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Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection

So after my girlfriend denied me a chance to confront my basorexia (look it up) before I wrote this, I'm writing this. Really, all I have to say is that Thanksgiving was fun, food was delicious, and my girlfriend is beautiful. Tomorrow, we'll have been together for a year and a half, so that's really awesome. Hoping the next two days don't fly by. I'm not ready to go back to work. Mur. There. Can we partake in cataglottism now, Arden? :P Writer's Quotation of the Night: "You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children." - Madeleine L'Engle Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone. I'm going to kiss my girlfriend.

Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 63.0: August 15th, 2007

Precious Mentalities by Belinda Roddie All the gold on the western seashore Is slowly melting Melting in the sweaty palm of a traveler Who’s traveled under Far too many suns He wears a Peruvian shawl And Oriental jewels But his eyes are thawing Arctic ice All the silver in the eastern mountains Is breaking to pieces Scattering in shards across a landscape Where cattle chew The unwanted residue Of an ancient civilization Too bad it tastes sweet Yet no stranger desires its flavor All the diamonds suspended on a Northern horizon Are growing duller Duller in the eyes of a wealthy man He can’t take their shine For much more time But they still glitter like the stars That children wear on their necks Stars hear their dreams but do not hold them Down in the blazing sun of a Southern town No gold melts, no silver shatters, And diamonds resemble smiles, not stars For they hold smiles too At very high value And they know that t

Today's OneWord: Square

You won, fair and square. You beat me 'til my muscles ached. You scraped my pride across the wall. It hurt to walk or smile. It hurt to look at where my mother sat, the smile fading from her lips, as she soon realized that I wasn't quite fit for these athletics. The referee clung to your wrist and raised your fist into the air. The cheers and roars were deafening. I cleaned my face on a white towel.