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The Days
 Tuesday has always been the boring cousin, the one who you sit next to on Thanksgiving just because he doesn’t talk too loudly or attempt to start burping contests. Tuesday is the boring friend, the one you invite to your get-togethers not because of his skill in conversation, but because he has such well-assembled playlists. Tuesday is the one who always goes to work with his necktie in a perfect double Windsor knot, making everyone else in the office look kind of bad by association but not doing so consciously. Tuesday has won Employee of the Month twice, but not consecutively, and neither he nor anyone else ever brings it up in conv
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Spinning Blades
 Approximately half an hour's drive east of Bloomington, Illinois, is the village of Ellsworth, a zero-traffic-light town with a population of some two hundred eighty. Ellsworth's primary (and only) attraction is a pair of baseball fields, on which elementary school summer baseball leagues play, and which were the inspiration for the water tower, painted to resemble a giant, water-tower-shaped baseball. These baseball fields are situated in the "park," between a small conglomeration of playground equipment, the only business in town (Midwest Electronics, which supplies arcade-type machinery to the surrounding area), and a large open space. Of
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Love As An Adverb
Alone is an adverb, and it was all I knew until you. It started with a chai. I burned my tongue twice.... Twice is an adverb. And it had already begun, though I don't think I knew that you knew. Already is an adverb too. And it didn't take too long for me to realize that everything I thought I knew (about adverbs) was a lie. Hollowly, falsely rings the past, empty shells of hot air. Presently I realize fully, truly, and there are no more empty shells. And you know what, Forever is an adverb. It's also a noun, but just this once I think we can make an exception.
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Villanelle
O villanelle, you villain! What to do? You've drawn me in with loftiness, conceit. I've worked so long, so hard avoiding you. It seems like too much work, too much ado About some rhymes and five iambic feet. O villanelle, you villain, what to do About the cage you've stuffed my mind into? And furthermore, I'm sure I've lost the beat. I've worked so long, so hard. Avoiding you Has put me in a mood that's far too blue To worry how my poem's too concrete. O villanelle, you villain! What to do? And now no matter how I work, it's true, I cannot write a line that feels complete. I've worked so long, so hard avoiding you. Do you know
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We Are Us
We have no pretensions. We are us. I am not perfect. You are not perfect. But we, the us, We have perfection. We dare not pretend to be that which we are not. We are not inseparable. We are separate but united. We are individual, and We are unique. We are us. We are unyielding. We are adamant; We know we are not indestructible. We are permanent because We are flexible. We have no demands, so We have no worries. We are us. We understand more than We are expected to, and We understand the limitations We currently face. We will overcome them. We are us.
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Manifesto
I'm nothing to you, nobody of any importance from nowhere to worry about. I'm more sincerely nobody than even Emily Dickinson, of less importance than even an idle daydream, from a place that nobody worries about which shouldn't even have a name. And yet I know you. I understand the way you think, the way you feel, the why you think and feel. I understand your shortcomings, and I want you to know where you fall short I fall even shorter. I'll lie if I don't, so you'll always be better than me. I'll be your Atlas, and fuck Ayn Rand, I'll never shrug your worries or your responsibilities off, even though I'm still ca
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An Observation
i wanted to give the world a hug and then i realized i could
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More Truth About Twilight
  "Girl, I am hazardous. I am fully capacious of demolishing you. Excuse yourself from me. I think the bouquet of your sanguine fluid is entrancingly addictive, but I am dotty about you and so I will shun chomping you." Boy looked splenetic, but his ecru oculi sparked with entombed sentiment.  "But, Boy, the aroma of claret makes me feeble! I know! I'll stage an utterly melodramatic scene in which I seize the scent of cruor and then languish. That ugly boy will escort me to the nurse's agency, and then you will come and whisk me away in your shiny silver import car. It's a Swedish car, though, and you know how freaky those Scandinavians are
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Trial By Farce
The Wizard's trial has at last begun though somehow he refuses to believe that anyone would ever really shun the Man-Who-Doesn't-Know-How-To-Deceive. And so he's run away from his defense, and anyone who'd help prolong his reign, offending a more serious offense in new complacence and in acting vain. And so, esteeméd jury, cast your votes. Strike down the one who dares laugh in your face. And now at last he's made some final quotes, to try to salvage what's left of his case. Dear Wizard, if you still think you're a hero, I offer you this: fifty-nine to zero.
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The Days
 Tuesday has always been the boring cousin, the one who you sit next to on Thanksgiving just because he doesn’t talk too loudly or attempt to start burping contests. Tuesday is the boring friend, the one you invite to your get-togethers not because of his skill in conversation, but because he has such well-assembled playlists. Tuesday is the one who always goes to work with his necktie in a perfect double Windsor knot, making everyone else in the office look kind of bad by association but not doing so consciously. Tuesday has won Employee of the Month twice, but not consecutively, and neither he nor anyone else ever brings it up in conv
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Spinning Blades
 Approximately half an hour's drive east of Bloomington, Illinois, is the village of Ellsworth, a zero-traffic-light town with a population of some two hundred eighty. Ellsworth's primary (and only) attraction is a pair of baseball fields, on which elementary school summer baseball leagues play, and which were the inspiration for the water tower, painted to resemble a giant, water-tower-shaped baseball. These baseball fields are situated in the "park," between a small conglomeration of playground equipment, the only business in town (Midwest Electronics, which supplies arcade-type machinery to the surrounding area), and a large open space. Of
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Love As An Adverb
Alone is an adverb, and it was all I knew until you. It started with a chai. I burned my tongue twice.... Twice is an adverb. And it had already begun, though I don't think I knew that you knew. Already is an adverb too. And it didn't take too long for me to realize that everything I thought I knew (about adverbs) was a lie. Hollowly, falsely rings the past, empty shells of hot air. Presently I realize fully, truly, and there are no more empty shells. And you know what, Forever is an adverb. It's also a noun, but just this once I think we can make an exception.
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Villanelle
O villanelle, you villain! What to do? You've drawn me in with loftiness, conceit. I've worked so long, so hard avoiding you. It seems like too much work, too much ado About some rhymes and five iambic feet. O villanelle, you villain, what to do About the cage you've stuffed my mind into? And furthermore, I'm sure I've lost the beat. I've worked so long, so hard. Avoiding you Has put me in a mood that's far too blue To worry how my poem's too concrete. O villanelle, you villain! What to do? And now no matter how I work, it's true, I cannot write a line that feels complete. I've worked so long, so hard avoiding you. Do you know
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We Are Us
We have no pretensions. We are us. I am not perfect. You are not perfect. But we, the us, We have perfection. We dare not pretend to be that which we are not. We are not inseparable. We are separate but united. We are individual, and We are unique. We are us. We are unyielding. We are adamant; We know we are not indestructible. We are permanent because We are flexible. We have no demands, so We have no worries. We are us. We understand more than We are expected to, and We understand the limitations We currently face. We will overcome them. We are us.
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Manifesto
I'm nothing to you, nobody of any importance from nowhere to worry about. I'm more sincerely nobody than even Emily Dickinson, of less importance than even an idle daydream, from a place that nobody worries about which shouldn't even have a name. And yet I know you. I understand the way you think, the way you feel, the why you think and feel. I understand your shortcomings, and I want you to know where you fall short I fall even shorter. I'll lie if I don't, so you'll always be better than me. I'll be your Atlas, and fuck Ayn Rand, I'll never shrug your worries or your responsibilities off, even though I'm still ca
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Paper Bonds
Oh, what a world is this! Who are the judges who presume to make, Prepare useless punishments For carrying one's property (so what if it rings?) Or saying what one means Or not carrying a bonding blue paper? Paper bonds Paper bonds But guess what? Paper burns too.
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On a Portrait of U.S. Grant
He frowns. His eyes reflect a deeper sadness, A fatigue. He looks older than he is. This man's seen trouble, Felt it, And still lives, Though all the worse for wear.
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jealousy
sky-loft filled with sunshine and stars that frozen moment between night and day before the naked sun grows jealous of brightly clad stars and he ascends donning golden robes of praise in which no one can touch him but he can scorn all at the height of his jealousy he realizes he's wrong and switches to robes of white repentance down he sinks fading until in his grief he bleeds cold red comfort and finally settles in the cold recesses of that other world the horizon-world and the resplendent stars resurface...
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Que Sera Sera
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The Storyteller
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How to play Portal
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Whorcies
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Once Upon A Time
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Give 'Em Hell
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Destroy This Poem
Destroy This Poem To the person grading this poem To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor: Stop it. Don’t Patronize me. I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil Shaping it into a masterpiece. I didn’t paint it onto the ceiling of some church, Going blind from the pain and the stress. I didn’t even turn this in on time. And while I’m writing this in my fifth-period economy class, You can bet I’m not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima. No, I’m concerned with how much water is left in my water bott
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Thoughts on Future Greatness
Thoughts on Future Greatness Tonight, you are dreading the inevitability of morning, of waking up (if you wake up) to a blunt consciousness hurled towards frenzied repetition and the dull wet thud of failure as you slop yourself out of the desk and into the office parking lot. You are sick, and it's too late for sleep. You know that you will wake up (if you wake up, god help you) to the churning in your stomach and the static noise of rain in your hollow head, like paint spatters thrown into the wind, forming unforeseen pools that drip with the weight of wasted heartbeats. And so you will write on this night your greatest novel. It will
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Canvassing
 Good morning, my buzzing killjoy. I’m really glad you woke me up this morning, because I was definitely not having that dream where I become a rock star and have twenty fans mobbing me all at once. Yes, thank you for waking me up. It’s a decidedly gray day already, wonderful. And to think I was going to forgo packing the umbrella today. Oh well, looks like I’ll have to get drenched instead. Darn. And Senator Marshall’s at my window, smiling and waving. Perfect. Wait a minute, what in blazes…? …I’m in my nightgown! I run to the window and yank the shade down so hard it pulls off the rod. And now Se
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News from Nowhere
1. After five-plus years, I have finally quit the job that made me feel like a talentless, worthless waste. (My boss even went so far as to tell me no one else would hire me. For the entire two weeks of notice.) Less than two months later, I have a new job, though a much more physically demanding one. I will say that my work environment has gone from awkward tension to busy but respectful. I still feel a bit of stress over the fact that it does not have set hours (which is why I've applied to other jobs), but overall I am much happier. 2. I will eventually post the two Bradbury-inspired pieces that I have written. My only problem is that eve
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Inspiration, from sorrow
I apologize for having been lax in uploading new material. The fact is, I have been receiving almost a nonstop stream of inspiration for new and current long-form writing projects. Most of it, anyway. I do have a really fantastic creative nonfiction piece that I really need to get up here, because it's amazing. The title is "When Poetry Is Not Enough," so I'm trying to come up with a poem to go with it. This, strangely, is considerably harder than the creative nonfiction, which has always been a bit of an Achilles heel for me. If I can't get it perfect, I'll put up just the CNF. It's a tribute to the writer who has had the most influence on
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Back to classes
I type this between assignments. Theoretically, during an assignment, as I have not yet completed my 100-word monologue for my playwriting class. So not much has gone on. Didn't win the Muse Award of Merit (again). There will be a crazy amount of stress this semester just because of the insane amount of stuff I have to do. I have to see seven or so plays for my playwriting class (oh, twist my arm), as well as work on my senior seminar and advanced poetry writing portfolios. And journal about just about everything in all of my classes. This semester will be insanely busy. I am pushing myself to get all As this semester, and this looks to be
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Thank you! :) I'll read it right away.
:boogie: Just going through your stats, and I love every single one of your favorite bands/musicians. I've actually seen Evanescence live, and they were amazing. And Stardust! And Neil Gaiman and Victor Hugo!

You have good taste.
Thank you! I'd have to say that you do too, then. ;)
Thank you for the :+fav:! And your writings are lovely.
You're welcome- it was well deserved!

And thank you very much.