Odd Duck

I was at the Greenbelt Branch library on Saturday, and I had finally seen what the past six months of remodeling has done.

Everything was nicer, and much more organized. So, after having a tour of the new place, I waddled off to the art section.

For some reason, I picked up a book called “The Frustrated Songwriter’s Handbook: A Radical Guide to Cutting Loose, Overcoming Blocks and Writing the Best Songs of Your Life”.

When I got home, and looked through the pile of oil painting handbooks and copies of The Prince and 1984, I saw it again.

I finally asked myself “Why did I get this, again?”

I looked through it. Simple enough.

While I also am a visual artist, I am also a writer and a poet.

I have not been writing poems lately. The last was a few months ago. I never realized how much I had missed it. When I got around to writing it again, I remembered how nice it felt. Poems and songs are not different. No matter what, it has a certain degree of taste and artistry within.

So…thank you, Karl Coryat and Nicholas Dobson.

Er…alot.

…The Prince is pretty awesome, by the way. GO CESARE!

“First day, they come and catch everyone.
Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat.
Third day, the men are all gnawed on again.
Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate.
Fifth day, they return and it’s another girl’s turn.
Sixth day, her screams we hear in our dreams.
Seventh day, she grew as in her mouth they spew.
Eighth day, we hated as she is violated.
Ninth day, she grins and devours her kin.
Now she does feast, as she’s become the beast.”

Now you lay and wait, for their screams will haunt you in your dreams.
-Hespith

“Come, come, bonny Lynne; tell us, tell us where you’ve been
Were you up, were you down
Chasing rabbits ‘round the town
Come, come, bonny Lynne; tell us, tell us where you’ve been
Come, come, bonny Lynne; we’ve a bed to put you in
It is soft, it is warm
It will shelter from the storm
Come, come, bonny Lynne; we’ve a bed to put you in
Dear, dear bonny Lynne sleeps the peaceful crib within
A mossy stone, a finger bone
No one knows but Lynne alone

Dear, dear bonny Lynne sleeps the peaceful crib within”
-The boy in Haven

…Analyzing the bonny Lynne gives you chills afterwards, does it not?

I got the idea from when I looked back in my journal today. And when Ciaran told me about it when he was looking through another blog. This should be interesting. I will not use full names, but initials.

Dear J.C.B

I love you, girl. I love you so much, and if it was not for your support, I’d probably be dead (going a bit far, ain’t I?) I had a feeling that when I first met you when you were shadowing Kit-Kat, that you would play a huge part of my life. I am glad that we have developed a close bond during these years of knowing each other. You are truly my sister.

Love, Erica

Dear M.E.C

I know the pain of losing someone close to you, and you must be dealing with so much more. I want to talk to you, yet I get no reply. I want to see you in person, soon. Don’t think that the world is closing in on you, suffocating you in its cold hate. I know that while you may be alone, many people love you. You have no idea how much I want to hug you and tell you that everything is going to be alright, because it will be.

Love, Erica

Dear T.R.M.J

Ah, you are my twin who has a very different shade of skin than I do, and was born a year later than I was. That part always gets me and makes me giggle like a chipmunk on crack. You are a lovely person, a very good person. Never forget that. I will miss you when you leave, if that is where you want to pursue your education.

Love, Erica

Dear A.D.P

I’m sorry. I wish I was a better friend back then. I wish I listened to you. We are friends again, but not as close as we used to be. I miss that, and it was because of my foolishness that I lost something very invaluable. You’ll always be my favorite Blue Tiger. As Ramona Flowers would say, “I’ve dabbled in being a bitch.” I will add “And I lost a good friend because of it.”

Love, Erica

Dear P.A.W,

Thank you for the pain. Also…thank you for showing me how to love. Even though everything went under so quickly, there was a time when we were happy. But that’s gone, and I will never see you again. I know this, because I have seen it. If you did not break it off, I would have never worked up the courage to tell him. Your life is now a wreck, and I pity you. Give your family the love they have given you, and you will see.

Goodbye forever, Erica

Dear W.A.W,

Even though you are his brother, and by default I would be excommunicated, you did not. Thank you, and you will always be my big brother.

Love, Erica

Dear T.B.M

You’re gone. You were supposed to live for so much longer. But I am happy, you’re in a better place. You were there when I needed to be away from humans. The ten years of your life were gone so quickly.

Love, Erica

Dear A.P

I wonder what it would be like if you lived. I wonder what it would be like if you grew up to be my cousin. You were gone in a few months, and I hope it was painless for you.

Erica

Dear C.F.C

You make me so happy, as I have said so many times. Each time I do, it comes from the heart. A certain experience, I feel, has led us to grow closer. I think we will be just fine. I have alot of faith in us. <3

You make me feel so real, and these months have been pure bliss. I hope that I am making you feel this way, too.

Love, Erica

jacobputmynameinthegobletoffire:

Now for the REAL reason why I’ve been absent for the past few weeks.

COLLEGE (even though my classes are piss easy).

and

LLAMAS.

Well, the first one was true anyway.

Now that you have the truth, I’ll give the silly, false, and much, much, much longer explanation of whats been down.

IwentonaquesttodefeatSatansincehewasmakingthegmailchatsmileysallscaryandstuff

andtheykeptmovingandallandthenSuperboysavedmebuthehaddaddyissueswithSuperman

sohekeptrantingthewholeway.

Yesterday was a nice surprise. I thought I would not be able to see Ciaran for Valentine’s Day, but I was able to. He called me during break in Art History, since he did not have a large homework load and thus the Cains had invited me for dinner.

I was not sure at first, but after class I called to see if the dinner date was still on, Ciaran said yes; then I called my parents to see if I could go, and they said yes.

So I went to dinnah, which was very nice, and he had given me chocolate. ^^

And I was able to give him the bristol Valentine’s card that I had worked with Prismacolor markers.

It was a very nice night, and we get to hang out at Katsucon later.

I’ve been away for a reason.

Mostly because I got into a baaad situation involving two warring entities. Luckily Superboy got me out of it.

Yaay.

(It’s not true).