subjectless? oh really.

[spiderpig]

Baaaaaah. It's rubbish when people tell me that I write well and that my poems are 'wow so good write more plskthx'.

YOU ALL ARE GOING TO HAVE LONG WOODEN NOSES WITH A NICE LEAF AT THE END, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

on running

sweat. sweat. sweat.
plod, plod, plod.
i'm going to bet
that I'm -- OH MY GOD.

I just collasped, fell
into the tarmac well
of redredred ouch! it's beginning to swell.
can you hear me scream and yell?

the blood is melting into the
ground, i see the angel, her
face is glowing like from the sun's center.
and i cease to exist here.


more functional rhyming now. I shall try my hand at rhyming couplets and iambic pentameters next time. And prose. I haven't written decent prose in over a year. It's always essays essays and more essays. What happened to my once-forte of penning down scenes of worlds that did not exist? I shall do that sometime. I want to delve into different writing styles. Amy Tan, Haruki Murakami, Clancy, Bronte (God forbid!), Orwell, Wynne Jones... I miss writing (rather) senseless stories about anything and everything.

Eileen made an interesting note that my pencil box and waterbottle are both red and black. My mobilephone wallpaper is red and black. My bra is red and black WTF. MY FAVOURITE COLOUR IS GREEN. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. That's it. I'm going on a green binge this weekend. I do not have enough green things to bring to school! Oh the blasphemy.

Now it's off to have hot sex with my History outline. Mmm.

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You wound me! :p