Here I've placed poetry and pastiches that I've written that aren't autobiographical. You know, stuff I just wrote for the sake of wanting to write and "express myself." :P

Tears for Rufus
It was really late one night (so late that it was early morning :p), and I was dead tired and just started writing, trying to do a total stream-of-consciousness thing. Hopefully it worked out alright... including the part in the story where large Buddhist statues of Kannon rise out of the water (and the imagery there is taken directly from a dream I had where my boyfriend and I were frolicking among the waters out of which these statues were rising)! xp Anna mentioned that it's a lot like The Prisoner (a British sci-fi show from the 1970s), what with its circular nature and the ominous white sphere... whatever works! *L* XD

peripheral vision - a private opera
I recently took part in a poetry slam contest where we had topics chosen for us and then had to perform our own poetry on the topic in question (the team I was captaining won, by the way! :D). One of the topics was just "happiness in general," and although no one had to perform anything on that particular subject, I decided to write a poem for it anyway. This then, is the poem that evolved out of that effort.

Zionism
I got the idea for this poem at work one day, when I was playing with a stuffed elephant doll that was on the counter (you can tell I take my job seriously, can't you? *L*) and the first three lines of the poem popped into my head. Nota bene: my sources of inspiration aren't always as abnormal as in this poem. *L*

lunar worship
An atrociously annoying poem that I wrote as a diversion when I got depressed over a friend transferring out of my school. I'm especially proud of the two chants I inserted at the middle and at the end of this one. It started out as a way to see how many different images I could concoct with the color blue, and then it became a sort of forwards-then-backwards thing where you end up where you started out but you've still made progress. Oh, just read it. *g*

Our Hero
Please note that I wrote this poem when I was twelve years old and in eighth grade. *L* :> This poem was my most successful eighth grade assignment; I was given a 10 (on a scale of 1 to 10) for the quality of my message and a 9.5 on the poem's rhythm by my fellow classmates (my teacher gave me a 9 on rhythm, though :p). "Our Hero" questions Christopher Columbus' status as a hero - and as it was written in 1992 when the media and press had started the whole political correctness/revisionism phenomena with their articles about the fact that Columbus didn't REALLY discover America (1992 was exactly five hundred years since Columbus had "discovered" the "New" World, after all, so it was the perfect time to talk about it :p), this poem was actually quite salient at the time. Funnily enough, the title was taken from a Garfield comic strip in which Garfield sarcastically calls Odie "our hero" when Odie gets stuck in a window blind that he was trying to free Jon and Garfield from. *L* XD

Chimerical Vision
This is a poem I wrote in 1995 for eleventh grade English. I changed much of it around just before putting it up here for display, because it had originally been based off a novel I had just finished reading at the time and before I placed it here for people to read I wanted the poem to be exclusively my OWN creation. This poem really has no meaning, as it was written during a period where I was extremely cryptic in my writing; it's really just meant to evoke fantastical imagery in your head and annoy you. :p *L*

teatime
A short, odd pastiche based on a word game. This one proves my weirdness - as if it needed proving. :p

A Quarter to Midnight Means Nine P.M. to Your Parents, Not Eleven Forty-Five
*rofl* When I was thirteen, in ninth grade History class we had to write a short story about how life would be like if you had parents who were Taoist, or Confucian, et cetera et cetera. I was assigned Confucianism, so I wrote this story. The funny part is that when I wrote it I must have been in a really sarcastic and "I hate homework" sort of mood, cause I wrote this story to be funny, but in a really absurd and obvious sort of way. My teacher read aloud his favorite stories in class, and this was one of them - everyone, including the teacher, was laughing their butts off when he read this. *L* So, go and read it! XD

Ultramarine Is Great
One time when we had to write a short essay for eleventh grade English, we were allowed to write about anything; the one catch was that we had to use ONLY linking verbs (e.g. "is" or "was" or "am" or "are") and NO active or passive verbs in the essay. This short piece about the color blue was my end product.

Nothing Beats Ultramarine
This is the sequel to "Ultramarine Is Great" - our assignment was to take our essay filled with linking verbs and to reword the entire thing so that now we were only using active verbs and nothing else. "Nothing Beats Ultramarine" is therefore the active verb version of "Ultramarine Is Great." Neither of them are very fascinating or very good, but they both got perfect scores, ;> and for some reason I still like both of them a lot.

this
A sappy poem, but I like it for the patterning I used and the images and sensations and feelings it describes. :p Oh yes, and for your info, my reference to orchids and chrysanthemums in "this" poem (sorry) are not random - orchids come from an ancient Greek word meaning testicles, and chrysanthemums were a symbol for anal intercourse in ancient Japan. Bet you really wanted to know that. XP *L*

shove it
This poem's really short, but I think it has potential so I'm planning to add more to it later. (This poem's unique in that most of my poems come to me in nearly finished form - "shove it" is one of the VERY few poems where I have to actually think and agonize over how to develop and expand it... Usually, I know right away what to do!)

A Farewell to a Farm
For our Twentieth Century Fiction class in twelfth grade, we read A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway, and we were later required to write a short story in Hemingway's style. However, I had disliked Hemingway and his style so much (and I still do! *L*) that I wrote my short story as a *parody* of Hemingway's style. So if you're wondering why this story is so bad, it's because I took all the things about Hemingway's writing that I hated, and placed them all into one really tiny story. :p I must've done something right, though, cause I got an A! *rofl* XD

Crystal vs. Rock; Water vs. Rock
These are just two short poems I wrote in eighth grade for an assignment; we had to write them in a specific pattern, with certain word forms here and certain word forms there. Read the poems and see if you can figure out what that pattern is; it shouldn't be too difficult! ;>

12:15 rain
This is a really bad poem I wrote when I was about thirteen or fourteen. Why is it bad, you ask? Well, read it and see! :p *L* No, seriously, it's just a badly-written poem, and to top it off the only person who really knows the meaning of this poem is me, so... Oh hell, just read it. *L*