Nineteen

"Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box."
--Italian Poverb

My Poetry

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Songs are colors and I can't write one.

7 lines, November 23. In Weird, other, personal
A Dancer does not a Friend make.

27 lines, 6 comments, November 22. In Other, personal, thoughts, weird
Premature Aging Concerns

These bones are getting old and tired
And they damn well shouldn’t be

27 lines, 4 comments, November 19. In Thoughts, weird, personal, humor, life
Unnamed

Keys on a purple string lanyard on top
Of a worn leather purse (but I think it’s new

25 lines, 2 comments, November 17. In Other, personal, life, thoughts

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I am insurmountably snobbish.

Dear Stan, 1 I was browsing poems on this site using that clever little "random" button, and have noticed a few things I feel like sharing with myself and the legions of Stan existing solely in my rather unhinged psyche. 2 3 First off, why is almost all of the poetry here absolutely angst-ta

November 19, In Diary, My own personal thoughts, Poetry, Spur of the moment. 600 words. → Make first comment?
The Stan in my head is the only one reading this.

Dear Stan, 1 2 I realized today in my sociology class that I am two books behind in reading. Not chapters. BOOKS. I refuse to read one because, from the skimming I have done since, I can learn the same thing from analyzing the BET channel. The other was written by my professor, so not looking tha

November 16, In Diary, Spur of the moment, Thoughts. 200 words. → Make first comment?
This is all a waste of time.

Dear Stan, 1 It's been a few days, hasn't it? Well, anyway, nothing is new on my end. All of my extraneous time is spent playing assorted folk songs (and that one Dropkick Murphys song I know) on MuhBucket. I am certain my neighbors grow more and more enraged with me daily. It's a good thing for me that I don't

November 12, In Diary, Nonfiction, Spur of the moment, Thoughts. 300 words. → Make first comment?