Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Randomosity



Am I not enough? Why must you put me down like this?

I've put up with your trampling for so long. I let it go, because I know it makes you happy, but happiness or not, this is the final straw. I've held it in, but now I feel I have to say something.

I do not know what I did to deserve this condescension, this patronization.

I mean, imagine.

To name this other fruit a grapefruit?

AM I NOT A FRUIT?

AM I NOT?

MUST YOU BELITTLE ME LIKE THIS?

See if I give YOU any more wine.

- Grape


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The night has fallen, and a quiet hush pervades.

I am the only one awake,
    My face lit by the glow of my computer screen.

I type.
    I type.
       I type
          without thinking.

I let the words flow
    from brain
    to fingers
    to keys
    to screen.

The world is asleep.

The night has long gone.
Morning is coming.
    But the sunrise is still far away.

The darkness reigns.
    The silence.
    The stillness.

Until my father lets one rip.


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I'm a little teapot, short and stout.
Here is my handle,
And here is my spout.

:>

(Oh, please, DO continue the rhyme. Hee. Hee.)


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I like notebooks. I buy them compulsively. Some with a specific purpose in mind, and some because.. because I just like notebooks.

But the problem with these notebooks is, they pile up at home. Unused.

I mean, I know what I want to use them for, I just can't find anything proper to write on the first page that will do justice to the rest of the notebook.

I'm not artistic. I can't draw. So that's out.

Writing my name on it is just boring.
(And writing "Mikli's Fun Blah Notebook" is just.. weird, and off-putting.)

But I want something that summarizes the notebook, while giving it space to do its own thing. Letting it grow, without limiting its potential, but something that still gives it its purpose and meaning. Something like that.

But I can't think of anything.

That's why they pile up at home. Unused.

So I say --
SCREW THE FIRST PAGE!
TEAR OUT PAGE 1!

And finally start writing.