Friday, 16 May 2014
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
Poetry of the Day
Take me to school, I'll study like an A student in the room of your life.
I'll tell you every lesson I've learned, and you can fan the flames.
Give me a free lesson, mister I'll give you my time.
I'll tell you every lesson I've learned, and you can fan the flames.
Give me a free lesson, mister I'll give you my time.
Saturday, 10 May 2014
Poetry of the Day
Win, win, win, loose, loose.
Running around some stranger's apartment, pretending we know each other enough to make this okay.
He blocks my exit with his attitude.
Is Saturday the night to stay?
If awards were handed out for proper posture, I'd be the golden goose.
What look is the final blessing?
Running around some stranger's apartment, pretending we know each other enough to make this okay.
He blocks my exit with his attitude.
Is Saturday the night to stay?
If awards were handed out for proper posture, I'd be the golden goose.
What look is the final blessing?
Wednesday, 7 May 2014
Poetry of the Day
The lights are dimmed, the candle wax pools on his bedside
table.
Those three sacred words escape his lips, and I sigh. I exhaust those
three sentimental words for everything, I think. I say I love my friends, I say
I love my mother, I say I love his hair, I say I love the colour green. I obliterate
meaning in its repetition.
So instead I replace the sentiment with the truth. “I
want you.” And it seems, from his reaction, that he can’t tell the difference. Or,
worse, or maybe better, that to him it doesn’t matter.
Friday, 14 February 2014
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