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Master Electrician
August 2nd, 2008, 9:28 PM
I'm gonna avoid cluttering the forum with a bunch of unnecessary threads, and collect all of my poetry in one spot. I used to be a pretty prolific poet, and it's something I keep trying to get back into. So without further ado, two of my favorite pieces. Critiques are always appreciated.

Ode to a Teenage Summer
My parents are bugging me to get a job again
Because my friends are all busy and they’re
Sick of me hanging upside-down off the couch
My nose firmly in a book that I’ve read before

Yelling at them around the dinner table doesn’t help
It makes my sister run off to her room in tears and I
Stalk into the cool dank of the basement to eat a Popsicle
Until my guilt forces me upstairs again to apologize
To the unreceptive ears of forgetful adults who tell me that it’s okay

But tomorrow they come to tell me to work again
They went out to pick up some applications
I say that I’ll fill them out but we can all taste the lie
I won’t, and they know it and none of us care
I take the dog for a walk that evening in a pretense of productivity
But really, I’m only there to enjoy the gathering dark and the uncritical wind

Welcome to the Emerald City

Mine is the realm of Magic.
At my whim, lights flash, and
Sound resonates, bringing
The sweet words of The Bard to your ears.

Mine is the realm of imagination.
I alone create the stage, full of sound and fury,
Its existence my doing,
And its players, my pawns.

Mine is the realm of illusion,
Turning silver wood to flashing sword,
Making a heroine from one of you,
Turning the ordinary to the exalted, the enviable.

Mine is the realm of the theater,
The grand drama and pageantry
For you to sit through, oblivious of my existence,
Aware only of the world I want for you to see.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

August 2nd, 2008, 9:32 PM
Thank you for those, was an entertaining read.
Can't wait to read more.

August 2nd, 2008, 10:40 PM

I rather enjoyed the emerald city one. You are indeed such a prolific little poet. And a snooty little techie!

Master Electrician
August 7th, 2008, 8:19 PM
This is a work in progress, but a little input on drafts is always nice. Thoughts really really appreciated on this one.

Light Me Up

A tiny flame dancing, sparkling.
Windows casting rainbows through snowflakes.
I draw the sharp air into me,
Rejoice in the acrid taste, the mingling
Between cold and hot.

There's no reason to go inside.
Water drifts through the air,
And fire is hot in my hand
I let a breath out,
Clouds whirling away in my breath.

They dance in the cold air,
Patterns seen only once,
Glimpsed for the barest of moments
Then lost to eternity.
I inhale one last time.

Exhale, and a wet thud.
Fire drops from my hands, crushed
Beneath my bootheal.
Water is left, fluid and ephermeal.
The unity is broken.