SoaringIcarus Posted December 12, 2002 Report Posted December 12, 2002 Oh, substitute. Condoning your small rounded teeth and Desperately wide-held grin-- You are still that which you were In High School. The careful patience of students, Twelve years your junior, Will fulfill you just As long as they can stand you. Take heed, as you are short and blend well With the shunned. As you take compliments We did not give. But you needed. Your good intentions are clear To all except you Whose vision is clouded From a Russian lonliness; An escape you can no longer decline. A thirty-something stranger to reality Tried making up for his mental years abroad In English today.
Guest crowgirl1126 Posted December 15, 2002 Report Posted December 15, 2002 heehee...I really like how you created a most pathetic aura for Mr. Guy, which he seems to already possess.You write this from a third perspective and it appears as if he is blinded from his own flaws,which makes him vulnerable and pitiful. perhaps he and I shall meet in the future and share a lunch with him... (A, B, or C)?
SoaringIcarus Posted December 16, 2002 Author Report Posted December 16, 2002 *steals a quick hug* *Looks around nervously for Nyyark* *Sees him eyeing the two, questioningly* *dons his Yodeler hat, sunglasses, and starts smoking..?* -Strangeling Icarus
Guest crowgirl1126 Posted December 18, 2002 Report Posted December 18, 2002 Well....he does have reason to be jealous since I remain awwwstruck with YOUR writings... If ONLY Nyyark would POST then I could follow him around quoting his poetry...if he decides to let me share some poems he's written me.... sigh....
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