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[lishesquex]

It's strange, but I think my muse has finally returned.  I've written fifteen poems this year.  That's more than the last four years combined (2009, three; 2008, two; 2007, four; 2006, four).  I'm filled with words all of a sudden.  It doesn't matter where I am - on a plane, driving home, eating a banana at recess, brushing my teeth - they come unbidden to my mind.  I guess this is a fairly good thing. Either that, or I'm having the angstiest year ever.  *grin*

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[wickedkiwi.livejournal.com]

An Ode to Your Muse

Oh muse
of Lish's
I mean Lilian's
Or
Whatever her name is
Today
Thx for returning
And filling all our lives
with beautiful
emoems
and stuff.
I imagine you
oh Muse
Like a giant chicken
flying a space ship
in the shape
of a potato.
Happiness
it
is
not.
For there is no
happiness
here.
Emo. Woe.
Woe.
Pain.
And
other
Dark stuff.
Like Zorro.

[lishesque.livejournal.com]

Happiness is not a potato
And oranges are not the only fruit.
There are also apples
And blueberries
And cloudberries
And cranberries
And all sorts of
Berries.
Zorro has no berries
For he is emo
And sitting by a fjord
Alone.
Woe.
Pain.
Dark stuff.

[therussianbride.livejournal.com]

...this is scarry. i just named a working title of a scrrenplay "life after zorro". and now everywhere i go, i see zorro.
and i believe that contentment is the killer of every muse...

[lishesque.livejournal.com]

OMG ZORRO IS AFTER YOU. RUUUUNNNN!

[lishesque.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is. Thanks. Hopefully it lasts.