ok, so I FINALLY organized the million and a half random folders of poems and such on my computer. There's still some phantom files out there hiding somehwere in my harddrive, i'm sure of it, but for now they'll have to remain that way, as I don't have the time or patience to find them right now...

In other news, I wrote a rather creepy little poem this morning. Kind of... well, creepy... but it has a meaning! oh yes it does, it has a nice and happy little meaning if you look hard enough!!

Dollface

Hey doll, with your hair drawn tight and your
face painted on cherry red hiding
all the emptiness in your hollow china head.

Hey babe, in your dress with the frills at the neck and your
perfect little fragile arms and legs sticking out that
won't bend or embrace without breaking.

Hey sweet, sitting there with a smile and a grin and your
secret that you were the one who slaughtered and
ripped and tore the rag doll to shreds.

Dollface, with your empty body that holds no heart and your
painted face that hides all emotion and the reason why you
hated the rag doll with the candy heart and stuffing who could
hold and be held and embrace without breaking.



here's another short little one I wrote a while ago and didn't ever post, i was thinking about sailboats, I dunno... doesn't have a tittle, but that's ok. anyway, enjoy :)


Catch me
and be dragged along.
I've got one hand on the wind and the other with you.

Jump for the lines
and let the sail send you flying,
hitching a ride in the sky.

Hold fast
don't let go.
Escape won't set you free, only send you reeling.

Catch me,
curl your fingers tight,
'cause I've got one hand on the wind and the other with you.

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At 8/27/2005,  Adraea said...

I like it! Dollface is quite creepy, but really good! I love the sailing one, too! The rhythm is kinda cool!

 

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
a sudden love of books??

nah, i've always loved books and all, I just realized, though, that there's a clump of poems I wrote a while ago and they all have this odd connection to books... oh well... i wrote these sometime last month, but never got to posting them. The first one is a funky rhyme, kind of mocking in a way. The second one... well, I dunno what I was thinking. Just asking myself about memories and dreams, and how as much as you want to return to those memories, you can't, and the closest you will ever get to returning to your past is through your dreams. ... wow, that little analysis right there was deeper than the poem itself... ha!! guess I did learn something in english class... :P

This Moment

Just the same old story
I've heard it before
put it down in different words
I know just what's in store.
Use your mind, imagine that,
that's not a metaphor,
just stop and think, why else,
there's a reason it's a bore.
Clever one, why don't you see
this life is just a parody
for something more.


My Own Bookkeeping

I do not read books very much anymore,
rather, it seems I've read them all,
a uniformity they've become.
These days, I read my memories,
all scrawled upon my mind,
enscibed across my thoughts,
and etched into my dreams.
I believe in memories,
but as dreams, alas, they must remain,
for memories, when do they become
realities once more?

Archaelin at 2:52 PM

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At 8/10/2005,  Ellie said...

I really like both of them. Man, you're such a good poet! I especially like the first. I can relate. I love the ending lines.. a parody for something more. It's thought-provoking. <3 I luff them!

 

At 8/10/2005,  Ellie said...

Constructive criticism-

The first poem, I think the rhythm is off in a few places. It's a bit distracting, but it might be just me.

The second I couldn't find anything to change. Suggestion for the last few lines:
but as dreams, alas, they must remain,
for memories, when do they become
realities once more?

Instead of "once more", how about "again"? It rhymes with remain and it sort of ends it.

I dunno, just my thoughts! x3 I still like them just how are they are!

 

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