crossposted to redplasticglass [21 Dec 2004|11:33pm] Title: I've asked many people this question in the past: ( Why bother staying if they don't care whether you're there or not? ) 2 |storm the palace

school poetry contest [09 Nov 2004|08:46pm] my school has a poetry contest-with-publication and small prize money... and I was thinking of submitting a series of poems. Though.. I don't often write poetry so I was wondering if it was worth the try? i still have to go dig up the rules, but until then, what are the thoughts on what I've written and posted so far in general? 1 |storm the palace

here's an old and unnamed poem I dug up. i'm so sleepy, but i can't allow myself to sleep. [31 Oct 2004|09:49pm] i can no longer read you your words have become meaningless        in a completely weighted sense    do not expect clarity if reciprocation is not within the foreseeable future ----------------------------------------------------------- [edit] Actually... now that I reread it, I almost think that the first line is all I really need to get the point across. The rest seems extraneous. Of course, a single line poem would be difficult to pass off without a lot of other poems around it of larger length. hrm |storm the palace

On the Rise Against Gravity (2) [31 Aug 2004|09:24am] sit in the dark seeing colors as straight boys speak of fisting and blond girls egg them on stomach clenches in protest 2 parts mentrual 3 parts disgust try not to simply stand and run the teacher has yet to arrive 1 |storm the palace

a few older poems [29 Aug 2004|12:42pm] jam artist is stream of concious in the mind's need to speak what the mouth refuses to say And in this moment there is truely an asphyxiation point between the me that is within you and the you that I want to see and the things we don't want to know about but do so pretend we shall and smile brightly while saying through that second mouth back of our head where mother keeps her eyes "You suck much. But I'll still say I know you." ........... Dude Club addict to dancing and high fashion in dark corners of dark places where I dream of sounds and feel the rhythm of pounding beats to sneakered feet on the squeaking waxed floors as we rush and scream and demand to win that final moment as ball-through-hoop gives its exultant swish of recognition in their eyes and that spark of intelligence that fades to nothing in class as they realize... I actually like chemistry. ........... unnamed poem each breath takes to a different plane the thought that what you want from me is nothing like uncooked spam or the pink meat of your shower fresh flesh in delirious bliss of my mental imaginings unsatisfied either way we both drink the morning silently ........... when night owls stay up too long I spend an afternoon Watching you from behind Realizing as you turn That I don't recognize you Under the glare of sunlight For the first time Twilight shadow is far kinder And as your lip curls With polite distaste I know I'm not much better |storm the palace

On the Rise Against Gravity (1) [27 Aug 2004|10:34pm] I was happy once For a single brilliant day You tell me it's you I lie, I lie, I lie Don't smile at me anymore 3 |storm the palace

haiku attempt [08 Aug 2004|06:35pm] a glass heart in hand orange clouds appear fake over steal girders 2 |storm the palace

so I'm not sure how to approach this [11 Jul 2004|07:26pm] So, I've decided on a short story to get my writing juices flowing. Well, two somethings-- one for a sort of fantastical setting and one for a modern day contemporary setting. The one I have issues wth is a story essentially based on some rp I've done. Pretty straight forward at first-- but the problem comes in when I throw in the twist part of the story. What I have is two worlds. Two narratives. And in each world, are the same main characters. Except that when the character in one world sleeps, he's dreaming of the other world-- where he's awake. I'm not exactly sure if I should play with italics here... or perhaps actually have them run as a sort of zigzag pattern across the page? Back and forth, back and forth between narrative blocs? Or just have the two narratives in two seperate colors? 3 |storm the palace

poem from a word: velcro (spur of the moment poetry) [05 Jul 2004|06:43pm] your tongue like new velcro torn apart leaves little hairs trapped in your teeth and me feeling forever mussed neither of us content ------ I don't often write poetry. So any comments, suggestions.... |storm the palace

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