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happeningfish wrote:Jess already called dibs on being me I think!
I told her she really didn't want to be!

apparently villanelles are the most challenging structure to write in, but it really only took me like half an hour and i thought it came out pretty decent. maybe i missed the point of them or something

i think youre just talented. cause villanelles are hard.

My rhyming dictionary helped me!

"persistent perscription"

TAKE 1 TAB BLET ONCE DAIL AKE 1 TABLET ONC

this is why alex is cool:

happeninfish (5:51:27 AM):

A dandy lad, that fellow Sand
In fact, I'll let him hold my hand-
Unless he's dead; it's pretty sick
To hold a head upon a stick.

Long Distance Love

(a sonnet for my dearest lady wife, Bethany)

Though far from here, within a distant land
With foreign people, far removed from me,
My love is close. She never fears to be
forgotten or abused; I hold her hand
from miles away, reminding her to stand
A little taller than the tallest tree.
And though there is a man in Tennessee
Who thinks that she will love him on command,
My love for you is of a different sort.
Mere distance has no pull. For what is love
but closeness of my heart to yours? Right here,
Or twenty thousand miles- these are but
The arbitrary sums of men, my love.
In other realms, our hearts are always near.

i wanted to write a rime royal and sand let me use him as my subject

In Second Cup – amid Toronto’s noise
and night, and young and restless populace
I spied my Sand – the brownest of the boys –
astride a little chair. He saw my face
and knew me – sweetly, gave me his embrace –
and for the drinks in him, he offered me
his love. Those drinks, I vouch, were not coffee.

με ρώτησε κάποιος τι σκεφτόμουν-
την είπα, «αγάπη μου,
δεν σκέφτομαι-
αφήνω μόνο το μυαλό μου να περιπλανηθεί
και κάπως, οι σκέψεις μου έρχονται»

...όπως μουσική στον αέρα
υπάρχει παντού
αλλά πουθενά εντελώς,
μέχρι κάποιος του έχει αυτιά

...όπως τη βροχή που πέφτει
χωρίς οποιοδήποτε σκοπό
όμως μερικοί, κατά τύχη,
βρίσκουν το πρόσωπό σας.

*sigh* I was going to leave you to the mercy of the babelfish translator, but apparently it's a language mangling piece of crap, so here's my best try. unfortunately the translation sort of ruins the piece- sorry :/

someone asked me what i was thinking-
i told her, "my dear,
i don't think-
i just let my mind wander
and somehow, thoughts come to me"

...like music in the air
existing everywhere
but nowhere at all,
until someone has ears for it

...like rain that falls
without any plan
until some, by fortune,
finds your face.

um um um
may i please pull
tug your focus look look
here. i point to my belly
you are confused
i am full of smoke
like clouds. i ate them.
the sky is too big for my insides
so i am inside
out and outside
and outside in
make way for me!

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