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Sep. 21st, 2001
Ms Eff's Pretentious Poetry Corner...
Sep. 21st, 2001 11:07 amMy heart blinks on and off in red,
Like my blinking Queen Amidala Action Figure,
Encased in die-cast plastic.
Red and Brown,
with a stylized psuedo-Kabuki face
above a beating, blinking heart.
Her only love is
two AA batteries,
that act as pacemaker and constant friends,
but someday...
they will run out of charge.
And she will have to decide on either
New batteries,
or sitting lightless in the dark.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Like my blinking Queen Amidala Action Figure,
Encased in die-cast plastic.
Red and Brown,
with a stylized psuedo-Kabuki face
above a beating, blinking heart.
Her only love is
two AA batteries,
that act as pacemaker and constant friends,
but someday...
they will run out of charge.
And she will have to decide on either
New batteries,
or sitting lightless in the dark.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Who wants a story before I go home?
Sep. 21st, 2001 04:27 pm....Once upon a time there was a canyon made of quartz and red clay,
that glittered like diamonds when the sun hit it.
Nobody could live in the canyon in the daytime because of the terrible blindness it would bring the eyes and the pain of the sharp, sharp quartz on
human and animal feet alike.
But at night when the moon rose it was a sight to see...and you could see the swirling shapes of night creatures riding the upper currents high in the sky. And it would fill the hearts of animals and people alike with feelings of awe and longing and joy. But it pained them, too, because they knew that it was a place where they didn't belong....
...Sometimes an enterprising child would pick their way through the canyon at night, tying grass and leaves to their boots and arms to protect them from the sharp canyon walls. Sometimes they would bring back small fragments of crystals, hiding them like a secret thing, to glitter at night when no one could see but the moon and stars and the waning firelight. It was a secret, quiet thing, because the canyon was a holy place. And it was humbling to guard a tiny symbol of awe, and keep it safe.....
that glittered like diamonds when the sun hit it.
Nobody could live in the canyon in the daytime because of the terrible blindness it would bring the eyes and the pain of the sharp, sharp quartz on
human and animal feet alike.
But at night when the moon rose it was a sight to see...and you could see the swirling shapes of night creatures riding the upper currents high in the sky. And it would fill the hearts of animals and people alike with feelings of awe and longing and joy. But it pained them, too, because they knew that it was a place where they didn't belong....
...Sometimes an enterprising child would pick their way through the canyon at night, tying grass and leaves to their boots and arms to protect them from the sharp canyon walls. Sometimes they would bring back small fragments of crystals, hiding them like a secret thing, to glitter at night when no one could see but the moon and stars and the waning firelight. It was a secret, quiet thing, because the canyon was a holy place. And it was humbling to guard a tiny symbol of awe, and keep it safe.....