Thank you, Cat! (I love people, they're just so much hard work D: )
#24
I love this song it's bouncy and bright but the words are sad. You love this song, and I love that we love it together.
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Eeh, whatever, it's late.
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
water on the window pane trickling rivulets of rain and on the air, a soft, sweet scent warm earth, made damp
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
Twist away my paperskin and slice me up with your sharpest knife; I'll take hold of your eyes and wring out the tears, until you can't see the cuts. Sear me and scorch me and break me down; swallow me so only your tears remain.
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
Ahead, in the star-speckled void, all blackest black and sparkling, unseen until one sweeping fin, glacial - no, slower, slower than the speed of planets - one sweeping fin arcs through space. Rolling a single, sun-sized eye at star systems passing by, the leviathan of the abyss swims on.
Spoiler
Eh. I love the idea, but I don't think this "poem" does it justice.
You guys, we are SO CLOSE to the end of April already!
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
The Cost of Living is A Tale of Love and Darkness and in a Nutshell, do any of us have what it takes to be Happy?
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, broken, shattered, into A Million Little Pieces sparkling like flakes of ice in Winter.
You can do Small Great Things in The Palace of Illusions, but both Sense & Sensibility lead to A Hundred Years of Solitude in this City of Friends.
The Buried Giant tells me, "You Know More Than You Think," but I think, and I know, in The Remains of the Day, I'll Never Write My Memoirs.
I'll listen to Birdsong from The Eagle's Prey before The Drought comes in the Foxglove Summer.
Spoiler
All year, I've been keeping track of the books I see strangers reading on the London Underground. I thought it might be fun to put a poem together from the titles of some of those books.
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
I'm leaving on a jet plane, in the sky above the rain, flying out there all alone, a big adventure on my own.
I'm leaving on a jet plane; don't worry, I'll be back again. Just a week across the sea; you'll hardly even start to miss me.
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
I wind up so caught up in all the logistics of getting to a place, I forget why I was going in the first place.
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AND THAT's THIRTY. OH YEAH.
I'm going to do one more, so that I'll have done one or more poems every day of April, but for the official NaPoWriMo completion goal, WE ARE DONE HERE.
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
We've finished up this poem run I'm glad you came - it's been such fun But if you'll miss it, have no fear - We'll do it all again next year!
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HAPPY END OF NAPO, EVERYBODY! I hope you had fun, even if you only wrote a few poems!
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
