This the future
fulfilling itself in my room,
rummaging in my brain, asking
aloud, "When will
we ever use this stuff?"
Slinging potentially
powerful weapons aside, they
tell me, it don't matter
Momma knows a guy's
gonna get me a good job
just you wait and see.
So I wait,
Wounded, spent on defensive
Distractions. They stiffly
solider away
Against the odds, with me
managing in their wake
Three steps behind
on a steamy street stained
with dew.
We once enjoyed a Terre Haute night
like this
side by side
though, now, you capitalize
on a moment with someone
new.
I am flushed, dwarfed
by this new
monument.
Lagging, I'm considering the metro, falling
into stride instead.
Mutely
letting your oblivion, the company
and the shadows
hide me.
Tendrils of flame whip around
And you're enticed to touch
This heat you only see.
You crave the danger of wanting
And you're enticed to touch
What you haven't known.
When did this become alluring?
You crave the danger of want.
What you haven't known
Is this desire.
When did this become alluring
Like a spice that burns the palate.
Is this desire?
Or merely a double take,
Like a spice that burns the palate
Making you wonder its effects.
Merely a double take.
Tendrils of flame whip around
Making you wonder its effects.
You crave the danger of wanting.
Can you believe you will
Catch what won't be
Caught? I am rather a
Conundrum for your
Casanova expertise.
Certainly, I enjoy your attentions, covertly
Connubial though I know they are.
Pappy most likely sat in his recliner at home, gripping the newsprint until it ripped, fuming, saying, "That meddling kid!" before hobbling to his word processor to hunt-and-peck his letter to the editor in a font as squat as him.
He would take great CARE to randomly capitalize and place quotation marks around words he wants to "emphasize." Pappy's cause was just. After all, I was a sarcastic punk that was a danger to his cause and a detriment to the youth in ___________.
To Pappy, I was worse than a drug pusher or common criminal. I was a teacher.
Possessed in the Pilot's Seat by girlonstage, literature
Literature
Possessed in the Pilot's Seat
Japanese scientists created crystal meth in 1919 to help their soldiers perform longer with more energy. In World War II, their pilots were using it to stay awake on long missions which often ended in kamikaze explosions into ship hulls. There was deliberate willingness of use and action, an ephedrine-fueled follow-through.
Almost ninety years later, the war-time performance enhancer has become a problem of epidemic proportions for law enforcement officials. In 2005, the Vincennes Samaritan Center was treating over 400 people for meth addiction; in 2001, it was 163. Former Knox Co
I am here
Wishing, waiting, wanting
A trinket of verisimiltude,
A moment of always.
Wishing, waiting, wanting
For time to stand still,
A moment of always,
And for you to stay.
For time to stand still
Is asking a wish too much,
And for you to stay
Would be pushing too hard.
Is asking a wish too much
After heavy breaths of intimacy?
Would I be pushing too hard
When I have expected so much?
After heavy breaths of intimacy,
A trinket of verisimilitude,
When I have expected so much
I am here.
If someone sent me one more of those get the real truth about Barack Obama e-mails, I was going to scream.
Early on in the campaign, I remained extremely uncommitted and Ive prided myself on being rather moderate as Ive grown older (despite the people out there who remain committed that I am a radical, liberal witch).
Im going to vote to Sen. Barack Obama.
But even before I made that decision, I remained wary of the guy, but not because of some of the whacky reasons people claim to not like Obama.
Anyone with a fan-boy following makes me wary.
I was that girl in high school who was unsure of the popular
This the future
fulfilling itself in my room,
rummaging in my brain, asking
aloud, "When will
we ever use this stuff?"
Slinging potentially
powerful weapons aside, they
tell me, it don't matter
Momma knows a guy's
gonna get me a good job
just you wait and see.
So I wait,
Wounded, spent on defensive
Distractions. They stiffly
solider away
Against the odds, with me
managing in their wake
Three steps behind
on a steamy street stained
with dew.
We once enjoyed a Terre Haute night
like this
side by side
though, now, you capitalize
on a moment with someone
new.
I am flushed, dwarfed
by this new
monument.
Lagging, I'm considering the metro, falling
into stride instead.
Mutely
letting your oblivion, the company
and the shadows
hide me.
Tendrils of flame whip around
And you're enticed to touch
This heat you only see.
You crave the danger of wanting
And you're enticed to touch
What you haven't known.
When did this become alluring?
You crave the danger of want.
