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1 Pretty Little Fool This's for the same story as The Black Ones. It's the lines of a sprite taunting the fairy as she's crying because the boy left her for someone real. It's really mean, but I like it. It wasn't meant to be read or even heard, but it's wicked when preformed
Poetry: Love, K+, English, Poetry & Tragedy, words: 316, 10/3/2007
1Pandora I wrote this shortly after the first time I finally got to see my mate face to face long story that isn't what you're thinking, trust me on this one. It's kind of dark and I really really want to make a short film to go with it at some point in my life.
Fiction: Supernatural, K+, English, Romance & Supernatural, words: 420, 9/25/2007
1Not A Mouse Stirring The title is from a line in Shakespeare's play Hamlet. This is... well, I've really no idea what this is, but, I like it well enough. Tell me what's wrong with it.
Poetry: General, K+, English, Poetry & Drama, words: 149, 9/25/2007
1 Feathers on the Ground In Biblical times people would rip hair from their heads in grief when someone died. One of my kin's dad died and I got the image of angels tearing feathers from their wings to physically express the pain they felt for his suffering. A lullaby for my kin.
Poetry: Family, K, English, Spiritual & Angst, words: 252, 9/25/2007
1 The Black Ones A chant out of a story I'm trying to write. It's a spellrequest to have ravens follow and protect the guy a chick loves, even though he left her without looking back. Actually, this poem set into action a string of events that changed my life drastically.
Poetry: Love, K, English, Poetry & Supernatural, words: 224, favs: 1, 9/24/2007
3 The Chaotic Surrealism of Anticipation I really don't know how to explain this one better then the title does. It's just that. A poem about the chaotic surrealism of anticipation. blinks Maybe it only makes sense to me. Oh well. I'll call it art and pretend that's an excuse.
Poetry: Love, K, English, Poetry & Horror, words: 229, 9/24/2007
Cleave I wrote this late late at night when I woke up to the swell in Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd filling up the air in my bedroom. Cleave is the perfect title because it either means melded into one or cut in two, which is exactly what this is about.
Poetry: Love, K, English, Poetry & Drama, words: 66, 9/23/2007
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