Wow, it's been awhile. But I'm still alive, and kicking (alot of kicking) lol. I haven't been sitting around though. I've written two poems, and am working on something else. Last year of High school, thank goodness, though I will miss the boring classes, and the stupid teachers, . . and of course my friends. Guess I should live and enjoy one day at a time. Well I should fill in the missing time. My dog, Dolly had six puppies. Halloween 2:41 AM. They haven't opened their eyes yet, but I have made the mistake of getting attached to them. BUT THEy're SOOOO CUTE. I've named them. Polly, Molly, Colly, Holly, Olly, and Bobby. I know sad and yet strange. I'll try to post a picture of them soon, before they're too big for their carrier. And just last month I went with my friends to Texas for Oni-con. It was tons of fun and I got myself a corset. And well this Thanksgiving, my mother has decided that I'm cooking. yeah *sigh* Don't ask me what she's thinking. I just hope I can make something. But also I've been planning for Christmas, b/c money is tight, more so than usual, but I'll manage. Well that's about it, beside the small annoing details. So on to my newest poems. (No titles)
I am a lustful beast
I see not the simple perfections
Of my little life,
Or the concert love
That is my leash.
All I know are my dreams
Beautiful things of
Silk and seduction,
Discrete actions of
False love, and fertility
My days are consumed
With temptations of
Fiery deceit, and
Momentary fulfillment.
But this is all I have
When I am abandoned
My Sweet temptations,
My Dreams. . .
For I am a lustful beast.
I am not a writer
A poet of sweet truths
Of unpleasant reality.
I do not use a pen
To spin my weave of wordry
On a baton of paper.
My words are digital
Pixilated and RAMed.
They mean more to me
Than any ink on wood,
And are just as understood.
I am not a writer,
I am a typer.
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