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I'll play. I wrote this a while ago and definitley fits into the category of overwrought. Too long? is that what 'the word limn' is for?


Edit: didn't survive the snappy test

I LOVE this, Misha! :D

Okay, I'll play... Imma dig around to see if I can find something I've written that I don't mind sharing here.

Gail wrote: "I'll play. I wrote this a while ago and definitley fits into the category of overwrought. Too long? is that what 'the word limn' is for?



Memories Rooms

*snap* *snap*


Heartache.

*snap*

*snap, snap, snap, snap*

Good gravy you have made me smile an awful lot today, Misha!

*snap*

Misha wrote: "One more from my journal, still circa 2008 (it was a phase):

"Sometimes when I close my eyes"

Sometimes when I close my eyes
I can see the universe turn
A field of stars slowly spinning on an axi..."

I've seen far worse, most guilty people: tumblr girls, hipsters, goths

typo :(

true

A sample of bad poetry from my hand (it rhymes!):

I love
the sun
the heat
and eating meat

I also found a poem which limns the sensation a running nose can cause. You know, when the watery snot slowly makes its way from your nose down to your mouth and it itches like a motherfucker and you never knew your nose and your mouth were so far away from each other. I won't subject you to that one.

More gems from me (originally in Dutch, but these are easy to translate):

Frog meets prince
Prince steps on frog
Frog curses prince
Prince becomes frog

Frog meets prince
Prince calls his sister
Princess kisses frog
Frog transforms
They live happily ever after

Frog meets prince
Prince doesn't see frog
Frog dies crying

Frog meets prince
Prince loves reading Max Velthuis
Prince gifts frog a scarf
Frog survives cold
(view spoiler)[Max Velthuis wrote a book about frog in the winter. Frogs aren't supposed to be out in the cold so while his friends enjoyed the snow, frog was misserable and cold. Until one of his friends gave him a scarf and he was no longer cold. (hide spoiler)]

Frog meets prince
Prince kisses frog
Frog says: gross!

Frog meets prince
Prince kisses Snow White
Frog dies crying

Frog meets prince
Prince gives phone number to frog
Frog doesn't have a phone
Prince dies crying

Frog meets prince
Prince kisses frog
Frog is poisonous
Prince dies

*SNAP* *SNAP*

OH!!! I wrote a poem about bologna once. Let me see if I can dig that one up. :)

Found it.

midnight snack: an ode to bologna

round and slippery, heaven s©ent

i woke up last night and snuck out of the tent

i’m surprised the bears didn’t find you before i did

still... i peeled away and brought you back to bed

i start at the red casing and slowly work inward

all the time trying to ignore that you’re icky innards

oscar meyer jingle stuck in my sleepy little head

next thing i know, i was craving some bread!

my goal was a piece of you

sandwiched between slice one and slice two

but finding the car keys was just too much trouble

so i side-fisted the air and kicked at the rubble

bread locked in the trunk

left me in a funk

so i started back to bed

without my sandwiched bologna and bread

alas! what’s this i see?

a can of pringles just calling for me!

so i got an idea and tapped at my belly

that can was just the thing to make everything swell(y)

i pulled out two chips and pulled off some bologna

and that’s how my meat became not-so-lonely

My bologna has a first name...

Just wait until I find some of my old stuff and then the fun can really begin.

It will be hard to top "Frog meets Prince."

I think the one to beat is #18.

Thank you! In my defence, I was not under the influence of any substances - legal or otherwise - while writing those.

What happened?

I deleted the short story. It's all been poems so far. Plus, the short story is sweet and not in the least cheesy, so I wasn't up to a critical review on it, really.

I did like the short story. I think there are no real rules for The Tricky Little Booj publication. I also like midnight snack: an ode to bologna. The first stanza of frog meets prince I dig, as well.

*snaps all around*

I may post it again some other time down the road when I'm ready to do it, but for now it shall remain deleted from this discussion.

I thought the short story was sweet.

Okay folks. I went into the basement for this crap from my wonder years. *Warning, I am writing these true to their original context. No fixing nothing. :)



Save The Animals

A crime has been committed
Another murder has been submitted
An innocent life has been ended
A cry for help has been sended (oh yes I wrote that - cringe)
Stop these foolish people who are destroying lives
Before a serious problem arrives
Before a species count gets smaller
Before my worries grow even taller
Nobody understands what could happen if the killing
of animals gets out of hand
What would we do if we were the only ones on this land
The more unnessary killings we make
Is a step closer to killing ourselves that we take.




*This one was published in an Anthology that I believe you had to buy. Hmmm.

The Gray of Dawn

I was reaching for you last night
Wanting to hold you near
but my arms were empty
Telling me something I didn't want to hear.

I called for you last night
Hoping that you would return my plea
Saying you had been wrong
and you really did need me.

I cried myself to sleep last night
When my dreams stopped coming true
And I finally realized
That, never again, would I have you.

I woke up from last night
Knowing that you were gone
And for the first time in my life
I saw the gray of dawn.



*This one was for an English class in high school, the assignment was to write a poem like The Red Wheelbarrow.

so much depends upon
the peeling wallpaper on the wall
making mother fret
that cold will soon reach us all

as the dusty edges begin to crinkle
turning to a dull brown
staring down at us defiantly
knowing our calloused hands will never tear it down

though, I depise that piece of paper
so tattered and so worn
reminding me of my poverty
but never, by my hands, will it be torn

somehow, it also gives a feeling of hope
staying there on that wall
that if we cling on to all we have
we just might not fall


*I wrote a few inspirational poems for my cross country team. Here is one:

Anything can be done
Anything can be achieved
Anything can be anything
As long as you believe
That anything is worth the cost
Of the chance of pain or defeat
And anything can come true
Chance is not a one way street.



Smoke

A man, so lonely.
A day, so bleak.
A bar, still open.
His legs, so weak.
He sits on a stool
and orders another drink.
He looks at the payphone.
He doesn't want to think.
He takes a drag
and exhales the smoke.
How long has it been
since they last spoke?



I sort of like the last three. Not as bad as I remember them being, anyways.

Totally digging on Smoke...

The Gray of Dawn reads like lyrics. All it needs is a chorus to tie it together and some catchy music.

*snap*

Something like: Why did you leave me, oh why did you goooooooo. You are my looooooovvveee, now I am too broken to knooooooooooowwwwwww.

::air guitars::

::snaps for innocent animals::

Hey, I even found that one in my old Save The Earth folder!

*snaps for everything*

To go with janine's balogna:

"Ode to a Cucumber Sandwich"

Mondays please me not,
but on Sundays,
as I savor the last moments
of the wild and savage weekend,
I tame it.

My good knife slices
chewy but crusty ciabatta.
A blunter knife slathers
cream cheese.
Dill and pepper
fall like green and black snow.

A sharp knife falls
to razor the cucumber
into translucency,
and my weekend flees
as lunch
is packed.

*snap* *snap*

I am craving a cucumber sandwich now!

I just finished making cucumber sandwiches.

The serendipity boggles!

Boggles! It is alive today.

*snap* *snap*

It's Heidi's bologna though.

*snaps*

I'm hungry now. So much food in this thread.

Oh dear...do I have to troll through old journals now?