Woohoo By next week I'll be officially a bum
Hopefully I can get some writing done on that time, I'm still on page 30 of the book I should have been done with about 6 months ago:/ Then I'm thinking of themes for my next short story, and I'm set on either an altering of the Arabian Nights stories, the Sun Wukong myth, or a Victorian Era horror story..hmmmm In other news I saw the musical Spamalot which was very good, and I recommend it.
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Idun's BlossomThe innocuously whimsical lovers embraced Hidden in their quixotically halcyon realm Far away from the pugnacious nationalists With their thousand different tongues And their thousand different faiths Their minatory alacrity to tear each others flesh Bleeding profusely over a minute detail of theology But the whimsical lovers embraced tighter still Fully embracing this transient moment known as life The brilliant blossom of Idun’s spring As the sirens of Hiroshima came once again And their flesh was singed off by the blast But their whimsical souls embraced even tighIdun's Blossom
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RagThe tattered rag covered my unfulfilled void of a heart The overwhelming emptiness leaving me desolated Not a star shinned in the all encompassing sky As the quintessential tears of my proverbial lose descendedRag
Through stoic eyes I gazed at the callous world Watching it go through the capricious vicissitudes of this age The archaic time of mirth and glee forever lost To our yearnings of hedonistic lust
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The Dark Prince of AvariceThe dark prince of Avarice awoke from his deep slumber He gazed upon the superfluous baroque styling of his palace Searching the gloriously empty passageways with a deep longing His vision shot past the frivolous luxuries of his former life In near despair he searched for the one thing he coveted The quintessential completion of his proverbial soulThe Dark Prince of Avarice
He searched for her, his Veela of perpetual adoration But he was all alone in his superfluous palace With only his memories of a thousand wrongs to haunt him
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The LostArchaic memories of long lost childhoods Littered across the deserted alley Children playing with odd looking contraptionsThe Lost
Toys of long forgotten shows once held dear To their once young hearts now turned cold The children of ages past rejoicing in paramount glee Where now they are bloodied and dulled Where the sky burns with an intense ferocity The callous rays burning their fragile skin
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FinishedSometimes at night, I cry for you I long for your voice And I hug the pillows instead of youFinished
Sometimes at night, I wish for you I pray you'll change your mind And come back to me
Sometimes at night, I remember I keep those memories in my grasp And never let them go
But sometimes at night, I know I know that in the end, you love yourself more than me And that could never work
Most importantly, sometimes I hate myself I can't stand the way I still wait for you And I know that it will take forever to regain my balance
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