There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me
Once, silence meant lack of sound;
Fall came once a year
I danced, redcheeked, Each year's first snow,
Tongue out to taste each flake's welcome sting
I laughed, distinct from nature's cycles,
A scrap of wonder, floating in a torrent of sorrow I couldn't grasp
That laugh, mouth open, sums up my past,
I craved fulfillment, too shallow to knowI could never be fully filled again
~i am ghost-lady madeline in her coffin~
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Anna, you're blog is great, and I'm not just saying it because you are sitting two feet to my left...
Your combination of (dark) poetry, and funny entries really complement eachother well.
I particularly like the computer entry. It got me thinking though. What if everytime you press a key, it tickles the computer? Wouldn't it be pretty damn cool to be a computer? I envy the little things now...
Haha, and as for your college being a waste of money...too true... I think i can honestly say that I learned more in high school, and for free...
But oh well, I'm sure the degrees at least look pretty. At least they should be , after all that's basically what we're paying for.. well take care, and be sure to leave some more songs in your commonplace, I'm definitely going to check them out.
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