I wrote the following poem a wee while ago, and it was illustrated by, the then unknown, Nathan Jurevicius. I stupidly misplaced said ill…
I wrote the following poem a wee while ago, and it was illustrated by, the then unknown, Nathan Jurevicius. I stupidly misplaced said illustration, and am now reduced to trawling through mouldy boxes stored in my parents’ shed. The poem is all about getting older and cheap Champagne – two subjects that I have substantial experience with. BTW, it is totally tongue in check, so don’t worry about moi, bubblers:) Bubbles The bubbles of my champagne / Are fading away / Just like the days of my youth Its taste is not so fresh on my palate / It is cheap and gaudy The strawberry is shriveled / Its seeds will never give birth to a tree / The same as my seed / Whose fruitful years are disappearing / Like the aforementioned bubbles My champagne is flat and warm / I live in a flat / But it is cold / And smells of gas / My champagne also smells of gas / It is not good champagne / I am not a wealthy man The bubbles are now gone / And so am I
What can I call my poem? My poorly stitched slacks / Now lie on the ground / Torn and legless My slovenly manufactured shirt / Has f…
What can I call my poem? My poorly stitched slacks / Now lie on the ground / Torn and legless My slovenly manufactured shirt / Has fallen off me / Like a cheap male stripper’s faux Navy uniform I am not cursed with good looks / I am blessed with ugliness / Which provides a good mask for my inner dullness I am on the dole / That is why I cannot afford a good Chardonnay I’m hungry / I ate my poem / But I’m still hugry This poem will not satisfy my stomach’s needs / Because it is cooked on cheap paper and sautéed with cheap ink They say cigarettes quench hunger / But I have eaten ten of them now / And I’m still hungry What can I call my poem?
For all those who have been jilted … The world is my oyster The world is my oyster, baby / But you ain’t no pearl / A rock maybe / A…
For all those who have been jilted … The world is my oyster The world is my oyster, baby / But you ain’t no pearl / A rock maybe / A stone lady / Nothin’ like a diamond / Nothin’ like a pearl The world is my smorgasbord, baby / But you ain’t no oyster / A sausage roll maybe / A party pie lady / Nothin’ like a oyster / Nothin’ like a pearl The world is my art gallery, baby / But you ain’t no Leonardo da Vinci / A Leonardo Dicaprio maybe / A Ken Done lady / Nothin’ like Leonardo da Vinci / Nothin’ like a pearl The world is my cigar-bar, baby / But you ain’t no thigh-rolled Havana / An Escort maybe / Winnie Blues lady, / Nothin’ like thigh-rolled Havanas / Nothin’ like a pearl The world is my wine-bar, baby / But you ain’t no Dom Perignon / A West Coast Cooler maybe / A Passion Pop lady / Nothin’ like a Dom Pérignon / Nothin’ like a pearl The world is boudoir, baby / But you ain’t no Cleopatra / A Mother Theresa maybe / A Boutros Boutros Ghali lady / Nothin’ like a Cleopatra / Nothin’ like a pearl This poem could go on forever, feel free to add to it. For the grammar Nazis – my apologies for the double negatives and contractions peppered throughout the poem.
Tequila, boot scootin’ and a balmy night in Arizona equals … Hot steamy love I saw you from a distance / You were wearing white …
Tequila, boot scootin’ and a balmy night in Arizona equals … Hot steamy love I saw you from a distance / You were wearing white and red / So I turned and wondered / Why can’t that lady be in my bed? And when I got closer / And I saw that you were actually a man / I thought – “Hey what the gosh darn heck, / I’m going do whatever I can.” So, I moseyed closer / And said whatever came to my mind / You said that you were a cattle rustler / It was then that I knew, baby, you had to be mine We danced the hokey pokey / Oh boy did we pash / We didn’t even care about our stubbles / Giving us both a nasty facial rash And when the party was over / And we were sharing our last cigarette / I realised I was in luurve baby / With a man that goes by name Yvette
Whatever the outcome: good or not so good, the most important thing is you’re willing to make an effort. Don’t be afraid of making mis…
Whatever the outcome: good or not so good, the most important thing is you’re willing to make an effort. Don’t be afraid of making mistakes. This is how you learn. An error or oversight won’t stop you from reaching a personal goal. You just need to adjust your steps to reach it. Remember: the greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising up every time you fall! It’s just sometimes I am pretty tired and beat up in life, I wanted to shout, no one would hear me, no one could see me, no one will understand me … no one will remember me? I wanted to change things. Something new something fresh. Something to start. Catch my fall if I should stumble, catch my fall if I should stumble.
i love the boy. you should too.
Part of a series
Smoke filled room of hatred dripping angst. Got a towel? Someone had given me this teardrop shaped crystal, and I wanted to play around with different lighting and see what could be done to indirectly define the shape.
Mixed medea,I started with a sketch then scanned it into photoshop to finish. / Hope you like it / Please comment, and tell me what you think
Dear pillow, / thank you for listening to me, / for letting me scream quietly, / for letting me cry on you… thank you for being there to share my pain, / when words pierced through my heart and tear it apart. / thank you for being there for me to hug, / when the wind outside is howling, / and nightmare strikes and there’s no one to hug me… Dear pillow, / thank you for being my friend / thank you for not hurting me / thank you for not leering & jeering at me / thank you for not branding me / thank you for being there quietly / thank you~
Version 2 of Dear Pillow… this time darker and without the rainy grainy background effect.. Just wanna buy this for myself.. i’ve been down with bad running nose and cough and stuffs lately.. am so so sorry for being quiet again.. i will not get back asap, and hope that i’ll somehow break these words of mine and get back asap!! XD Original Version: / Dear pillow, / thank you for listening to me, / for letting me scream quietly, / for letting me cry on you… thank you for being there to share my pain, / when words pierced through my heart and tear it apart. / thank you for being there for me to hug, / when the wind outside is howling, / and nightmare strikes and there’s no one to hug me… Dear pillow, / thank you for being my friend / thank you for not hurting me / thank you for not leering & jeering at me / thank you for not branding me / thank you for being there quietly / thank you~
Dear pillow, / thank you for listening to me, / for letting me scream quietly, / for letting me cry on you… thank you for being there to share my pain, / when words pierced through my heart and tear it apart. / thank you for being there for me to hug, / when the wind outside is howling, / and nightmare strikes and there’s no one to hug me… Dear pillow, / thank you for being my friend / thank you for not hurting me / thank you for not leering & jeering at me / thank you for not branding me / thank you for being there quietly thank you~ This piece got a TBA on 20th Nov 08 over at my zazzle gallery.. yay!! =D Big fat thank you to those who popped over to comment on it.. X) / / /
“Leave Me Alone” Anti social-ness at it’s best~ Wear this tear whenever you feel isolated, silly, or just plain angry! -TypeTypeTeeTees ©
“LEAVE ME ALONE” tee Anti-sociableness at it’s best~ Landscape version. TypeTypeTeeTees ©
“LEAVE ME ALONE” tee shirt~ Anti-sociableness at it’s best, in color! -TypeTypeTeeTees ©
“LEAVE ME ALONE” tee shirt. / Anti-sociableness at it’s best, in color! -TypeTypeTeeTees ©
“LEAVE ME ALONE” tee shirt. / Anti-sociableness at it’s best, in white! Landscape version~ -TypeTypeTeeTees ©
Feeling low. / Wrote this for a Lit. Magazine, StandingRoomOnly. ;)
Indianapolis 01.2009 lauren ashley photography / www.laisallyouneed.com
Your eyes find mine, in the tilt-a-whirl swirl. / The heat rises like upward waterfalls / You touch my hands, fingers unfurl Don’t loo…
this is the first thing ive put up on here. any criticism welcomed
Ever felt as though you wanted to shoot up your workplace, or gun down the school you go to, well the feeling I tried to emulate is in this piece, I think I succeeded
Errr.. sorry, i still won’t be active until January.. am uploading this cos i wanna get some tees of mine and Karin’s to wear while mending the stall.. hehe.. ^ _ ^“ Hope everyone’s doing well!! i miss you guys here so much.. there’s so much i want to share about my experiences mending a physical shop.. so many sweet and crappy things, weird people and some nice some annoying.. weird opportunities.. i can’t wait for 2010!!! XD An early Merry Christmas, everyone!!! =D / Dear pillow, / thank you for listening to me, / for letting me scream quietly, / for letting me cry on you… thank you for being there to share my pain, / when words pierced through my heart and tear it apart. / thank you for being there for me to hug, / when the wind outside is howling, / and nightmare strikes and there’s no one to hug me… Dear pillow, / thank you for being my friend / thank you for not hurting me / thank you for not leering & jeering at me / thank you for not branding me / thank you for being there quietly thank you~
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