What you haven't known
Is this desire.
When did this become alluring
Like a spice that burns the palate.
Is this desire?
Or merely a double take,
Like a spice that burns the palate
Making you wonder its effects.
Merely a double take.
Tendrils of flame whip around
Making you wonder its effects.
You crave the danger of wanting.
Can you believe you will
Catch what won't be
Caught? I am rather a
Conundrum for your
Casanova expertise.
Certainly, I enjoy your attentions, covertly
Connubial though I know they are.
Pappy most likely sat in his recliner at home, gripping the newsprint until it ripped, fuming, saying, "That meddling kid!" before hobbling to his word processor to hunt-and-peck his letter to the editor in a font as squat as him.
He would take great CARE to randomly capitalize and place quotation marks around words he wants to "emphasize." Pappy's cause was just. After all, I was a sarcastic punk that was a danger to his cause and a detriment to the youth in ___________.
To Pappy, I was worse than a drug pusher or common criminal. I was a teacher.
Possessed in the Pilot's Seat by girlonstage, literature
Literature
Possessed in the Pilot's Seat
Japanese scientists created crystal meth in 1919 to help their soldiers perform longer with more energy. In World War II, their pilots were using it to stay awake on long missions which often ended in kamikaze explosions into ship hulls. There was deliberate willingness of use and action, an ephedrine-fueled follow-through.
Almost ninety years later, the war-time performance enhancer has become a problem of epidemic proportions for law enforcement officials. In 2005, the Vincennes Samaritan Center was treating over 400 people for meth addiction; in 2001, it was 163. Former Knox Co
I am here
Wishing, waiting, wanting
A trinket of verisimiltude,
A moment of always.
Wishing, waiting, wanting
For time to stand still,
A moment of always,
And for you to stay.
For time to stand still
Is asking a wish too much,
And for you to stay
Would be pushing too hard.
Is asking a wish too much
After heavy breaths of intimacy?
Would I be pushing too hard
When I have expected so much?
After heavy breaths of intimacy,
A trinket of verisimilitude,
When I have expected so much
I am here.
If someone sent me one more of those get the real truth about Barack Obama e-mails, I was going to scream.
Early on in the campaign, I remained extremely uncommitted and Ive prided myself on being rather moderate as Ive grown older (despite the people out there who remain committed that I am a radical, liberal witch).
Im going to vote to Sen. Barack Obama.
But even before I made that decision, I remained wary of the guy, but not because of some of the whacky reasons people claim to not like Obama.
Anyone with a fan-boy following makes me wary.
I was that girl in high school who was unsure of the popular
Some Nights: A discussion by manadrake, literature
Literature
Some Nights: A discussion
Some Nights: A discussion
Some nights you do nothing, and its gone…
Some nights you fill it up and it never ends.
You know I listen to Gregorian Chant?
I don't say it much, cuz it's nerdy,
…but hell in a way, its magic.
Magic?
People used to bank on that shit. They used to believe.
Not the silly illusion crap.
We're talking real face melting stuff…magic.
There's an aura around that music,
a sort of superstitious magical sacredness
…because they believed it.
And that's magic?
And why not? It was real to them!
As real as three bucks a gallon
and bingo on Thursdays.
Some nights…I'd give anything to believe.
In magic?
repondez, s'il vous plait by imperfect, literature
Literature
repondez, s'il vous plait
Remember Paris?
When I told you
your smell was green
as we sat on the edge
of Place du Tertre
and watched the sunrise
before the artists arrived;
neither of us could say no then.
It was true though, you smelled green --
not like the sea, not unpredictable
with tempting calmness hiding
tumultuous undercurrents, but rather
like a summer's day --
cut grass and ice
clunking in a glass
of pink lemonade
and even a change to clouds
would see us holding hands,
confident any torrent would pass
colour through this black
and white photograph.
You stopped walking
when i explained this
and pushed me against the wall
of the step
The Littlest President
At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.
Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation
Teaching:
4 sections of Speech
1 section of Shakespeare
1 section either remediation OR English 10 (pleaseEng10, please Eng10...)
Graduate School:
Renaissance Lit...which is doing to be in the BAG as I've already taught a dual credit Brit Lit class and I currently teach Shakespeare.
Newspaper:
Haven't felt like sending columns in because I have nothing to say. Well, I do, but I don't think the editorial page should be a bitchfest. With Christmas break coming up, I may have something warm and leisurely to write.