Salutations!

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:

Top 5 Dreamwidth Names I Should Have Taken

See subject line.

5) vagina - if only so I can have someone else crack up at "vagina has given you access"

4) shenanigans

3) cheeky

2) crapulent

1) hussy

EDIT: OH. I guess #5 is taken.

[Retro] Fireflies

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.