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  • As a tenderness I want but am wont not to touch

    So the title is dense. The poem is dense. It may altogether simply be dense. But, nonetheless, I feel it justly poetic, and perhaps you will too.

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  • Reflections on Moving

    Reflective piece on the events of part of a summer day.

    3 min read
  • Disrecover

    Something I know nothing about, but wrote anyway. I wouldn't call it a Prufrock.

    3 min read
  • Sleep

    Single stanza, somewhat lyrical.

    1 min read
  • Faux Pas

    Not vignettes, but observations. The title bears much significance to its meaning.

    2 min read
  • [Refrain]

    I want to say it's poetic, but it reads like a rap song. Very much so.

    4 min read
  • Words to Salve

    "attract readers!" Eh. It's a poem. I like it. I guess I don't care too much if you do, but that would be nice too.

    1 min read
  • Erm. Poerm.

    Both those genres are terrible at describing this. Then again, so is the title. Derp. I guess there's mature content...?

    2 min read
  • zap
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  • Mari Onette

    On another note: "bananas" would be a great genre.

    1 min read


This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy