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The lost ballad securely fastened
In one of the cracks running through me
Is the song of the haunted plains–
The dark fallowed frontier.
Lonely harmonica whispers may echo, but
This dusted stain doesn’t come from the open road.
I’ve wandered no prairie in isolated silence,
Heard no mournful fiddle highlight my exhilaration or fear.

It’s strange that what you don’t own gets lodged in you eyes–
Stuck in the sockets like a prism stabbing,
Making the colors swirl.
All the powder settled on your back is
A ray of light you can’t shake off.

If I were up the creek
Or down on my luck,
If I knew pain or made injustice’s acquaintance,
I think I would wear this mythology,
Coat my insides with it–
If I were one of the huddles masses, I think
I would pour the dirt down my throat
And try to drink America.
But my pores breathe in memories
That got lost in the western sun.
 
 
15 August 2007 @ 10:22 pm
YUKO IS TEH SEX YO (a poem)Collapse )
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Oh, lj-spellcheck had a field day with this one...Why am I STILL SO HYPER??????????
 
 
Death Death DeathCollapse )

Lately I can only write poem scraps. Sorry everyone.
 
 
13 August 2007 @ 11:11 pm
I guess you could argue that as life is really only defined by it's impermanence, which is a result of death, and life, being life, is the subject of every piece of art we create, everything we write is therefore about death to some extent. But just because you *could* argue that doesn't mean I'm going to. Honestly, I just jotted something down two seconds ago and wanted to toss it up here, so that when I do get around to Leslie's death prompt it won't be The Story of the Late Lazystyle, May it Rest in Peace.

Romance AttackCollapse )
 
 
 
29 May 2007 @ 09:11 pm
TWO POEMS! So yeah. It's in French.  Have Yukimi translate what it says, an online translator, or assume the meaning yourselves. :33 English just didn't seem to fit with what I was trying to write, so here it is:

(Oh, and I got bored, so I tried to do some kinda picture that fit the whole thing.

Wrote it while listening to a variety of songs.



EDIT:
So apparently, I just translated this into English for Haname, and it really really really really is quite emo-ish. DDD:

Sooo... I guess it's just fair warning to put this little warning up here:

warning: following cut has chikiru-infected emo-ness. approach with caution and no sharp objects.






FIN.


 
 
Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Utakata - Kagrra (Freakin' yukimi) (=A=)....
 
 
17 May 2007 @ 09:19 am
I actually have something written for my memory prompt. Kinda incomplete, but that's okay, you guys don't need to know what's going on. Does anyone want to post a new prompt though?
 
 
 
02 January 2007 @ 10:56 pm
I am two days late with an incredibly cracky piece of nonsensical writing that really should be edited some more. And because I ran out of steam and creativity to deal with 5 people, I minus one and broke more rules. Beware the crack and the completely-unaccurate characterization. This is way off the original prompt but not really the excuse for writing in which we like to call '5 things meme' so here it is:

4 historical, literary, or other disreputable persons you would invite for brunchCollapse )
 
 
02 January 2007 @ 05:58 pm
Yo yo yo, peeps. Tis a new year, and time to kick this thing into gear, if you ask me. Yes, we're tired. Yes, we have finals to look forward to. Yes, only two of us actually managed to post *ahem* even though we had a two-week break last month. Too bad I say. Suck it up.

This month's assignment has to do with memories. I don't know if this counts as my turn or Yuko's, but whatever.

Prompt:

Write a short narrative piece in which unsure or disrupted memories create significant impetus or conflict within the plot. Then please, please, for the love of GOD, post it up here. Let us not let the dream die.

Emily out.