This shit did not come to me easily. It also ended in a really different place from where it started. And, apparently, I can't end a poem to save my life.


Ode to a Lollipop

Colors twisting and twirling from the center.
Layer upon layer of flavor arranged to titillate the senses.
Its tastes flowing through my mouth and to my mind
Memory’s tentacles tracing, feeling, along the dents of the rainbow
I’m now spinning through time,
Tongue guiding my journey.
The past tastes melted sugar sweet.
The future an uneasy tang.
The present, so fleeting, I reach out and lick again.
Twisting, and turning, and changing
Lips sticky, teasing and easing
Mouth watering into the crevices between my teeth and gyms
Wanting to savor, to prolong
Wanting to ravish and consume
Raw tongue over burning glass. Another lick?
Rocks crunching under enamel. Another bite?
Oh, what decisions to make…
Oh, what mistakes to take…
Oh… Oh.
Fingers now clutch an empty stick.

So, I've been noticing a new trend emerging online. Basically, people take on 365 day challenges in their fields of various interests or based on certain prompts. I have decided, to help myself become a better person (a.k.a. one more thing to procrastinate with) I will also take on a challenge. I introduce to you the 365 Poem Challenge. The rules? Simple. Each day, I will write a poem. These can include haiku's, sweeping epics, modernist bullshit, all the goodies. Each poem must be written in one day, and posted on the day it was written. Poems that take more than a day to write cannot be counted towards the challenge. Today, I present two haikus, one written today and the other written yesterday, which I am posting just because I can (not part of the challenge). So... you can suck it if you don't like it. Enjoy! Or don't.

Taste

Spicy on my tongue
Flavor now foreign to me
Is this the first sign?


Resist

Fingertips in hair
Inches from skin, I stop
You can never know

I has to be not getting along with my parents. I'm sorry, but if you're going to be a dick to the people that did an amazing job raising me, then I'm going to have to cut you off.

So, I'm starting up my blog. Which should be interesting, since I don't particularly lead a fascinating life, but it's great writing practice. Anyways, today, my favorite podcast, MuggleCast (what in the world could that be about?) was doing a live show and was accepting live callers. Guess who got picked? Oh, yeah, I did! It's a really well done podcast with a significant following and it's almost impossible to get on a show, so I was super excited. We just talked about the new HP trailer. I'm such a geek. I was totally starstruck, it was kind of insane. I think my Skype started to freak out though, which sucks, but everything worked out. If you're a HP fan, check it out, it's good stuff.

Don't you hate it when you've finished a book and it feels that someone has just punched you in that stomach? It sucks, no doubt, but I try to find solace in the fact that the feeling means that I've just finished a really good book. Granted, I'll be thinking about it for many a day and I'm sure that not everything about it ended in the "happily-ever-after" that I'm sure I pined for but I know good when I read it and if I have to feel a little sorrow or discomfort I'm willing to experience that. I'll be updated with a few reviews of some books fairly soon. Right now, I'm a little too raw from the experience to put my thoughts onto paper (or type them out into a livejournal account as it may be).