City Lights
Recently, I ran out of soap while taking a shower. That’s a bummer, because you think you can accomplish one thing (getting clean), yet you manage to fail at it. I guess the soapy water I rinsed the bottle out with counted as soap. But that isn’t what this post is about. It is, interestingly enough, random poem time. Bad poetry is extremely easy. Good poetry is extremely difficult. I’ll settle for middling here.
When she says “I’m tired”
She doesn’t mean her eyelids
Are heavy with sleepWhen he says “I’m alright”
He can’t mean that
All is wellPeople lie to themselves, to one another
Without tryingSocial stigmas frame emotions
Dictate disclosure
Why should they care?Yet the ones who do
They are who we look for
Who we will find
Nothing profound here, but thank you for obliging my casual efforts in getting my rusty wordsmith wheels rolling once more. Extemporaneous poetry should probably be an oxymoron.
A $10 softbox - Mykala sent me this link and … this will produce some awesome images when completed. Even, white lighting is the key to great photos of normally boring things (and goodness knows the boring photos of things I take in the winter when it’s dark and cold and I’m busy with homework and don’t have time to take cool pictures).
There has never been a pirate, or for that matter a human being, like this in any other movie.
— Roger Ebert, about Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean
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