Heddychaa at Old Poetry

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A Red-Haired Woman at storywrite
Sanosuke was no stranger to the Tokyo underworld. As Zanza, he'd been a frequent visitor, arranging fights, researching opponents and taking down with relative ease numerous th
Because I'm a spy. [comedic monologue-type-thing] at storywrite
As far as you know, my name could be Cecilia, or Ashley, or Jennifer. That’s the way I like it, really. I like to remain anonymous--no, not anonymous, mysterious. You don’t kno
The Tarnished Locket at storywrite
"It's a gaudy little piece of antiquity," the mortician mused as his gloved hands fingered the charm that lay limply against the cold flesh of his current client. It was a bit

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on Sunflower Sutra by Allen Ginsberg, on October 4, 2004
I adore this poem so much. You get carried through it by the frantic pace of Ginsberg's words, bombarded with images of grime and darkness, only to be greeted by such powerful and fantastic words of hope and conviction.

"We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset"! Powerful.
on Native Moments by Walt Whitman, on July 4, 2003
walt whitman, now there's a poet I love! his poems are so eloquent and yet free and boundless. it lifts my heart to read them.
on Howl by Allen Ginsberg, on June 27, 2003
this is one of my all time favourite poems. to hear it recited by a passionate person is mind-blowing. this is SO. BRILLIANT.
on A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe, on June 9, 2003
EAP does "The Matrix"? =D