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Infatuation A Poem by Fukanzen

Easter A Poem by Fukanzen

Disperse A Poem by Fukanzen

Shallow A Poem by Fukanzen

Musings A Poem by Fukanzen

Life Consumed A Poem by Fukanzen

Open Forum A Poem by Fukanzen

Fright A Poem by Fukanzen

Medea A Poem by Fukanzen

Birth A Poem by Fukanzen

Part-Time A Poem by Fukanzen

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IMPORTANT MESSAGE:

I will not be visiting this site as regularly as I did before as I am currently engrossed in studies and work. Not to mention I'm mostly sleeping when at home as my work hours are horrid, I like the pay though. I will be returning during summer vacation so for those who miss me.... Well, I hope to chat with you during the summer. For those who sent me Read Requests, please be patient with me. I will be reading them the minute I have the time to properly look and read through it. Thank you for your understanding. Bye for now!

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I'm a college student who likes to write about nothing and everything... Anything at all that entices my senses and thoughts... My name is something I might share with you, but I'm still debating about that idea inside my head and I generally doubt that I'd reach a decision anytime soon... I'm working as part-time technical representative for an internet account, who knows... the one you're talking to on the line might be me...

I have a number of different names that I answer to: cafiren, creuiz_bree, paranoia-shoujo, myhcaela and a lot more that I'd rather not name as they are too many and some of them are rather hard to spell. That's all. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

My favorite poems are the following:

ALL YOU WHO SLEEP TONIGHT by Vikram Seth

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

THE WORD PLUM by Helen Chasin

The word plum is delicious

pout and push, luxury of
self-love, and savoring murmur

full in the mouth and falling
like fruit

taut skin
pierced, bitten, provoked into
juice, and tart flesh

question
and reply, lip and tongue
of pleasure.

ONE ART by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

______________ by Ono no Komachi

Doesn’t he realize
that I am not
like the swaying kelp
in the surf,
where the seaweed gatherer
can come as often as he wants.

I just realized that in the future... if God permits me, I would like to publish a book of my poems... Just a thought!