Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in adicted to alliteration's LiveJournal:

Monday, April 3rd, 2006
3:45 pm	Diametric black snake Slithering slowly Over the silken skin Of the moon-white maiden Contrasting colors Collapsing in on each other Collecting stares And gasps of awe As they twine together endlessly Dark and Light overlapping In their eternal dance Alliteration overkill? perhaps? i think not, though you are entitled to your oppinion. (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 3rd, 2005
12:07 pm	Tribute to Winter in California Sounds flowing silently though the brittle grass The trees gossip together in loud whispers Murmurs of soon-to-be And the moon looks on, smiling The wind calls playfully The clouds gather The rain starts softly, sweetly The oaks wave their branches in welcome The blackbirds cry out Winter is here! Winter is here! The dry summer earth takes it in, licking its parched lips And the rain builds to a roar First new thing i've written in a while. Bay is reading, i forgot my book, and his roomate is alseep in his bed, which rules out sex as entertainment, which leaves me livejournal. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
5:25 pm	Rainbow Girl i've been busy and havnt had time for writing lately, so heres another older one. this is perhaps my favorite poem i've written, although its hard to prioritize. Rainbow Girl I met her one summer afternoon As she swam in the park fountain Quick as a penguin Graceful as a sea turtle She emerged with a splash And a flip of her hair Her smile made rainbows in the heat She said isn’t it a beautiful day We frolicked that day In the park In the summer And when night fell We went up to the hills To watch the white stars come out above us And the yellow ones below And she said isn’t it a beautiful night The next time we met was three years later She was in the city square Looking at the Christmas lights in the store windows Eating a candy cane And she waved when she saw me Not surprised I was there And she said isn’t it a beautiful day And her smile made rainbows in the crisp air We explored the city Sipped hot coffee And talked As our dragon breath rose in the December air We sat on a roof And watched the shoppers pass Making stories about where they were going And why And every sad story Had a happy ending She laughed as the first white flakes fell in her hair And she said isn’t it a beautiful night Five years later there was a nock on my door When I answered, bleary eyed and stumbling I said it’s three in the morning She replied its raining And her smile made rainbows in the dark She dragged me outside by my flannel pajamas We sat under a tree and listened To the rain making music with the leaves She danced And leapt And laughed And spun in a thousand circles Until she fell down And she said isn’t it a beautiful night And I said “I love you” I stared into her eyes And saw rainbows And her smile held a thousand meanings The space between us shrank Her lips tasted like cinnamon And as I kissed her (Or she kissed me) I thought isn’t it a beautiful day As the gray dawn turned to daylight she squeezed my hand and slowly backed away I asked her when she’d be back And her smile made rainbows in the morning light I never saw her again And as time passes The seasons change The years go by And I say to my self Isn’t it a beautiful day And I remember the cinnamon kiss One kiss from the Rainbow Girl (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
10:58 am	Old poem heres one i wrote in english class years ago. it made it to the top three for my grade in the writing contest, but only on the school level. i really like this one though. White Porcelain Tub tap tap tap plop. tap. Water drops falling slowly from the faucet Each drop tear shaped and Suspended in the air Tap Of the porcelain tub As the drop hits The bottom Rattle Of the white porcelain tub Of the gryphon’s clawed feet on the tile That rattle when they rock Beneath the porcelain tub Hiss Of my skin Sliding against the side Of the white porcelain tub Dry as a bone in the desert From coyote’s dinner last Tuesday Hiss Of my skin Sliding against the side Of the white porcelain tub Like one thousand grains of sand Falling in an hourglass A few at a time Hiss Of my skin Sliding against the side Of the white porcelain tub Empty of water and dry As my skin which is Dry As the parched bed Of a dried up lake Cracked and open Waiting In anticipation Of a drop of rain But only getting One drop Soaking it up in a flash And pleading for more The white porcelain tub In which I sit Dry Except for one spot Where the drip From the rusted faucet Falls (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 15th, 2005
