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Poetry
OK, so I was listening to Loveline the other day, and there was this girl on who had just about every problem happen to her that anyone has ever had on loveline and dr drew asked if she was getting treatment, and she said "No, but I write poetry!"

Because writing poetry, is apparently just as effective as therapy.

So, having stated this, I shall now write some poetry, to help me cope with my dire situation, and all the bad stuff that has happened to me (you know, getting a bad haircut, stubbing my toe, becoming a crack whore...oh wait, that last one was just on tv, sorry.) Here goes:

I'll start out with one of my favorites.

There once was a man from Nantucket.
Who found he had a hole in his bucket.
He pondered all day,
Yet to his dismay,
The only thing he could do, was fuck it.

Now on to the more serious stuff...

This lady I know, she is fine.
I like talking to her on the phone,
The conversations we have are divine.
We make each other feel like we're not alone.

The minutes eventually turn into hours.
Talks of books, ethics, and troubles of life.
Maybe one day I'll send her some flowers.
Her situations always seem full of strife.

Fate has dealt her a bad hand.
I wish I could take everything back.
I can see her, lieing on the isle, in the sand,
I pull up in my boat, with pink cotton candy and lilacs.

In the end, there is nothing, but this:
I will end it all now, with a kiss.

MUAH! :)

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: Shakespearean music

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From: (Anonymous) Date: May 3rd, 2003 09:44 pm (UTC) (Link)

Wow... I envy the girl that that poem is about. I bet that she doesn't deserve you at all. Why are you so incredible? Crazy, Vlad... your like Romeo... always saying the right things.
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