misters: (倖田來未☀faint of heart don't call me back)
In the Desert
Stephen Crane

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter—bitter," he answered;

"But I like it
"Because it is bitter,
"And because it is my heart."
misters: (stock☀you won't say love)
sdkgnlsd. I actually really want to buy this, I NEED TO BE RICH YOU GUYS :[

also! new goal: I want to memorize one new poem every month for the rest of this year. individual poems have yet to be decided, but I definitely want to try and do Sweeney Among The Nightingales, Jabberwocky, The Myth of Innocence, and at least one Shakespearean sonnet. I'm probably going to start with the Glück poem, since I memorized it last year for my English poem presentation; it should be easier that way. if I can, I'm going to try and do twelve total poems, but given that I've missed two months already, I'm setting my goal at ten.
misters: (倖田來未☀this makes more sense than you)
A Small Valentine's Day Poem
by Neil Gaiman

Roses are red,
Violets are purple,
Which is a very hard word to rhyme
And makes me happy that on February the 14th we don't traditionally have to give each other oranges.

the best vday present I've gotten today (besides the elephant teapot my mom got me asklgnds SO CUTE): 0:46
misters: (mblaq☀don't bother me I'm concentrating)
LIFE AMBITION: BE A PUPPY BOWL REF. also I want a kitten so bad jfsjdskg ;_;

Sharing is Caring: for one week, recommend/share:
Day one: a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quote

Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy

"Things I Haven’t Felt"
Emily Lloyd

Different, after losing my virginity.
Better, after the medicine I took.
Mosquitoes on my skin, before they’ve bitten me.
Profoundly changed, after I read that book.

The call of the wild. The glow of pregnancy.
Guilty, after sleeping with someone’s wife.
High as a kite, high even as a tree.
The peace that passeth understanding. Safe.

God’s presence in the world, and that of the boy
who thought I was his mother at the mall.
How long had he walked beside me without my noticing?
How long had I inadvertently hidden my face?
misters: (shinee☀stfu bitchface)
random thoughts )
misters: (stock☀of the bones)
Sweeney Among The Nightingales
T. S. Eliot

omoi peplegmai kairian plegen eso

Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.

The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.

Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney's knees

Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganized upon the floor
She yawns and draws a stocking up;

The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;

The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;

She and the lady in the cape
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,

Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in,
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;

The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,

And sang within the bloody wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud,
And let their liquid droppings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.
misters: (『super junior』omg kill it!)
omg fuck my life I don't want to memorize this D: )

in other news, I rather like T.S. Eliot's "Sweeney Among The Nightingales" even though god knows I don't understand it. it's also the only poem of his that we've read that I actually enjoy. yay sex or something.

also my boobs are now named Law and Order.
misters: (슈주☀been staring way too long)
"Lit (or: to the scientist I am not speaking to any more)"
Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz

Don’t say you didn’t see this coming, Jason. )
misters: (『2pm』sock it to me)
ↂ band camp is over!!! we actually have the entire opener and like half the ballad on the field and it's pretty damn good. I got the warm fuzzies after our parent performance haha. I'm worried about not having the met on during the ballad though, the band always slows down and wants to make it all pretty like a concert when they need to keep their feet going at 90/180. then again, we're only two weeks into the season, so I'm pretty optimistic.

[livejournal.com profile] exceptindreams has been posting some really amazing poems lately. my favorites are You're Beautiful/The Shout (Simon Armitage), The Vanishings (Stephen Dunn), You Fit Into Me (Margaret Atwood), For Strong Women (Marge Piercy), and This Be The Verse (Philip Larkin), although really they've all been exceptionally good.


ↂ I don't want to go to Seattle this weekend :/ Claire should hitchhike home.

ↂ I want to cut my hair super short (like boy-short but a little...longer on top? idk, I'll have to figure it out) but I want to lose weight around my face first, it looks so much better on people with delicate features and mine are...not so much. :///

I.....want to go through my icons and change all the names of everything >_> like DBSK ⟶ 동방신기 and etc. I'll have to go through and change all the icons on my entries though, sigh. ugh nvm too lazy

ↂ ten points to the first person who accurately guesses (/knows) what this bullet point actually is.


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