The Snack That Smiles Back

EVEN MORE BESCHISSEN POETRY!!

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 02:36:45 GMT

Mia poesia seems to be coming easier to me these days, thank teh lord or whoever lives up there ^^. I'm hope you all (meaning Megan ^^) have had a kick ass Tnaksgiving and all, and yesm, here is the best of my latest works...
THE UNTITLEDNESS OF THIS POEM IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE AUTHORS LAZINESS
Boiling in a stew of nettles
popping needles, bursts of
random epiphanies grazing
my skin , they stay ingrained,
embedded, filling pores and potholes
from the last theory. Untried and true
and smelling like plastic, a new toy
to tinker with, unwrap it slowley
this discovery could prove not true,
the possibility ringing like a timer
above your head. Maybe it's not cooked through,
still gooey in the middle-it won't do,
won't meet the standards
backwards
ALL-wards and in every possible language,
it's trial and error, but there is also a fee.
~ETO-KUN~

MORE BESCHISSEN POETRY!!

Sat, 18 Nov 2006 13:18:13 GMT

Aren't you happy? MY TWO MONTH WRITERS BLOCK IS GONE!! Eto is back one the horse, damn it!! ^^
So lets get you started with a few fresh selections...yumm...now i want sushi...gREE!!
UNTITLED
Leave me in the center
Shingles
Hide inside the walls
In the rafters
I can be anywhere
except where you're asking
my point of view won't change-
you can't change me
I'm a house of dreams
decked out in smoke detectors
and alarms-
I have room for one more,
not a destroyer like you.
~ETO-KUN~

Yeap...thats the best of three I'd written in my opinion so I'll not sour your day by posting the rest ^^
much lovin
~ETO_KUN~

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 23:44:37 GMT

Sooo...arg...*Writer slump*...I just don't get it...before I used to able to write all the time...now it's like having my nose clogged...I feel backed up and hopeless :(
And...arg...Idk...blarg...sarg...I just feel useless!! I mean, I CAN write, but I just have the feeling that it's all gonna suck, so why even bother???
.......
so much for a future in writting...

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 23:05:12 GMT

So...anyways..:). More poetry here, now, and YES!!! I got miener report card backk...mmhmmm :). It was all good except for Chemchem, which needs to die a horrible death and have no one attend its depsicable funeral :)..but that mental image always cheers me up, which also makes me a bit worried for my brain and its mind things, but it all works out in the end! But yesterday was the shittiest day EVER IN THE HISTORY OF SHITTY DAYS!!! Someone shoudl make a book about shitty days...hmmm,...*stores idea into mental cabinet*...so yeah...details are juts as shitty, a poem is waaay better :).
THE TITANIC II
Over the edge of the set-
an overused plot-
a glistening iceburg
That rears it's ugly head.
Glistening and twinkling
like the edge of a knife
in the sunlight-
blinding-the cheesy romance is that bad.
A crash that no Jack
could ever sweeten
splinters and ice
that no Rose could survive
abandone ship for love-
the ship is my reason
and all of the things i DONT feel-
I refuse, this is unrequited- I told you so
but you keep filling reels and
twisting, rolling, like squecky wheels-
So much for a romantic ending-
you are no producer, my friend-
and I am no ACTRESS
~ETO~
feedback=much appreciated :)

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 00:10:59 GMT

So, today has been rather uneventful, thus far, thus far, except that it was HUMP day..mehehehe...I love freaking people with that XD. Marrrg XD.
more beshissen poetry!!! :). Actually, today, during Spanish, I was in the middle of translating Seerauber Jenny ( grat sogn about a woman who works at a hotel and daydreams of being a pirate and what she'd do-namely kill her bosses XD) and the Spanish teacher took it away!!! I WAS GAARRR!!! I got guilt tripped a little after class when she gave it back...she asked me if it was for a class and i was like HELLLLL NOOOOO, and she goes O.k., don't do it again.
My friend got it worst, I think, though. She was working on calculus :/

arrrg!!!

title:A Mundane Morning Schedule Broken
Take a peice of a point-
dissolved into tiny pills
pixels that make a picture-
take it daily.
I decided, this morning
the blue is too blinding
and the ovals remind me
of Poe and his Oblong box-
maybe he foresaw it-
the grams and weights
used by pharmacists
doling out happiness
like rations during a war-
chasing after ladybugs
i didn't care for before.
Hidden in my desk
two pills and a half
to take out
when i need something to contemplate-
endless blue gray
sinking into the wood
a stain- a cake of soap-
a mound of perscription-
it'll remind me of Poe
and his alchahol dependency.
~ETO-KUN~

A Taste Of My Beschissen Poetry

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 22:53:43 GMT

Untitled
Brush off
the dust that's us
sometimes
cleanliness is the key
to everything.
The distance in between
one particle and another
neighbors-twin snowflakes
Impossible-
but you thought you found it.
Then the lint roller comes-
crawling, creeping, coasting-
like tires on ice-
and it caries you away
flat and pressed-lacking dimensions
that was us-
the bliss dusted dream
for some it's a glossy finish-
for us,it was clean
~Eto-Kun~

so yeah...first entry..woot!! So, I definately have no idea what to post here..blarg!!!!! :O) :O)