Write-Bot writes poetry? Scandalous. [cc=I LOVE YOU.]

[Scary Fairy v2]

Introduction Post

So. Hi. I'm Puck/Scary/Write-Bot, and I love writing poetry. Since I love writing poetry so much, and I don't want to muck up the guild's forum, I'm just going to post my poetry in here. This'll probably range from old favorites to poetry exercise-things, 'cause I want to post here at least once a week. whee Hell, I may start writing in seperate posts if no one reads in here, though.

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I'm Puck. I'm thirteen. I can't draw, so you know. surprised

Table of Contents

Page One
What Was Your First School Like?
What Were Your First Words?
Marionette

 

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What Was Your First School Like?

The walls were textured
with sandy waves. Little
crayons scattered
throughout the righthand
corner of the
classroom.

I was drowning in
watercolors
as I stood on the
cement that should have crumbled
years ago.

The atlas was tucked
safely under my arm --
they cut down all
the trees.

Sand was everywhere.
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(This was in reponse to Marvin Ghey's 50 Questions thread in the OP/L.)  

[Scary Fairy v2]

What Were Your First Words?

"b***h."

No one heard it, sitting
in my cardboard box
with glitter pens and
Power Ranger dolls.
The television blared
with power ballads and
sitcoms.

I wanted to watch football.

"b***h b***h."
She said, he said,
I screamed. Mommy
wouldn't let me out
of the box. She said she
was going to ship me
to the place called
Sesame Street.

"b***h no."
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[[Once again, for Mavin's Questions thread.]]  

[Scary Fairy v2]

'Marionette'

Some old leather glove signs
the clouds with a two-cent pen;
perhaps I look of more value
in contrast. Aphrodite
glares at the cobwebs I left
in the seat, dulling the shine.

You're pulling at my strings,
programming my voice to sigh
and studder,
because that's what girls do,
you say.

I loll my head like some rag doll
you locked away in Fantasy Storage.

The leather is creasing
in your chair, and there's something
you're saying that
makes me sick.
You pull and prod,
before leaving me to write fake words
and slip unneeded pill under my tongue.
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