This is the result of Adrian buying me a magnetic poetry set for my 20th birthday. It's already gotten it's worth as I managed to distract myself from my lab report for a great deal of time by just breaking all the words apart. I don't think that anything I create will actually beat the beauty of the way the two words were matched up when I opened up the box that night at Finbars:
Drunk?
Never...
For those of you who don't know, magnetic poetry is a whole bunch of little magnets of words and word fragments (things like ly, ing, s etc) that allow for people to help overcome their writers block with a poem, story, song lyric or whatever. I think my set has been designed purely to write soft porn with, due to the presence of the following words: goddess, enormous, luscious, tounge, lick, breast, heave and moan. I'll get to writing that next time I'm bored I fear...
The Marsh Lagoon
Having a crappy day/week/year and then discover that one of my favourite CDs is more or less scratched beyond repair. And I was quite upset to discover this bevcause of who gave me the CD to begin with. I managed to buy the CD the day after writing this poem (I should point out that Justin actually paid for it), so it is all good again.
Don't stop
I need this music.
I love recalling
all that he showed me,
the few sweet gifts.
It was what I wanted
But blood rusts it's shine,
It has gone from me.
Play one last time,
Sing your frantic symphony.
I crave your repulsive beat.
If you heard the music, you'd understand my use of the word "repulsive."
I hate missing you
I wrote this over a week ago (18/10/04) after a phone call which left me in some doubt as to JB's feelings towards me. He does this fairly often (fool). And it does begin to upset me sometimes. I can't complain though, I'm a fair Ice Queen myself.
And then you are gone
And I sit
and I stare at this bare place.
It was not easy
To fall so heavily.
In the eternity I rust,
I dream of the next sweet moment.
I boil
I want you
I need you
to see you,
to smell you.
Watching you leave, I die
I love the beauty I have felt from you.
A thousand times good bye.
Don't Leave
Constructed Thursday (16/9/04) night because I was kinda sad about the whole Frank/Kiara breaking up thing and the prospect of not being able to say good bye to her. It's also about all the other people who have left me or are about to leave me and how much I miss them/will miss them when they are gone.
Next to the void,
The place you used to lie,
I dream.
I see those times we had,
The pictures flood my light head.
The road for us
Felt like it would go for an eternity
and I want to be with you,
Still driving
and soaring
and hearing your symphony.
I worship recalling your beauty,
Life is less sweet
Without you near.
And I moan from the sadness
Of watching you leave.
The sky fell black
and a shadow rose.
My bitter vision ripped and screamed
"Why is my friend gone?"
Thank You, An ode to Everyone
Made while talking to B on msn, 4th August 2004. Inspired by everyone who made my birthday (and all the celebrations that it involved) such a wonderful day(s). Also considered Dasha complaining about the lack of happy poems in the world a slight challenge...=)
Next to the void
I see my life soar by me.
All I have loved and lived
A symphony of moments,
Some sweet, some bitter.
I trudge over the elaborate flood of light
and watch as you, my friend,
dress my days with music.
Your delicate shine drives away any storm
and leaves me delirious at recalling your dream.
As the mist falls and the vision is shadowed
the picture beneath, the diamond-like beauty,
need never be gone from here.
Together girl, we will sing, we will play
and smear a spring garden on to
these black times.
Tame Honey
Made while being distracted from writing IBS prac report, 1st August 2004. Inspired by seeing the words luscious and thousand next to each other while breaking all the words apart. I had to cheat to a great extent to make the word "denying" it came from "drool," "enormous," "y" and "ing."
A thousand luscious moments
Beneath the delicate eternity of denying
his arm felt like only a whisper
of all that I wanted from him.
They watch and they
urge me to be
their dreams and ours
but I need to see that it's true
and I would have if only I could
read your language.
The bittersweet void shakes me yet
this girl did not get her honey that day.
It still aches
and he is gone
and she is sad.
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