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Thoughts upon a hillI mount these undulations of our suburban sea Their crests, such bare creations: the way things used to be. Past crabgrass plains and tile to canine tracks and howl - the square unsettled mile too steep for shingled fowl.Thoughts upon a hill
Though not for you - surprising, to see another here - your sweat-glossed hair fast rising as it, and you, appear. Your face implies bemusement - sudden, matched to mine - for who else finds amusement in sunset, or the line of brightness in the towers, their upward thrust a scream of proud contempt - or flowers
by ~Ypres
Second thoughtsA thicker blue than summer's, a soft and darkening air - The sky squeezes its dust out, half-noticed in its care -Second thoughts
'till droplets crowd and pester like strangers at the door, and one retreats - fluorescent, ensconced, and lit once more -
but volume floods the windows, the trails a dew-tossed dream, and canine voices beckon, their canyon call a scream -
by ~Ypres
For youI will be what I am not - if it is for you.For you
I will make a frieze of my face, suffer ivy on my limbs, and gouge Grecian holes in my eyes - if it is for you.
I will be the background music, stand firm through tides of irrelevancy, wait patiently through the time on hold, run to the back of the bus, when asked, and play the inessential nation, - if it is for you.
I will gag on aural nausea, let a septic stench choke my nostrils, and singe my eyes with butane flames - if it is for you.
And I will never, never say the word &n
by ~Ypres
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Tribute to June 1Spin, spin, spin! Faster, Daddy; the air's fat with summertime -- puppy yaps, ice-cream giggles -- three months of sunshine, sublime.Tribute to June 1
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Four Crimson GemsA careless plucking of four crimson gems,Four Crimson Gems
Now cheerless snow falls smothering the light.
The endless dark and cold from which it stems,
Creating now a deep and endless night.
All hope has lost, the frigid death has won;
Curséd by the lips with the bloody stain,
The blackened trees grasp toward the waning sun,
Corpses’ silhouettes on a barren plain.
But lo, a bolt of light cuts through the haze,
And dormant life awakened from its sleep,
Now bathing in the warmth and golden blaze,
Has once agai
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- Current Residence: Los Angeles
- Interests: Classical voice and musical theatre, politics and philosophy, writing, jealousy of visual artists
- Favourite movie: Spirited Away
- Favourite band or musician: Jason Robert Brown and Stephen Sondheim
- Favourite genre of music: classical, musical soundtracks, anime soundtracks
- Favourite artist: Gold-Seven, adonihs, MsCellanea, certain friends (you know who you are).
- Favourite poet or writer: Orson Scott Card, Diane Duane, Tad Williams, Kim Stanley Robinson, Ken Macleod...
- Favourite style of art: Something surprising, beautiful, mystic, or any combination thereof
- Operating System: Windows. I feel so uninteresting.
- MP3 player of choice: iTunes. Repeat above.
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy X, Civilization 4
- Personal Quote: "That was a joke. It wasn't funny, but it was a joke."
- Tools of the Trade: Situational artistic angst, boredom, the trusty orange book.
- Email: ypresd@gmail.com
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I'm delighted that you took the time to fave, watch and visit =3
Nao, I shall return the favours =3
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