The Liminal State

Just testing to see if this crossposting thing works. I've had my DW account for a while but haven't used it since, hell, I've been on LJ for years. But since more of my LJ Family is moving over here, might as well dust it off.

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?

For those of you who didn't see it on LJ:

The first FIVE people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character (from one of my usual fandoms). Original fic is also allowed--you can toss names, photos, descriptions of personalities at me. In return, those ten people have to post this in their journals, regardless of their ability level.

I reserve the right to write more than a drabble if you give me a good prompt; you reserve the right not to repost if you don't feel like it.

I said five instead of ten because I got five on LJ already. And preferably ORIGINAL stuff, as I probably don't know your fandom things.

TY! :B

YOU ARE THE _____ TO MY _____

There'll be more than these dumb memes here, promise.

Writing down ideas.

Specifically: Writing a poem about the personal distaste with people who make distinctions between "mainstream/sell-out" and "alternative/crazy" (the word choice you use depends on which perspective you take). I know I'm not the only one who eventually gets frustrated when someone tries to put me in one of these.

Just a thought. I really should do more writing. Perhaps tonight.

Incidentally: Should I import some of my LJ icons over here, or get some new ones? If the former, which would you like to see?

Since I decided this would be a good spot for writing-related stuff, having some old poetry. Namely, this poem from my poetry class in college. Since it was in a villanelle format, there wasn't too much to work with and as a result I don't really like how cloying it was. At the same time, however, it was fun to write and not bad for a first attempt at the form in question.

Fireflies

Fireflies

I spent all of my summer chasing the light,
With my cupped hands out.
I followed the will o’ wisps through the night,
My little voice ready to shout.

With my cupped hands out,
I ran barefoot through the grass.
My little voice ready to shout,
I knew I would find success.

I ran barefoot through the grass,
Holding the creatures in my palm.
I knew I would find success.
I felt their touch, tickling but warm.

Holding one of the creatures in my palm,
I think of the innocence of being a kid;
I feel its touch, tickling but warm,
Comforting yet sad, a reminder of what I did.

I think of the innocence of being a kid,
Refusing to kill the source of the light.
Comforting yet sad, I remember what I did,
I let him crawl off my palm and take off into flight.

I refuse to kill the source of the light,
And I watch the children have fun in the summer haze.
I let the bug crawl off my palm and take off into flight,
Losing myself in my introspective maze.

I watch the children have fun in the summer haze,
Searching for something hard to find.
Losing myself in my introspective maze,
I wish I was young again, so I can be one of their kind.

Searching for something hard to find,
I followed the will o’ wisps through the night.
When I was young, when I was one of their kind,
I spent all of my summer chasing the light.

I am also pretzelcoatl on LJ. I have no idea what I'm going to do with this, but add me there or here if you want. I guess this will be more of my creative place, while Livejournal is a more general braindump. So, uh, expect crappy poetry and prose.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

In conclusion: