Company is not here yet, so this means...bad poetry for you.

[valis2]

This I wrote upon attending my senior prom and feeling completely awful and out of place. Ah, the teenage years, how they burn...


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I AM A WOLF

Sheep descend in long flowing gowns of aqua and pearl and ebony; I watch, dressed in silver, smiling to cover my wicked canines. They circle round each other, baaahing and bleating about each other, drinking spiked Coca-Cola warily, waiting for a chaperone to enquire about their breath. Tanned arms wearing golden bracelets abound; every sheep is thin, fair, teeth white in fake smiles. I am pale, a wolf in a sheep's silver gown; they avoid me, for I am dangerous, inch long claws hidden in padded paws, wicked teeth glinting in a foreboding smile. I crawl deep in my throat; the sheep look worried and step away nervously, holding their drinks protectively. I am a wolf! I roar, transforming into a jean-clad timberess. My claws appear. I howl triumphantly. The sheep shriek, tearing their gowns in an effort to stampede out of the hall.

I laugh, alone; my canines exposed, I stalk the sheep on padded feet.

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RELEASE MY MARGINS!

Let go! I want to type beyond them! I want to pave the way for stars! I want to feel the galaxy in my fingertips! I want to wear my shoes on the wrong feet! I want to scream underwater!

Tell me it's alright! Tell me I'm fine! Tell me that tomorrow night at eight pm my ship is coming into the harbor and I'm to be swept off into my dreams!

Tell me I'm crazy! Wish for me to come to my senses! I will wear black and put on my galoshes! Do you hear me? Galoshes! And crazy lobster hats!

Don't bury me under anyone else. See me for who I am! I will touch the stars!

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Ah, company has now left, I had a lovely time with them. Yay! Saw beautiful art work...they are both wonderful artists. Gives me hope that one day I can make a living just from artwork.

Comments

[gypsyjolie.livejournal.com]

Do you hear me? Galoshes!

You were a spitfire in high school, weren't you? :)

[valis2.livejournal.com]

:) Naw, just wierd. Mostly wierd, mostly preoccupied with writing and reading and the usual high school things. Like Miami Vice. Heh heh...well, it was usual when we were in high school, at least.

[ms-hecubus.livejournal.com]

I roar, transforming into a jean-clad timberess.

*looks around nervously* You're not going to start posting about yiffing, are you?

[valis2.livejournal.com]

No, I promise solemnly. Just remember that this was written in high school, when I had the typical wolf obsession. Obsession as in buying wolf earrings and such. Not obsession in any other way, really.

My brain is a dangerous thing.

[ms-hecubus.livejournal.com]

You said solemnly and my mind flew off to The Marauder's Map. So, I started thinking about bad furry twincest fiction. *whimper* I really didn't mean to!