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Cynical?Most forms of poetry did arise with a purpose, and I would assume that haiku's is inevitably tied to its culture. As far as form goes, though, you can really trash a poetic style's purpose and still fit the form/rules. It's like a weird form of cynicism.
To the average
Teenage boy of discerning
Taste and good breeding
Gentle breezes are
Not as interesting as
A pinup poster
See what I mean?
Go Go Get Over ItI may not stroll on catwalks
But I am a model of practical forgetting
Putting in a drawer the pictures of you
That I never drew or took
So very careful not to dwell
On what anyone could mean
The door is locked and barred
A pointless fortress with no visitors
It's too hard
There's not a chance
But I still notice when you wear a
It isn't you
And sure as hell
It's not me
In this scenario of ifs and buts
Something's gotta give
But it just doesn't take
I'm not waiting for you
To take off that stupid red shirt
Heaven knows I wish I wanted someone to
Mommy and Daddy Are Talking
Thanks to the never-complaining, never-tired efforts of one Zane Barrett Dixon, the apartment was only a mess when he had finals. As the graveyard-shifting girlfriend, Celesse Vandenberghe could only contributed to the mostly nonexistment mess. On good days, usually ones that included a guaranteed night off, she did laundry, dishes, and windows, all the things that Zane hated. It was as close to marriage as he was going to get from her for the time being.
She finished folding the spare sheets and set them on top of the pile that belonged in the hall closet. It had been a quiet day, just like the last two days before it. The days were always quiet when Jeremy went missing. However, that was only because Wes exhausted himself working every hour of daylight. It was the evenings that were insane and frightening. The thought made her feel guilty, but Celesse had
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