I started a blog in Finnish o_O
(http://lamiena
Weirdness. Don't really like it. Yay for accidental rhyme.
Carry home fragile flowers of light
these ephemeral dreams you conjure
forgetting what forces there lay
Steps nearing the ancestral land
that glimmer weakens and finally dies
as everything turns to white sand
Even ancient legacies die with folly
last scion become the prodigal son
mere lord over wasteland plains
Edit: I figured out why I don't like this piece. It feels empty, devoid of emotion. It's just lines. The first two I'm fond of and will probably re-use later, but the rest? Meh.
Hee. We chatted a bit. At the lockers. About Ian and how he's more demanding than the other teachers, but in a positive way. Ramble ramble. Point is, we finally talked, however briefly. *is kinda sorta happy* :3
Kittehs! http://www.ust
I wants. ._.
*shares* http://rapidsh
If you like the album, please consider buying it. :3
http://www.ful
Hahaha. I have a gas mask xD
Thank you goes to [Chimes] for the prompt words of key, rainbow, presence, drift and anomaly.
Pull the treasure from your pocket
watch her spirit crumble with the walls
as what was kept under lock and key
shoots forward and never stops
In pained silence she will drift
strain for your presence or any sign
of the legendary rainbow bridge
but you with your mischievous smile
were always an anomaly to her
Damn Seagulls' new album arrived in the mail! *bounce bounce bounce* Along with the badge I ordered, plus a promotional sticker. Am contemplating sticking it on a piece of paper and putting it up at the uni. Probably will. Heee. I'm on the track to missing both of my lectures today (hooray for apathy days) but this makes me a little bit happier about things. :3
Still feel bad, mind you. *sigh* This wasn't supposed to happen anymore...
One hundred days among the seas
sailing towards the unknown
without sun, without warmth
only the wind and the rain
and a hope to move mountains
Tides turn and seasons fly
one thousand days among the seas
yet the stars still go unseen
and the gales grow ever stronger
muting all else
—and as for hope?
Gone, like my heart.
Yar. He just accepted my friendship request on Facebook today and now it's confirmed. He's married.
Oh well. Doesn't mean I can't still use him as eye candy. And I actually am interested in knowing him as a person. Humm.
Today's poem, then.
Childhood bane
source of shame
and so many doubts
tears even still unshed
yet somehow
nostalgia, I know
I love the sights, the lights
the highs and lows of Hyvinkää
Going home, leaving lappy here. See ya sometime on Sunday evening, probably.
edit: Couldn't stay entirely away after all :P On my mom's computer at the moment, though I'll be going off to watch some CSI and Grey's Anatomy very soon.
Red of heart, of soul, of hand
her reality is this impassioned act
this prison that she cannot stand
a glass shell that could not be cracked
Captive, shamed and on display
yet her fire-tipped wings burn
even as they begin to fray
and a bitter hatred, churn
All those lies have left her helpless
stranded, with shreds of dignity
hanging about in fragile threads
but she does not want their pity
Weakened yet still not broken
she'll smile till everything blurs
and tear his own heart wide open
as thanks for twisting hers
I just realised - even though I occasionally moan about the annoying sides to my job as a Daily Poem Boss, and how the position keeps me from submitting my own work, I'll probably not even take any trainees under my wing any time soon. I actually like being in charge, and, despite everything, I really do love the job. I'm afraid I'm a permanent fixture there. Perhaps time will change things, as it so often does. For now, though: I am the mistress. Har har har. It just means I'm going to have to figure out other ways to get people to read my poetry.
*wibble* You can listen to the whole album on MySpace now. Bwihihihihi. Lami's a happy kitten! And so pre-ordering it. Bweeeeeee.
Oh, yeah, I forgot to squeal (how bad of me!) but Damn Seagulls published another single from their new album. http://www.mys
Just a few days and the whole album is out! *bounce bounce*
Baa? <_<
Sink down with the wearied winter sun
another day’s toil complete — but at what price
Why don’t you simply break and run?
Out far in the horizon something shines
strive, yearn, hope and scream — it cannot be reached
darling, you must read between the lines
there’s no prince charming and never once was one
I'm writing too little nowadays. Solution: From now on, I'll attempt to write something daily, even if it's only a haiku. A bit like my April challenge from two years back (keep the doctor away!) but much more extensive. With any luck, I'll be writing every day for the rest of the year.
Having trouble deciding which piece to enter in the Dark Poetry Contest. Halp?
a. Follow the leader
b. Silenced stories
c. The silent muse
d. Winter lullaby
Personally, I'm inclined towards option a, but I'll take opinions gladly.
Loooollerskate
Patricio, you are lovely :D