m i s k y a

In the snow-capped fields
of a desert long forgotten
I leaned against a strange oak tree
and watched my memories bleed inside

 

I felt the green/grey earth
shift with intent
Endearment bubbled in the springs
gleefully hypnotizing me

The mists of rain
splashed
but fell through my fingertips
and to think I wondered why
metaphors
all seemed just so far away

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Sunday, March 16, 2003

I've decided to change sites cuz I wanted to have my own frame layout. Wanted to change to pitas.com except that the whole 3-frames template html nearly drove me nuts, and I don't have the time to sit down and figure it out and experiment just yet. Despite it being the holidays, I do have lots of work to do still. So, I did it the old fashioned, non-template way. Haha. Ah well. That's all. Goodbye.

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Sunday, March 09, 2003

My Favourite Thing
<by silverchair>

Got my fever down, then weighed it up
  and I know the
sounds remaining won't strain all the silt from
  my eyes
Bleach the green from the pastures,
  feast on the grey
of the night, straight from the vines refusal to shine

You're my favourite thing - the one that I love
You're the one so I'd die for your love

Blind the deafened moon, stimulate the tombs
  of angels
I'll open my heart won't fall apart
Don't fall apart
You're my favourite thing
And I feel like letting go...

I like this song. I like all of silverchair's songs. Daniel Johns can write. But what struck me about this was that I had written a poem long long ago that was based along the same themes as this.


The most important thing I've learnt this quarter is that I have to hide what I'm thinking, because if the normies find out about it, they'll send me right back to the bughouse, and I'm not ready to go there yet.

I'm very tired now, but soon - very, very soon - I'll sleep, and when I sleep, my dreams will be all right, and nothing will ever go wrong again

- Excerpt from "Regina's Song" by David & Leigh Eddings p224


Saturday, March 01, 2003

Saturday 1 March 2003 11:41am

Hello. It's me.

Thinking of submitting a poem of mine for the "Beyond the box" competition. Could you all please do me a favour? I can't decide which poem to submit, namely because
xThey are crappy
xThey are all so short and have no rhythm whatsoever
xThey sound so contrived
So could you all please vote for 3 or something like that? Then, tell me which ones you've voted for by messaging me/emailing me/telling me in school/commenting/something like that. Sorry for bothering all of you. But, you know what? If you think they're horrible anyway and then there's absolutely no standard there, then just tell me plainly. Thank you.

Blog date Poem name
23 Feb 2003 Cosine Curve
Forgetting tomorrow
 
11 Feb 2003 Heart
 
4 Jan 2003 Recondite
 
10 Jan 2003 -no title- actually, I think it's got a title in my book, but I can't seem to locate it...
 
From the header you see up there Folie à deux

 

 


Sunday, February 23, 2003

prince.
You are the little prince.

Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz.
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Personally, I'd have absolutely no idea what this whole quiz is about. What is Saint Exupery's "The Little Prince"? Anyone care to enlighten me, please?



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