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Words for the Classics TeacherShe's dreaming of some place far away
where it isn't so strange to find coins buried in the ground.

There may be magic in what she's saying,
but we can't hear it.
Two centuries apart has changed everything.
She'll have to dig us out
and clean off all the mud and dirt.

Maybe we'll shine.
Maybe we won't.

The Asparagus Evening

Asparagus ofinicalis.

A vegetable that was once savoured
by the ancient Greeks and Romans.
Good for them.

It's my first time; and I'm apprehensive.

Four small trees sit on my plate.
They're awaiting their crown
of ghee and mashed egg.

They sit there; menacing.
Taunting me, waiting for my reaction.

The condiments are passed around.
It's my turn next.

Mission: Garnish said vegetable.
Ghee; drizzled. Egg; smothered.
Task executed.

The drinks have been toasted,
good health was wished for all.

Cutlery is gently knocked
against our plates as
we prepare for the meal.

Dinner has begun.
I'll start with them and
get it ov

Every tiny cubic millimetreEvery tiny cubic millimetre
of your brain
is filled with
her.

She's in your dreams at night,
till early morning light.

Her long brown hair
Her skin so fair
Great sense of style
Bewitching smile.

You drown in her deep eyes;
And dream of her smooth thighs.

Her coral lips
Her swaying hips
The way she talks
And how she walks.

You tell me how you
lovehermissherneedherwanther,
And how you think of her
every second/minute/hour/day;
not knowing that—

Every tiny cubic milimetre
of my brain
is filled with
you.

Detriments Never ForgetTongue of poison, voice of pain,
Life of evil, death, and shame,
Power is the sweetest gain
In your mind,
In your mind.

Take a knife and take a whip.
Slash and burn, shred and snip
Away at my humanity.
Take me down.
Take me down.

Never done, never pleased,
Always victor, always appeased,
Clean the lens and look again.
Happy now?
Happy now?

Now your fortress walls are mine.
Sadism sharpens in my mind.
Black wolves chase you through the night.
How sweet it is,
How sweet it is.

And you shatter, broken glass,
Broken life, broken past.
And as the shards are swept away,
Who's laughing now?
Who's laughing now?

Gone to SeedRust,
like dirty red ivy
climbs slowly, relentlessly
up the once-vibrant links
of the swingset chains,
insidiously chewing away
at the merry memories lodged there.
A gossamer spider's web
trails wistfully across the monkey bars
where clutching hands no longer grasp,
laughing yet desperate
to achieve the other side.
The frayed end of the climbing rope
flutters, lonesome in the sighing breeze,
which carries away the dandelion fluff
of a childhood gone to seed.

chocolate crushYou melt into my arms like chocolate
-- sweet and nutty and warm
and probably a little bit bad for me
but not enough for me to resist the urge
to melt a little into you.

When our fingers lace
and your hand warms mine,
the gentle squeeze you feel
is my heart asking if we can keep doing this
and if, maybe, we can trust each other
enough that pretend becomes real.

I am coming off a roaring wildfire love
to which the result was only destruction
and, eventually, it burned lower and finally, out.
But for you, it is gentle and controlled,
a candle,
powerful enough if it needs to be,
but also calm, reassuring, helpful, beautiful, tam

Sentence StructureI don't know what tense I'm in. Are we or were we? Will we be?

My syntax has gotten entirely mixed up and I can't find the articles I need to modify my nouns.

The subject of my sentence is a different person and number from my verb.

Prepositions have disappeared -- I am going nowhere.

You pushed me away and I am nothing but a fragment of the sentence I once was.

Night School Teacher WondersNight School Teacher Wonders

Sitting in this stupid desk and making a story up in my head as I get through this two hour class. Same old things; watch the teacher write notes on the board after showing us how to do our homework. Same old black, red and green markers, same old people who never talk, same old words the teacher is saying like "manner". He'll say "manner" more than 20 times. Sometimes I think about counting…..maybe I will next time. Then he gets to when he tells us to write down the assignments and we have to be quiet and do that the rest of the period.

But that isn't what I'm going to keep going on about. Oh no! This is about

Affair of the HeartI smile as I walk down the hallway,
Friends pass me by, going their own way
My sister overtakes me, running ahead,
She thinks she knows where I'm going,
That I'm headed to practice,
She sees it on my face, but has no way of knowing

Yes, practice it is
And practice it's not,
Practice to them,
But not in my thoughts
A meeting so secret
I can't even think
A meeting so deadly
They must smell it reek.

I leave the building
Towards my fate
This could ruin my life,
If it's not already to late
And it's not just my life
Hanging in the balance of this choice
He comes into view,
And I've lost my voice.

Abruptly, before us tears op

A Relationship "You're leaving, aren't you?"

Orson stopped where he was, arms halfway into the sleeves of his favorite woolen jacket. He glanced over his shoulder and stared at Moira for a long moment. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking vulnerable and teary-eyed, the way he'd seen her so many times before. He'd thought she was still asleep. Awkwardly, he let the jacket slip back down his arms and to the floor without a sound.

"Well, yes, love, I was planning on it. I've got to get home to Vanessa and Thomas, you know, I've been here for," he checked his watch and a note of panic was visible in his dark eyes for a split second before he covered it

Teacher"Chris? A moment, if you please. I have something that I think you'll like."

The words boomed into the dark reaches of a catacomb, its wall rank with strange growths and rusty iron. A mass of misshapen figures scrambled towards a small team of soldiers in a bunker. The voice was only heard by the commander of the beleaguered defenders, a blond haired giant sporting a patch over one eye.

"What, Albert? Something good? About what?" A knot of the attackers were ripped apart by a mine, leaving a small shower of sand and gore.

"Well, I can tell you the full details after you've finished blowing up all these, ahem, things, but it's about that re

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I'm jumping on the lit mug bandwagon.
Much, much thanks to ^coshdaddy for his help with this!

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*meihua Mar 7, 2011

I keep coming back to giggle at this

I love it!

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*lar3ryca Feb 22, 2011

Excellent! Just ran across this on an older journal entry, and I'll still be chuckling about it hours from now! Well done!

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~palmouth Dec 24, 2010

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*meihua Dec 9, 2010

I LOVE IT. Genius.

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$danlev Nov 28, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

Love this so much.

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!mystical-machine-gun Mar 28, 2009

I think thats [sic] awesome. I love your deviation's [sic].

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~yarrboots Nov 8, 2008

Genius.

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~FireStorm07 Nov 5, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

*Giggles*
This is Pure Win.

Wow, I used capitals, it was that good!
Hmmm, I should probably feel slightly ashamed for laughing at this. Ah well, English-centric humour stirkes again! 8D Nice one! 8D

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~8ankH Nov 1, 2008

more, please

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~SOLARTS Oct 30, 2008

this is such a great piece - I am a real fan of literary art with language and this is just amazing!!!!

WOW!

as I am into haiku poetry the peculiarity of language is something that I am always playing with - makes me think there might be some cool haiku ideas in this kind of work.

thanks for the great experience.

hope you're having a wonderful day,
Dick from Solar

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