Beneath a tiny Hannaya mask on a worn red thread
two tiny bells played against his bedroom door.
Their anchor twisted and turned to expose
a crooked smile as she strolled in to the kitchen
unmindful of miniature music that made him wince.
Hands held the walls of his temples. Within
still stirred prayers to Dionysus, God of Wine
and this Woman, who consumed several wishes
from Djinnis, judging by their empty bottles
she was not drinking alone last night.
Sleepy friends had fallen on couches and floors,
but beyond the fangs and harsh Hannaya eyes,
was room for a wall for unopened toys, a wall for
posters, a wall for art and photos
Well Old-Timer,
For it's 1, 2, 3 strikes you're out at the old ball game.
Now you are with a different trinity,
where the games go on forever with
error-free instant replays.
You are enjoying the games your great-grandchildren
haven't even played yet.
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's Root! Root! Root! for the Home Team.
I will still cheer, despite the emptiness around your home,
I still find your stories, your accomplishments,
even the sap, the jokes and mistakes,
the sap has turned to ageless amber
that I will pass on to my children.
They are treats and I find myself wanting more.
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks
Experimenting Without Eros by aBerrant-Jots, literature
Literature
Experimenting Without Eros
An account of my own experiment
that I didn't learn from love gods' torso,
my life had changed when she let me go.
This simple test only takes a moment.
Place a hand in regular warm water.
Remember this feeling. Plunge it quickly
in cold water, until it stings deeply.
Now the other feels hellishly hotter.
That's why she left. I was too lazy
and content, used to love that was lukewarm.
Before her, I never felt misery.
Without that cold, I thought that was the norm.
My results show truth I'll never forget.
I have changed. I feel fire forever.
Beneath a tiny Hannaya mask on a worn red thread
two tiny bells played against his bedroom door.
Their anchor twisted and turned to expose
a crooked smile as she strolled in to the kitchen
unmindful of miniature music that made him wince.
Hands held the walls of his temples. Within
still stirred prayers to Dionysus, God of Wine
and this Woman, who consumed several wishes
from Djinnis, judging by their empty bottles
she was not drinking alone last night.
Sleepy friends had fallen on couches and floors,
but beyond the fangs and harsh Hannaya eyes,
was room for a wall for unopened toys, a wall for
posters, a wall for art and photos
Well Old-Timer,
For it's 1, 2, 3 strikes you're out at the old ball game.
Now you are with a different trinity,
where the games go on forever with
error-free instant replays.
You are enjoying the games your great-grandchildren
haven't even played yet.
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's Root! Root! Root! for the Home Team.
I will still cheer, despite the emptiness around your home,
I still find your stories, your accomplishments,
even the sap, the jokes and mistakes,
the sap has turned to ageless amber
that I will pass on to my children.
They are treats and I find myself wanting more.
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks
Experimenting Without Eros by aBerrant-Jots, literature
Literature
Experimenting Without Eros
An account of my own experiment
that I didn't learn from love gods' torso,
my life had changed when she let me go.
This simple test only takes a moment.
Place a hand in regular warm water.
Remember this feeling. Plunge it quickly
in cold water, until it stings deeply.
Now the other feels hellishly hotter.
That's why she left. I was too lazy
and content, used to love that was lukewarm.
Before her, I never felt misery.
Without that cold, I thought that was the norm.
My results show truth I'll never forget.
I have changed. I feel fire forever.
Experimenting Without Eros by aBerrant-Jots, literature
Literature
Experimenting Without Eros
An account of my own experiment
that I didn't learn from love gods' torso,
my life had changed when she let me go.
This simple test only takes a moment.
Place a hand in regular warm water.
Remember this feeling. Plunge it quickly
in cold water, until it stings deeply.
Now the other feels hellishly hotter.
That's why she left. I was too lazy
and content, used to love that was lukewarm.
Before her, I never felt misery.
Without that cold, I thought that was the norm.
My results show truth I'll never forget.
I have changed. I feel fire forever.
I'm going to clean out my closet over our Christmas break and post all my old artwork. I guess this is in preparation for a New Year's resolution... I've never been good at resolving anything every year.
I hate learning things the hard way. Like using Internet Exploder. I have (and enjoy FireFox) but I still find myself using IE early in the morning... and accidentally clicking "compatability" view and losing a journal entry!
Oh well, I should probably get back to work...