What a terrible way to begin the new year. I have a headache. Going to bed now. Happy 2008, I guess.
The Thaw by Eric Luong The Winter storm is harsh indeed, the wind so sharp that snowmen bleed, but brave they mus…
I'm in a bad mood tonight... I don't know. For one thing, phones are not my friends. And I need to work on homework. And there's another reason, but... heh. Two. Even though... haiii.
I had a nice dream last night …
Okay, I can post the poem now.
The first one was written at the beginning of June, when I was poeticizing (yes, I can make up verbs) like crazy, to overcome the stress of diploma examinations. Or something like that. …
Sonnets are more fun than studying for physics and math. I wish that writing sonnets could help with studying... maybe if I wrote a sonnet about multi-slit diffraction... no, that's stupid. Anyway, here's a whimsical, …
Some two hours went into the writing of today's poem. This morning when I had walked out the front door, I noticed one of the trees in our frontyard looked a little strange. On closer examination, I found that, while i…
Always looking on, speaking seldom a word.
Calcetines by Eric Luong I'd like to walk in my socks, in my socks (like we used to). I want to remove these confining shoes, shoes that keep my feet …
This weekend is going to be the end of me. Inbetween praise team practice, youth group preparations and the baptismal service on Sunday night, I have to study for two midterms and do as much homework as I possibly can, …
The last post didn't get as many comments as I'd hoped. Not to be whiny of course - it's just that whenever I post a poem, everyone usually comments like crazy. But on big posts, nobody does. In that last post, there …
Summer camp coming up. I leave in around 12 hours... it's a 2.5 hour car trip though. It's a Church summer camp, so I'm not talking about roughing it in the woods or anything. But it's fun! I just need to finish pack…
Phantasmagoria would be the best one-word description of this poem.
Drift Nullity by Eric Luong
Lost lull in a world, without words the numbing shadows sketch-strewn words, of a dream floats forgotten scattered buoyanc…
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