From a mountain of evolution to me in my little molehill of frozen sendiment, she comes complete with a new territory of an indiscreet convex stomachal contents in the context of a vexing contest more complex than she had anticipated. Iron gears and steel bolts release electrical bolts covered in rust of a musky scent after nut on wire rummaged into an egg, perspiring on the alloys in a chain reaction of flustered passion between guileless companions. She claims this automatonic, embryonic, robotic beast of a child is due to a jarring withheld fact concerning the back story of her former lover Jack, who's actions were apparently just pre-installed mechanisms. ''This is not the fifth nor the fourth occurrence - but the very first disturbance!'' she whines; as if borderlining on crying she considers keeping it, thus reaping what she sowed, while somehow managing to keep her head down low.
Tadaah! First of hopefully many pieces finished. I consider this a poem, but I don't really like the sound of the word, mostly likely because once I heard someone pronounce it ''poeyum'' which put me right off of it. I wrote the first draft for this about a month ago, so I can't remember how I got the idea of it, but I know it's somehow related to the song Mecto Amore by the band Steam Powered Giraffe. Any hoo, welcome to my new blog debut! If you are reading this then I am a happy little birdie because this blog was a spur of the moment thing and the first posts rarely get much attention, especially if you're currently a fourteen year old girl who likes writing poetry. I like the idea of spoken prose, and the writing above is meant to be an example of it. Perhaps I'll record someone saying it with some atmospheric background music. I'm also dabbling with the idea of doing a daily urban haiku (5,7,5 words per line rather than syllables), which could serve as a form of diary so I can actually remember what goes on during my life.
Here's number one, I suppose.
Off ill, today I read
Discovered Harry Potter and Tina Fey's adventures
My future holds goat makeup
As it says, I was off ill from school today so I just sat around and read Har Har Potter and Bossypants (which you must read if you're a fan of the Bloggess or Sarah Silverman). Tomorrow the cast of our school show are off timetable and we're most likely doing our proper dress rehearsal with make up and the works because the performances start less than 2 days from now, and since my character is a goat I will be getting some hardcore face paint on.
Tadaah! First of hopefully many pieces finished. I consider this a poem, but I don't really like the sound of the word, mostly likely because once I heard someone pronounce it ''poeyum'' which put me right off of it. I wrote the first draft for this about a month ago, so I can't remember how I got the idea of it, but I know it's somehow related to the song Mecto Amore by the band Steam Powered Giraffe. Any hoo, welcome to my new blog debut! If you are reading this then I am a happy little birdie because this blog was a spur of the moment thing and the first posts rarely get much attention, especially if you're currently a fourteen year old girl who likes writing poetry. I like the idea of spoken prose, and the writing above is meant to be an example of it. Perhaps I'll record someone saying it with some atmospheric background music. I'm also dabbling with the idea of doing a daily urban haiku (5,7,5 words per line rather than syllables), which could serve as a form of diary so I can actually remember what goes on during my life.
Here's number one, I suppose.
Off ill, today I read
Discovered Harry Potter and Tina Fey's adventures
My future holds goat makeup
As it says, I was off ill from school today so I just sat around and read Har Har Potter and Bossypants (which you must read if you're a fan of the Bloggess or Sarah Silverman). Tomorrow the cast of our school show are off timetable and we're most likely doing our proper dress rehearsal with make up and the works because the performances start less than 2 days from now, and since my character is a goat I will be getting some hardcore face paint on.
