DIFFERENT, JUST DIFFERENT

Had a lovely time with jhosy the grass-plucking, posh beaver yesterday during tent pitching and I decorated anty with some twine (transformed her into an awkward mother earth -.-) after peekuai stopped being a moron with my watch. Well, that was wonderful and i know im going to miss everysingledaaaaamned one of those squaddies after rvnp s3o7 goes into oblivion.

You put a basketball in my face and grinned at me while i was a walking zombie that afternoon from mourning for my math paper (er, which came to life again after that) and that totally made my day (: After so long, the gaps simply fill themselves in, the ground becomes even and the air above it nonexistant. The voices so clear, the roads, the other people blend into a fulfilling, insignificant blur, and your words sit in my head comfortably and remain there long enough for me to replay them like aural scenes. Talking to you has made me realise how much I've moved along these few years, while you chided me for my-bad-experience. Half the people that are/were in my life you know personally, and the other half, it's as if you knew them as well. You're like my personal shrink -.- Things will clear up for you like it did me, my friend :)

It's been sooo long that I wrote something not for the sake of education, so here it is, nicely short and simple but if you can visualize it, that's going to be marvellous for you cos I saw it going on in my head while I wrote! I personally love the first two lines of each stanza so youre not allowed to criticize those or I'll bite you (:

I feel fortunate that the rhyming ends came to me absolutely naturally while I was tapping on the keyboard and this was completed in a record ten minutes woohoo. Okay I know poetry writing is about the feeling and all but the time taken definitely shows that height of inspiration I had!

Enjoy ^^

Life(line)
A runaway thread catches the light
falls to the ground and waits to be tried
A thousand and one patterns
from the same stitching needle,
little runaway white sits on the meter.

Hewn from his sole he hangs from a blade,
then put through machines and the mud man's trades.
He sings the same song, and wears the same dye
stands strong and curved in a short-lived arc
on an overly expensive Hallmark card.

I have made a literary offering today! Am going back to Sleuth now.

Labels: Literary Works, Photoblog