her hitler hairdo.

I am Ave, an overworked underappreciated Law undergrad from Singapore. My blog is linked at the top of this main page. You must excuse the bareness of the layout - function over form, as the Bauhaus men put it. (Disregarding the fact that form itself is one such function.) And yes, the pink has been changed to something asexual.

I write poetry when I feel - many people do, actually - and I feel most when emotions are extreme. For censorship purposes, I shall withhold my list of such extreme emotions. This collection of my poetry dates back two years since I started writing properly. You will frequently come across lists upon lists of random yet related words. They are an everpresent reminder that I must one day know what they are to be properly called, in a focal literary sense.

But until then, I present to you Her Hitler Hairdo, and pray that you will be as destabilized reading my work as I was writing it.

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The most recent being:

The Bottle

The bottle mocks me
"Gone", it sniggers,
With stubborn beads of water
That sing and glisten
In the soft yellow light
The paper label is awry
It faces the wall
Like a defiant child
The crystal cool clear water
Salaciously caresses the bottom of the bottle
It quivers at crevices in the plastic

Stubborn beads of water chastise me.

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