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the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.
About Me
- April
- Searching for my muse between pints of Guinness and down rain drenched alleyways.
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October
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- found in a guys dorm
- "Hear" Inspired by a wall at Starbucks
- When I'm Colin Meloy.. I look like this.
- What I've been up to.
- Zombie Poem
- Colin Meloy, 'eh? I see that.
- This is closer to sexy.
- Based on a true story
- toying with rhyme scheme and meter.
- Shitty poetry (what a shock?)
- "You can talk about anything, April. For hours. Ca...
- remind you of this
- lingering effects of fallingmadly in love with a s...
- Apologies, sirthe wind had shiftedneutrons and ele...
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October
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17 comments:
Your a goth chick? what is this world coming to?
You should put up the other black and white one, of you just smiling and where the light made ye look shiny. I liked that one.
Frightening...
RIP Colin's neck.
And what's the deal? Is this supposed to be a play on Melancholy?
Too emo for me. Who's got a bunny I can strangle.
javabomberman got it!
here, have a metaphorical cookie.
*gives*
*tries in vain to strangle metaphorical cookie*
/wrists
Good god, that was Colin Meloy? Looked like Elton John. /wrists indeed.
April could never be a goth, she likes colors too much.
prove it.
Oh and it looks like April doesn't know HTML, lol. ---> Links are still "Edit-Me".
Now, April, Write a poem about Conservative Radio, cause I was listening to it today.
Conservative Talk Radio.
write a poem called "owned by andy."
Hey that's a good idea. April will your be the community's Poet Laureate?
That way you can be officially owned by us.
Poets love to be owned! Just ask Virgil.
*Sound of a shotgun racking*
"HEY, These Emo kids are still twitching"
*BLAM*
It's customary to introduce yourself before you start shooting people in their own blogs, Poke.
Does April need patrons? Also, none of us are aristocrats. Or Venetian noblemen.
little do you know pete, little do you know...
Is that why you always wear velvet pantaloons and an ascot, Hans?
I, Augustus Caesar, demand poetics.
My boomstick introduces me. Now then, unless any of you happen to have any useful information on where I can find a Necronomicon I'll be moving along.
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