Mirror Me Stein

Hold Down, hold down - the villainous Vaunt is coming
Tear through, tear through, we have all been coming.
Hide behind the pale green leaf. Burrow into a borrowed body.
Be still and still be seen.
A split soul is often the easiest to trap.

No one can be both, the princess and the pauper.

So, I kind of don't like it... but I promised myself I would write a small poem that made no sense at least 5 times a week for the next month to get back into the practice of writing for fun. Just something short that shouldn't take me more than five minutes. I haven't written for fun in so long... I don't think I have finished something over 4000 words in the last three years that wasn't for school, and that my friends (or just me as it has it here in DW land), is just sad.

Anyway, this is Poem #2 out of 20 of the "Just Do It" exercise.

Why Lie

Play down tulips, ply out their wings.
And time and time and time and time and time.
Time pours out red. Add red and stir.
The velvet casket lies for Daisy; and
Daisy digs in the disco dance.

Yellow shortening and whispering legs.
Eyes that breathe nothing.

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Yeah, still don't like it. Perhaps tomorrows entry will be better. Tomorrow's entry also will not have a flower in it, three = a pattern.

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Edit: Maybe add a line?

Why Lie

Play down tulips, ply out their wings.
And time and time and time and time and time.
Time pours out red. Add red and stir.
The easy bake oven was a mess from the start.
The velvet casket lies for Daisy; and
Daisy digs in the disco dance.

Yellow shortening and whispering legs.
Eyes that breathe nothing.

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Edit: I swear I am going to work today...

Why Lie

Play down tulips, ply out their wings.
And time add time and time add time add time.
Time pours out red. Add red and stir.
The easy bake oven was a mess from the start.
The velvet casket lies for Daisy; and
Daisy digs in the disco dance.

Yellow shortening and whispering legs.
Eyes breed nothing.


Thoughts: Also, I think this might be about my sister. She's a dancer and I was thinking about her earlier. Maybe...

V.3 is my fav one so far...

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... )