May. 4th, 2009

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This is a angsty poem. I'm exhausted, I have been up for three days with term papers and I still have three days more and two assignments left. After that, I graduate and I'll have my Masters degree. I cannot wait for Saturday.

Anyway, this poem is very structured, more so than my normal writing. I think its a result of all the research papers.

I have a secret

When I tear you down it won't be for your insides... )

Talk.

May. 4th, 2009 02:53 pm
mirrormestein: (Pink Eye)
Talk.
The tented torrents cry to lily eyes.
Waste in mass, and few, and far between -
in fear, folly, forgotteness.
She tasted of cherry blossoms.

EDIT: or maybe...

Talk.
Tented torrents cry to lily eyes.
Waste in mass, and few, and far between -
in fear, folly, forgotteness.
(like sorb-apples?)
She tasted of cherry blossoms.

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Hmmm... I don't know. I don't think she reminds me of the sorb-apples poem. Although I do like connecting the waste portion to "medlars" and "delicious rotteness." Though I don't know if I like connecting her to those things. Maybe I'll just make them V.1 and V.2?

TBD.

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