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  saorisan
 
10:48am 10/01/2006
  e.s.p. would
be pretty cool
I mean, not that
I care what people
think about me,
but
it'd be nice
to know
anyways








-Sylvia/さおり (who writes fake poetry)
 
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  saorisan
 
11:19am 25/10/2005
 
smelly smelly smell smell smell
someone's perfume is in my nose
what is this scent? i do not know
it has been following me around for hours, though




written a couple weeks ago when someone's perfume was really strong, and I couldn't figure out who it was from... it clung to my clothes and followed me through one meal and three classes... HI THAR, I know that I'm not actually a poet.
 
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Ars Gratia Artis 
  morning_rose
 
04:48pm 23/10/2005
  I study old poets to ignite
some idea of what I should write
but somewhere after the viscera and heart
have reacted, the mind has
done something to organize
the feeling away.

Couplets and rhyme scheme
Don't fall out naturally,
skill swallows the very intention
of the poet to make
a thing of beauty
to behold.

When you break the winged courser's
back with straws of superficial order
how can he fly onward
to save
Andromeda fair?

The Romans thought away their gods,
The English revived them with literary nods,
but they're just relying
on the stories of others
for impact.

The few I respect, Donne and Wilde
most of all, are wrought with pain o'er time
by history
and Her
cruel intentions.

How do we recall a life snuffed out?
It is likened to recalling an ember to
flame by the power
of memory
alone.
 
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Volition 
  morning_rose
 
08:28pm 29/09/2005
  He walks her out to see the sunset
Holds her close and by the waist
And he longs to kiss her wet
And feel and hold and smell the taste

Where they laugh and fall in deep
And watch the sky, the day, as it dies
And giggle as the vesper creeps
But they can't steal the sunrise

Because what they don't seem to know
Is they are monsters of the night
And nightmares, with their greenish glow
Can never feel the warmth of light

And what they call love I call possession
They've chained themselves in a painful cage
And someday they'll forget this obsession
Sad broken hearts are so filled with rage

How do I know and tell the future
Clearly as if it were this very day?
My heart has a celestial suture
That helps my mouth to help me say

That those who revel in the sun setting low
Because of its evanescent colored beauty
See only endings in the red warm glow
And beginnings simply cannot break free

But they can't steal the sunrise
Because it belongs to me, and some
Green yellow and blue are for dreaming eyes
That catch color before it can come

Sunrise is the daily beginning
And it teaches one not to forget
Dews and frost and fall leaves spinning
Give hope, and leave no room for regret
 
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ああ、びっくりした。 
  eiennoyasumi
 
09:59pm 27/09/2005
  So apparently I'm being published? In what might just be a terrible, terrible volume of terrible, terrible poetry from poetry.com? Eternal Portraits. Estimated release date: Spring 2005 (hah?). Should I be pleased or ashamed?

I am not buying a copy of the anthology. Hah.


Emily Told Me to Say it This WayCollapse )
 
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(this does not have a title, possibly does not have a title YET) 
  eiennoyasumi
 
11:23pm 01/08/2005
  it will be a mercy killing... I like this less and less the further it gets from the beginning line, and I am not sure it's done. The bottom is the worst. Help?Collapse )  
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  saorisan
 
12:11pm 31/07/2005
 
mood: amused
anticipation
when the meek and mild
who creep among the rushes
smacking their gums
with anticipation
roll over to see the sky
and their eyes glaze
like HOT NOW
this is when the proclamation
will be understood
 
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  saorisan
 
11:54am 31/07/2005
  meaning exactly
they can have frosted rooms
on the oily arms of yesterday
but not until caterers carrying laundry
derive the tagline of existence
 
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  morning_rose
 
10:34pm 20/06/2005
  sorry, there's one line that's really repetitive. i'm jealous of etsuko's freeverse skills. ~_~;

burning brown eyesCollapse )
 
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"forgetful" -- maybe. I don't like titles much. 
  eiennoyasumi
 
08:35pm 20/06/2005
  emo me up, babyCollapse )




also holy God Chihaz make the colors better x.x;
 
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  saorisan
 
01:34pm 19/06/2005
  Unthink MeCollapse )  
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  akaneko
 
12:59am 19/06/2005
  Unthink me!Collapse )

~Akane
 
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IKIMASHOU! 
  morning_rose
 
03:44pm 18/06/2005
 
mood: energetic
And let there be a second post!!! With two poems also!!! (copycat)

NewspaperCollapse )

And then...

FoolishCollapse )
 
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HAJIMAROU! 
  eiennoyasumi
 
04:39pm 18/06/2005
 
mood: hopeful
Let there be an inagural post! A DOUBLE-WHAMMY OF MY OLD POETRY!

juventisCollapse )



and this one is obscenely, ungodly long: mythCollapse )
 
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