |
Tag-Along
is it my turn?
my turn to sit beside two
and be the third wheel left spinning pointlessly
wondering if my presence is desirable
or if my absence is more so
wondering where I fit in this new balance
new place. . .
new bonds
don't have to destroy
old ones, right?
. . . right?
don't leave me behind
I'm still your friend, right?
am I still his friend too?
or am I a tag-along,
an unwanted distraction
on your path to happiness?
it's so strange
to be here wondering...
wondering where I belong,
wondering if this is how she felt,
when I was acting this way,
wondering if I'm just being silly...
wondering if it's my turn.
----
a trio
always becomes two
and one
---
For Now
what am I doing to myself?
why am I thinking these thoughts?
I just want you to do nothing with me
sit around and enjoy each other
but you get bored so quickly
are you bored of me?
It feels like it.
why?
Is it just my libido speaking?
Or did it hurt me that much?
What am I thinking?
I shouldn't be having these thoughts
these impossible ideas, temptations.
I shouldn't feel guilty, either--
guilt is for actions.
I can't throw away four years
after just a few weeks.
my heart remains true
. . . for now
------
Silence
sitting here
wondering in silence
if I should open my heart
make obvious veiled flirtation
reveal my desperation
my soul-sick longing
for confirmation
I don't know you,
just that you give great hugs
whenever I need them
(which is always)
you let me be clingy,
you know how to listen
and you know how to care
what else matters?
loyalty, it
feels like chains right now
holding me back from . . . ?
something I cannot even imagine
but can taste
at the edge of dreams
and want to know better | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| chipping away at
the ice on the windshield
and streak by streak clarity
is found
a clear glimpse is granted
of the gleam in your eyes
when you say
"I love you"
you blink at the intensity
lids closing
and opening
wipers going back
and forth
a clear view of fog
[bleh...stuck, more to this thought/image but it's not working!] | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Not uploaded at SacredSpace because I need to revamp that place, hard. Full size (1024x768) can be found here.
In other news, the sun is out! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Mist stalks
turning campus' already picturesque
scene into a painting
full of ghosts and beauty
strangely silent
(for a Saturday)
I stalk the mist
from one cloud-wisp
to the next
I take steps
measured by the pounding
of my heart
but I am no huntress
in every new puff
of white emptiness
I see your ghost
I rush every one but
when I get there
all I find is wet cheeks
and empty darkness
and cold loneliness
--------
I cling to you
my summer's warmth
hesitant to
embrace the December
days of your absence
Every habit of us dies slowly
beautifully colored
red and gold
sweet memory
cannot hold
without your face
beaming love upon us
we shrivel and die
the wind tears at me
I let go
but oh,
to be a conifer,
to be her. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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