1:07 pm	Group Poems at the con last weekend, i ran a writing worshop. one of the things we did was do "blind poetry', where you can only see the line right above yours, and you have to write a line, then fold it over so the next person sees only yours. (thats why some of these are so random!) it was lots of fun. so i thought i'd put them up here. the first two were our favorites. I can't stop can I can anyone It's like trying to still the pulse in my throat Like trying to stop the sands of timre It's all a synchopated rhyme Like Shakespeare with the hiccups Or Mark Twain with the runs Mark the spot with an X, and hide the map Find the treasure, be the best, always be better than the rest Like putting your answers to the test Only to find that your efforts are in vain And thus the scribbles end and thus ends our pain -last line Emma Rosloff, first line Alfonso Gomez If i could fly I'd pick you up and take you into the night Night is a time of mystery, or debauchery, or sleep Or of grester things than mortals -Of Icarus's fall or Osirus's breaking Time is for the taking Hourglasses, 3 for a dollar Sands slipping slowly, silently away Away it nears or is it drifting Away my mind is gone, lifting Lifting to a place I do not know Sometimes I wonder where I am So I look at a map And plan my trip to oblivion -last line Chris Brown, first line Erin Merrill Walking through my foggy mind You know about conceitedness That overwhelming, it's-all-about-me feeling The overwhealming power to fight or flee A natural instinct, though it may be To run with scisors, we just have to see If those scissors will be a stabin' me That sounds so emo If it does, doesnt everything Sometimes i like to play with shoestrings No one thinks im verry smart i wonder why Are you pondering what I'm pondering? Are you smelling what I'm smelling? Smell the sweet scent of victory, the sour stench of fear Or is it just my mind playing tricks -last line, Alfonzo Gomez, first line Danielle Osborne What would you do if you lost your shoe? I'd find another, maybe two And plant them to see if they grow But a weed that grows without sunshine, Grows stilted twisted and pale A curse a blesing who knows who cares Ascending the darkness like climing the stairs The stairway to...maybe something a little more bleak But we should accept the truth, however meek The people seem To lick the cream Catlike and gracefull, autonomous Can it be? No? Yes? why Or is there a reason to being a fly? But of course I'm a horse And I'm free to run -last line Eric Merrill, first line Brendan Kallaus Something stirs within us all why to we ignore it? Maybe we are fools to do so But love is a fool's game, for foolish lovers Although foolishness is fun sometimes, with childlike joy Fills my mind with stories of... Children shivering in silent doorways While the rumbling earth crashes around them Let them eat cake! Off with her head?! Off this planet, our of this world, this state of thought Who can who can't why not I can! why can't you? The demeaning qualities of your voice hold me down I just wannaget out of this town. It's too cramped and I can't breathe Maybe I'll hold my nose until I die. -last line, Erica, first line, Emma Rosloff No, my son for it is this that I carried you. I carry my life in my head like a book The weight of society is heavy like school books It presses its conformities on everyone's soul And the pressure builds with with the indevidual essence squeezed out Who knows what the future holds in store? Only those who are already there What is love? Baby don't hurt me. Everyone gets hurt, but no one likes it There are who do and its not wrong or is it Sometimes you get crushed and sometimes you retreat Sometimes inspiration lacking and your creativity is beat. Then you start to look at things more deeply to find A large yellow bicicle up your ass. But in the long run, none of this matters -last line Danielle Osborne, first line Chris Brown (Comment on this)
12:19 am	First Entry So, here begins my poetry journal. feel free to express you absolute devotion, and less flattering comments as well. critisizm, insults, praises, confusion, anything, or nothing. eventually i will put up my older poems, too, but i have no definite date or time for that, so we'll just have to see. Most of all, i'd like to say hello, and welcome to the show. its gonna be a great time, and we've only just begun. and for my first act, i'd like to do a piece called For Words, dedicated to my new journal. for words that flow like silk and half-recalled dreams for destiny and desire for all things thought, but left unspoken for words that came too late for memorys, both sweet and bitter for life, death, and love (1 Comment |Comment on this)