I havn't been posting much on here lately, and my writing has kind of dropped off too. I might come back at some other date, possibly on this account, but probably not.
It's been fun, but whatever.
later.


ShowdownThe game is over The match is finished.Showdown
I wasn't sure I didn't know
The pieces I moved. I led with my king.
Checkmate, You win.


Dreams of a Waking SleepLarger than life the places I go loom Sucking all the world into a small room A small room that could contain a universeDreams of a Waking Sleep
People are, and are not. They change They metamorphose Bioluminescence in the dark they glow Sucking light in the day Like a black hole with fingers Grabbing and pulling They have fingers with hands And sometimes a tail They don’t speak They think
And thoughts fly like butterflies Flitting into the minds of the unsuspecting The wrong thoughts to the right head A man will kiss his husbands wife Twist


Math Class Nap v3The useless droning of mathematics, Drill sergeant without a cause Training me for an unknown future. Symbols and proofs never to be used again. Not paying attention, time spins away. The battle lines are being drawn. A light giggle, a sigh, a rustle and a whisper.Math Class Nap v3
The furnace blowing air, then silence. Deafening quiet, the sound of boredom, Marching through my mind, Assaulting my consciousness. “Remember, a square is a kite…” The army marches, led by General Geometry. Their battle cry rings out across the void, “1/2 the base times the height is the are


Math Class Nap v. 2The useless droning Of mathematics Drill sergeant without a cause Training me for an unknown future Symbols and proofs Never to be used again Not paying attention The battle lines Are being drawn A light giggle A sigh A rustle and a whisper The furnace Blowing air Then silence The sound of boredom Marching through my mind Assaulting my conciousness "Remember, a square is a kite..." So dull The army marches Led by General Geometry Their battle cry "1/2 the base times the height is the area of a triangle!" &nMath Class Nap v. 2
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"Poetry is the perfume of the soul." - Otep Shamaya
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where is Wisconsin do you live?
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