Ooh, poetry.

[mood| content]
[music| Dramatic - YUKI]


I can vaguely recall the last time I wrote poetry because I felt like it. No, scratch that. I do remember. It was in senior year, for my Creative Writing/Journalism elective class. It was a set of acrostic poems. It was something like:

For dreams to happen,
Leaps of faith should be made.

Yearning alone will not suffice.

And for that to happen, my teacher practically had to twist my arm. Ironic, since she was the one who just about told me I couldn't write.

High school bitterness aside!

I was hanging out with Cor & some of the other girls in my Poetry class at the Cafe Entrep this afternoon. Over cheesecake (which Jesz suckered me into buying) & a capuccino shake, we engaged in this little poetry workshop... thing.

Oh! And before I go on (I suck at coherency)-- quotable quote ahoy!

Jesz: You already have a muse, you just need to stop questioning it so much.
Me: I'm not questioning my muse, I'm questioning my craft.
Jesz: Your crap?
Me: Exactly.

Anyway, through that little exercise, I managed to produce this:

Last Train

Battery dead,
the warning is silenced
with a sleek flick of the wrist.
Hot venom taking its course--
slowly, steadily, surely--
to fuel happy thoughts
of dismantled anatomy.
(falling off a cliff, perhaps?)

Love is a bubble.
Next time,
I'll write my name on it.

(Reading it again, I can see how much Japanese pop music has influenced me. Listen to Morning Musume & you'll understand, hahah.)