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Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in Pres Creative Writing Club's LiveJournal:

Thursday, June 16th, 2005
11:16 pm
i'm in desperate need of a prompt.

haven't written in so long it's KILLING me, so reply or mention one to me in person, and i'll really appreciate it...
Saturday, April 9th, 2005
10:41 pm
I wrote these over the weekend.

This one uses quotes from "Tale of Two Cities"
"Dickens' Revenge"
"A murky red and yellow sky,
And a rising mist from the Seine,
Denoted the approach of darkness."
And you stood there
Like a black and white photograph
Still and intricate like revenge

But only Dickens says it best:
"It might be twice
Or thrice running...
The delicate foot
Mincing in this slough of blood and dirt"
For revenge is delicate;
Sharp as a blade,
It cuts deep

Black crayon lines
The eyes of deceit
Pretty lies decorate your words
A delicate cliche
A weird contradiction

And you stood there
Like a black and white photograph
Still and intricate like meaninglessness
You wink, you smirk
You feed, you devour
You pretend
And Dickens again,
"Like a shadow
Over the white road"
You die

Like a hook dangling
Above the water
You tease the victim
Then lower for the kill
The perfect recipe for revenge

Flip the table
Throw down your hand
It's a losing game
And you're spiraling downward
Into a pit of yourself

And you stood there
Like a black and white photograph
Still and intricate like nothingness

The next one was written after we came back from the graveyard. While there, I saw a grave with the birth date "Aug. 20, 1866" and a death date "Aug. 21, 1866" And a grave with the date "Blah blah 1912" with no death date (meaning they were still alive; they saved spots for themselves by putting tombstones up). So I wrote this.
"Puppet Master"
Belief pulls questions
Out of the soul
Our minds try to cancel out
What our eyes can't see
And the Almighty Puppet Master
Reigns above us

Cutting strings
Tying new ones
Playing with His dolls

His dolls that He crafted
With His own fingers
His blood used for paint
This conceited Puppet Master
Paints each face like His own

Each hopeful face
The painted-on smiles
Quickly fade
Once they realize
Ropes disintegrate,
Burn, break

This Almighty Puppet Master
Glows with joy
As the puppets bow down
And worship and beg
That their ropes remain intact

The Puppet Master laughs at their cries
Slicing cords randomly
As the puppet falls to the floor
Sprawled across the wood
The painted eyes look on
A lifeless doll
A painted smile

Some live a day
Some live forever
It's all in the luck of the snip
The puppets pray
The blade steers clear
Of their ropes

The puppets pray in vain
And the Puppet Master gathers His toys
And plays with His dolls

The puppets' eyes gleam
As He lowers another doll
But the eyes begin to fade
When a birth means death

Wood clangs to the ground
With a metallic thud
The other puppets sit and stare
Until the ropes move
And the playing continues

The puppets live
With a lie in their heart
As their sewn bodies dance
They tell themselves with false assurance
That they are guaranteed another day

The puppets dance like gypsies
At the command of their Master
A dancing body
A corrupted mind
A weeping soul
A bleeding heart

We're the puppets
And He's our Master
And He's getting out His scissors
Monday, April 4th, 2005
11:16 pm
I have only received responses from two people so far on whether we should let Pres girls who are not in CWC join this community. We are having a little three person discussion over heeeere. Feel free to join in!
Friday, March 18th, 2005
2:49 pm
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

~Robert Frost
12:42 pm
x-posted in my writing prompts community
I found a really cute form that's kinda fun to play with. It's called a "triolet" and it consists of 8 lines that repeat and/or rhyme. Kinda cute. Here's the directions:

Line A
Line B
Line a: End rhymes with Line A
Line A: Repeats Line A
Line a: End rhymes with Line A
Line b: End rhymes with Line B
Line A: Repeats Line A
Line B: Repeats Line B

Monday, February 28th, 2005
8:57 pm
Prompt! (okay, so not really...)
Should we allow non-CWC pres girls to join?
Thursday, February 24th, 2005
11:34 am
Writing prompt!
"If I were president of the USA, I would..."
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005
12:26 pm
heres what i wrote about my loathed roomate and her geeky boyfriend:

i sit across the room
in my small
twin sized bed
and i hear you two speak of convergence
of natural numbers
and of functions

and as strangely
foreign as your
locutions seem to me
there seems to be
a deeper romance
in the numbers
and equations
shared between you two

perhaps i am blind to the beauty of numbers

you sit
propped amongst
our books
and scribblings
smiling and discussing
logical remedies
and practical applications
for sich apparantly
useless knowledge

the pictures on my walls
and the dust on my desk
and the only
increase of passion
i can sense
is teh intensity
with which you pursue
the persistence
with which
you use your
pink rubber eraser
to blot out
the signs of error
on your notebook page

there is a distinct possibility
that these differences
are irreconciliable

i cannot
even to a fault
begin to understand
your contentedness
with sitting
searching for answers
that are written
in the back of a book

give to me a pen
and a blank piece of paper
i will give to you
unexplored worlds
full of possibility and troubles
that no man has yet dreamt of

my answers
my passions
will never be
neatly confined
to the back pages
of a thick
musty texbook

there it is. waiting for dissection. its really rough, ive not done anything to it, in fact, i just wrote it last nite. i love/hate my roomate. for now i must go, i have research to do on exorcisms and adolescent behavior. i will be in touch.

argot the littlest.
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