Because I write only in reality, and reality does not amuse.
'Well then, Ms. Lazarae, why don't you write a tragedy?'
I wrote one once, and ended up in Canada, with nothing more than a misplaced accent, and memory of a man, drinking Kossu, pools of venom in his hands.
and a woman who was, apparently, half-sister to my mother.
Her name, originally, Irina, she affected to 'Irčne.'
When she married Christian Beauvais, recently deceased.
Says I met her when I was three years old, and told her I was thirsty.
'Keep up appearances, Ms. Lazarae!' She says, 'Take my name! Speak in French! Dye your blonde hair cherry-red!'
Integrate! Dear Satu! We're not in \Salo\ anymore.
Well I thank you, Ms. Amalia Ivanovna, but I prefer sincerity.
'And what happened then Ms. Lazarae, what happened to Ms. Julie K.?'
To think of such, Beccaria would die a second time.
\Kippis!\ To Aleksandr and his complimenting features
\Kippis!\ To Marie, and her unrequited love
\Kippis!\ To my sister Kaari, and her sentimental predilection
And to my brother Kai, with his intellectual milieu.
\Kippis!\ To all that I have found in the sun
"Well then, Ms. Lazarae,"
"Ms. Satu-Lazarae"
Well now, Satu...What happened to your Fairytale?
Author notes
I know a lot of this is esoteric, much of it will not be understandible, because it's based on specific people, and events in my life, which people who don't know me (and many people who do) could not possibly know about. Because of this, I was hesitent to post it, but I decided to anyway. I wrote this entirely for myself, so you don't have to understand it, and you don't have to like it.
Also, I can't use italics for some reason, so the words in \'s are emphasized when you read it...
Written May 30th, 2006
A contest entry
- Easy Contest (really it is) by impossible dreamer.
300 points, ended June 23, 2006, 36 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you ^^ I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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This is so cool, i really like this, i think it made me wonder about how different my perception would be to every other persons. This is very different but it impressed me, thanks for entering.
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One does not need to understand, but to feel. I good piece, tho as you say, personal.


