Wow, it's been a hell of a long time since I posted anything other than responses to others' posts. Shows how interesting I think my own life is, eh?
If anyone really cared, (I wouldn't) things go as they have for a while now, nothing very exciting. I've studied up a lot more on the ethical theories of Aristotle and Buddhism, and on modern lifespan developmental psychology. Fun stuff. I've made great headway in my job at the Writing Center: One of the Lead Tutors mentioned (half-jokingly, of course, but still) that they should change the policy of only allowing grad students into the position of Lead Tutor for me. UUUNNNGGH.
Anyway. On to (hopefully) more interesting things. I have written more poetry! It follows. If you didn't know I posted poetry before, I posted some a long time ago, I think on my very first post actually (being that narcissistic). Anyway, here they are: most of them are pretty much unfinished, and shitty, but enjoy nonetheless.
Writer’s Block
Aw shit I cannot think of what to write
And if I write, a piece of shit will come:
Some crap I’d never want to bring to light
The likes of which would make one say, “It’s dumb,
A piece of shit, a terribad and gross
Assumption that a fool could even try
Attempting anything I would not toss…”
Oh what the fuck, that didn’t rhyme! I’ll cry
And scream before this slanted crap is written,
And don’t forget a messed up meter,
Trochees that never get the ladies smitten
With fools who penned them like sad Peter.
Oh. Wait a tick. This isn’t all that bad.
The poem’s done! I guess I should be glad.
Convalescence
I walked from bright sunlight into the stillness,
Staleness, silence, hanging in the air where,
Overwhelmed by sights of a thousand lifetimes
A cacophony of emotions screamed within me, without me
The strangest mix of unknown dread and happiness
Of sublime fear and love untold was felt
The pallid, sunken faces of the abandoned looked up at me
Those who are given the utmost care stared
A dog approached, pacing the halls
Known by all – he is lord and master of this place
His lion’s mane shifted with a regal air
As he surveyed his kingdom of peace and love
Of death and order
He is not long for this world, nor are his subjects
They have lived life most lively, seen terrors most terrible
They have known much, and have much to tell
They’ve had enough. They are done.
These people will die in heaven, rather than live in hell.
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This strange, unknown sound…
What is it? Where is it? Why do I hear it?
I cannot know: it drones behind closed doors,
Pours from some unknown source
Amidst a cacophony of cackling people’s
Unconscious chatter on unknown subjects.
I try, I try, I try to hear! I try to know!
I fail. It drones on. It makes me sick.
Its inexplicability rises in my gullet,
Swims in my head, filling it to bursting,
Making it pulse; I want to hurl upward, outward
This strange, unknown sound…
The Tree
A great tree lies in the center of a courtyard.
There, the stillness is infinite.
The silence is omnipresent, the serenity absolute.
Nothing will stir, nothing will make a sound.
One’s voice is taken away in the full, empty air.
It is ultimate order.
It is chaos all-consuming.
No birds chirp, no frogs call out,
No people scream in terror, anger, ecstasy,
Madness like this devouring stillness
That eats up all movement, all sound,
All chaos, all life consumed by
The outstretched boughs of this saintly monument to
Order.
The Wind and the Rain
I see my birth in the morning,
With beloved family beside,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain
I see my wonder at the dark,
With strange sounds filling fantasy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain
I see comfort through my sad times,
With gentle breeze and soothing pour,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain
I see solace in the chaos,
With quiet whistling through the leaves,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain
I see my death in the evening,
With beloved family beside,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain
Forums!
Oh how wonderful to be a forum troll!
I must admit it seems rather droll
To be spouting obscenities in angry, angry caps
To people half your age reading porn in their laps!
Oh how wonderful it must be to lurk!
To hide from sight, be you saint or jerk!
You have a lot of interest, and maybe many opinions
But unfortunately you fear the admin’s minions.
Oh how wonderful to be a forum flamer!
To never settle for anything that’s tamer!
Over any disagreement, you’re sure to stir up shit!
You’ll bring Nazis into arguments just for the sake of it!
On so many forums, I’ve taken every role
All these forum posts are certainly taking their toll
Where my soul once was there’s now a gaping, empty hole
Oh how wonderful to be a forum troll!
The Ghoul
You see me still, yet you know me not!
I am no longer cast in with your living lot!
As you can see, the flames took their toll
It was the crone who did claim my soul
It was she who gave me renewed unlife
All that she asked was that I cause strife!
The only catch is to be consumed by fire,
Forever ablaze with what engenders my ire.
I am her soldier, her ghoul: Don’t cross her path!
Or I’ll burn out your eyes with my fiery wrath!
Hatred and anguish would fuel the deed…
To all who would listen, to this lesson, take heed:
No wealth, no power, no trappings of state
Could ever give worth to this sorry fate.
Let go of your passions, your hatreds, your zest
Let ashes go to ashes, take your deserved rest!
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My poems are so dreary, dreadful, and dire
They inspire me not to laugh, but to woefully weep,
To sleep, perchance to dream of the dead
And other dreadful things. Where is my happiness?
That sappiness that let me look on all things
As if on puppet strings, so that everything big and small
Made me lawl?