Boredom.

My life continues boringly in borish borishness.

Currently Reading:

To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee

Fun Home - Alison Bechedel 

The Orange Burns?

All of the sudden... I'm getting better at poetry. Well I guess all of those bad 'Bad Poetry' posts are helping out a bit...that's is great! Here's my latest work, hey don't cry. I'm getting there.

The Burning Orange

The orange tastes my skin

The fleshy delight lit into the night

The orange tastes my kin

The sparks bright in burning sight

The flicker and cracks whip my body

And the cold is now warm

The whispers of attacks slip upon me

My clothing ragged and torn

We hang from the trees dark as we are

The pale shadows chuckle and grin

Our eyes retreat into our skulls deep and far

The orange feasts upon my skin

Pungent smell of roast

Women unfelt by black hands

Innocent, we burn

The Continuing Story Of The Boy Who Skipped A Grade

My life has been the subject of much misery lately, though the misery has worn off and blossomed in a stream of light that shines in all its fancy in sheer... well whatever I couldn't think of any good metaphors unlike my work in 'Syllogisms' which I actually really need to get done with... But otherwise I suspect this post will pe revamped because the title is too awesome to be left in a simple post like this.